PC Bang Common Sense (4)
“When are you coming……!”
I sat on the toilet in the PC bang bathroom, wiping my pussy with tissue paper as I anxiously waited for Geon-yul. There was a good reason why I’d ended up in here from under his desk.
After all the ups and downs, the game finally ended and Geon-yul’s friends had left. I headed straight for the bathroom. No matter how much of an “Altered Common Sense World” this was, walking down the street with my pussy fully exposed was bound to draw eyes. Unless you were a toilet meat or onahole working some special concept, no one did that. Naturally, with my panties and pants soaked through to the point they were unwearable, I couldn’t just strut out with my lower half bare.
So, I’d decided to wait in the relatively safe women’s bathroom until Geon-yul could rush out and buy me something to wear.
“Yoo Chae-a, you there? Come out.”
“I-isn’t anyone there……?”
“No one’s in the hallway. Hurry up and come out, put these on. It’s super awkward standing here alone holding women’s panties and pants, you know?”
How long had I waited? His voice calling from outside sounded like a savior’s—probably because he’d bought the panties and pants.
“You coming in…… wouldn’t work, right? Yeah, I’ll come out.”
But I hesitated to just lift my ass and bolt out. What if I ran into someone like this? Whether it was a guy or a girl spotting me, it’d be mortifying for sure.
The door creaked open…… and sure enough, two normally dressed women stood at the sinks, giggling.
“Eek……”
I didn’t need to guess why they were laughing. This wasn’t paranoia. I’d deliberately raised my voice during my talk with Geon-yul, with two doors between us, so those women had clearly overheard everything.
As I stepped out, hand jammed between my legs to cover the important bits as best I could, the women who’d been smirking at me called out in playful tones.
“Oh my~ Why aren’t you wearing anything down there?”
“What’re you saying? She’s not wearing nothing. Look, she’s got a fluffy dog tail plugged right in her ass.”
“Oh yeah. Pfft… Is your boyfriend outside?”
My face felt like it was going to explode from embarrassment. Turning my back to them, I muttered softly.
“Not boyfriend, um……”
What should I say? Friend? Owner? He was originally a friend, but here……
“He’s my owner.”
I mumbled it hesitantly, and the two women nodded like they got it, grinning slyly. Up close, they seemed higher-status than me—at least female bitch class, maybe even Woman Class.
Realizing I was the butt of their mockery made shame bubble up inside me. My face burned as I bowed my head deeply.
“S-sorry for the trouble!”
Suddenly ashamed of myself as a mere bitch, I bolted away. My wide hips made my bare ass cheeks jiggle with even a little speed, which was humiliating too.
So fucking embarrassing……!
How did I look to those normal women? Waiting in a public place for my owner, pussy touched and squirting everywhere, lower half completely naked. In a way, wasn’t I the picture of a real bitch—unable to do anything on her own, totally dependent?
That thought made it impossible to face those normal women head-on.
But why the hell do I have to put up with this treatment?
Suddenly, a wave of injustice surged from my gut. Not that it was sudden—resentments had been piling up lately, and it was just time to burst.
Why am I getting used to bitch treatment more and more?
Not content with enjoying sex with Geon-yul, now I was shrugging off public humiliation. Everyone expects it from a bitch anyway. But I wasn’t a bitch. And that was just the start—I wasn’t even originally a woman’s body. Sure, the flesh influenced the mind strongly, but this was wrong. I’d go straight to Geon-yul and……!
I wanna complain and whine and get comforted……
Wait, what? The image of myself burrowing into that guy’s arms, getting petted and stroked, popped into my head unbidden, sending shivers down my spine.
Yeah, definitely. I…… something’s wrong with me.
I’d sensed it lately, but this confirmed it. Choosing to suck his cock and masturbate over finishing the game? That wasn’t me.
The kiss…… yeah, it has to be the kiss!
More precisely, the memory of that night we kissed during sex—it had changed me. I resolved to talk seriously with Geon-yul about it. Not just seeking pets and comfort, but a real, serious discussion.
“Oh, there you are. Here, put these on.”
“Thanks… wait a sec.”
As soon as I emerged, Kang Geon-yul handed me the panties and pants he’d bought. Confirming them while slipping them on, I steeled my resolve for that serious talk even more.
“……Lace-trimmed T-panties and pink hot pants, huh.”
“Doesn’t it make you look like a total slut?”
Glancing down at the pink hot pants I’d slipped on, there was a small white arrow pointing right at my pussy area, with “FUCK ME” scrawled next to it. Given the PC bang location right by the bathrooms, rowdy middle and high school boys kept passing by noisily. Every time they did, Geon-yul stroked my shoulders lewdly, like he was showing me off. Grinning at him, I sighed but finished dressing before pursing my lips.
“Geon-yul.”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s talk.”
“……?”
I grabbed his wrist roughly, halting his fondling hand from my shoulder in a firm tone. He looked flustered. This time, no falling for his smooth talk or getting dragged into his pace—I’d spill everything I wanted to say. No matter what.
When Chae-a approached me seriously, I was a bit thrown. It’d be a lie to say I wasn’t. Just minutes ago, she’d been acting like a masturbation-addicted female monkey, and now she was suddenly guarding her pride? It was baffling.
“Lately, don’t you think…… you’ve been treating me too roughly? Even if it’s outside……”
Listening calmly, I got the gist of what she wanted to say. But accepting it was still tough.
Weren’t you enjoying it too……?
Was she used to flip-flopping now that she was a woman? Emotions swinging wildly? Or just refusing to admit she’d become a masochistic pervert bitch?
You should’ve seen yourself objectively that night we filmed the video.
Chae-a had been even more turned on than me, her face the epitome of a bitch in heat. Her maso side fully unleashed, squealing happily at my rough handling—the memory was still vivid. For her to suddenly forget that and accuse me of being too rough lately? Ridiculous.
“See? If I wasn’t like this, if we were in the original world. Would you have bought something like this if I asked for underwear and pants?”
Chae-a tugged the pink hot pants down just enough to flash the lace T-panties underneath. Her pale skin and soft flesh drew my eyes; her teary face barely registered.
That’s exactly what makes it hot……!
Did she not know every little move like that aroused men? Or was she doing it on purpose? Lucky for her it was me holding back—if she’d picked another guy as owner, she’d be on cock three meals a day. Part of me wanted to give her a harsh lesson……
But she’s my exclusive bitch. Can’t hand her off to anyone else.
Chae-a’s body count would stay fixed at 1 forever. Only with me.
“S-say something. Do you…… see me as a woman now, or…… are you getting used to treating me like a real bitch…… something like that?”
Seeing her voice out her insecurities timidly, I pondered. Continuing this awkward dynamic was getting stale. Even without dating experience, I wanted to advance things.
Blunt confession might be too much.
But I did want her to develop real feelings for me. There’d been progress compared to before. Since the video night, she’d clearly changed.
Less resistance to sex, aware of her own tendencies. Now she’s in the final resistance phase before full acceptance.
I saw this not as her changing, but as her acknowledging her true nature. As friend and owner, I wanted her to find her real self. I was fully willing to help.
“A-and that time we kissed last time too. We didn’t need to kiss. If you really see me like a girlfriend or something……”
“And if I do?”
“Huh?”
“Hey, aren’t you the one going too far?”
I pushed back hard, and Chae-a’s eyes went wide in surprise.
“Y-you really do see me as a girlfriend?”
……What? Maybe it was my imagination, but she seemed kinda excited somewhere deep down.