Bathhouse Common Sense (2)
As I clung tightly to Kang Geon-yul's back, hesitantly entering the men's changing room, I was lost in worry. What if we caused a scene? In this day and age, it didn't seem like young men and women went to bathhouses together that often, regardless of owner-bitch relationships. If people started prying about why we were here, I hesitated, wondering how to respond.
"What's a girl doing in the men's side?"
"Must be a bitch. Came with her owner, I guess."
"Yeah, figures."
But surprisingly, the reactions were lukewarm. The men were too busy with their own routines. They stripped off their clothes, slipped on key bracelets, stashed their stuff in lockers, locked them up, and headed to the baths—nothing more.
Mostly middle-aged guys.
The odd thing was how few people our age were around. Young folks these days didn't hit up bathhouses much, so it wasn't that strange... but still.
Even so, I'm hot enough to turn heads anywhere. How are they all ignoring me like it's scripted?
Because I'm a personal bitch? Or too young to pique their interest? Makes sense if the age gap's too big...
Get it together—I'm a girl now.
No guy hates young, pretty girls. Sure, some uncles might prefer their own age, and they wouldn't rank me as their ideal type, but no way they'd ignore a cute girl strolling into the men's bathhouse.
Guess it's not that rare. Women... no, bitches coming into the men's side.
The conclusion was clear: bitches entering the bathhouse wasn't uncommon. I'd been overreacting for nothing. Realizing that, I loosened my grip slightly on Geon-yul's clothes.
With Geon-yul here, no need to stay so tense. Seemed like bitches dropping by the men's side wasn't weird anyway. To avoid looking awkward, I should act a bit more relaxed on purpose.
"Oh yeah, this is my first time at a bathhouse with you, Master? Hehe, Chae-a's heart is racing... Eep?!"
But then another embarrassing crisis hit.
My smell fetish again...!
I'd been playing cute, sticking to Geon-yul's arm to look like a normal bitch, when a wave of male musk hit my nose, making my body shudder. And my eyes? Endless real cocks everywhere. Cocks, cocks—over here, cocks; over there, cocks. Uncut ones. Circumcised ones. Big cocks, small cocks. Stinky cocks, clean cocks. Even well-fucked, darkened cocks.
Until now, I'd barely seen any besides Geon-yul's. This men's changing room, packed with naked guys swinging their dicks as they walked, was a total shock. Felt like a cock exhibition.
Wh-when I relax, the stimulation's too much...!
Makes sense, thinking about it. This was the men's bathhouse—always full of dudes, except during cleaning when everyone's out. No real women allowed; only bitches like me. Back when I was a guy, seeing dozens of naked men didn't faze me. But now, without clothes as a barrier, the raw male pheromones in the air hit my body instantly.
"What's wrong?"
"N-nothing. It's fine."
Had I ever been the only woman in a place packed with so many men? Never. I didn't exactly want to get gangbanged, but I kinda got why some pervy girls fetishized it. The collective male scent from all these guys was that intense.
"Cl-clothes... Hnnngh~."
I tried to hold it in, but lewd moans slipped out. My nostrils flared, nipples poking hard enough to rip through my shirt. My body, trained on Geon-yul's cock, had fully become a bitch's—pussy wetting itself without a touch. With such potent male pheromones nearby, it figured I'd make great babies and needed to get pregnant ASAP. But pregnancy was Geon-yul's call, and I couldn't even realize it was the crowd's combined pheromones making it strong. Guess my pussy and my dumb brain were equally pathetic.
"Hngh!"
I couldn't take it anymore. I buried my face in Geon-yul's chest like fleeing, rubbing my thighs together. Familiar scent. The male pheromones I knew so well. Felt cozy, like home, so I melted into it.
Geon-yul flinched at my sudden hug, looking a bit flustered, but clueless as ever, he patted my ass gently.
W-wait, not there!
Patting was nice, but the wrong spot!
"Hah, hngh."
"Seriously, what's up? You said you were tired, but are you feeling that bad?"
"I-I'm okay now... ♡"
I stood on tiptoes, trembling, looking up at him as I barely answered.
Wrong place to hide♡
Conditioned climax. My body, aroused by the olfactory assault of a dozen naked men's musk and the visual of swinging cocks, went weak the moment I hugged him. Thigh-rubbing and his ass-patting contributed too.
I've cum from his scent so many times, my body's trained to go off just smelling him when I'm worked up... ♡
We hadn't even stripped for the baths yet, and I was already like this. What now? I gave up hoping for my body to behave. Only my iron will was reliable from the start.
"Where's my locker...?"
In bathhouses, you strip fully in the changing room before entering, stashing clothes in assigned lockers. The key you get on entry locks it.
But weirdly, mine was missing. My key said 364. Geon-yul's was 363, so it should be right next to his. Nope.
"What the heck."
As I pondered, Geon-yul—who'd already ditched his shirt—pointed at my feet.
"That one?"
"That? Huh?"
A transparent plastic bin in the center. Rectangular, with weird black marker lines on the side. It'd been empty when we arrived; I'd wondered what it was for. No way this was it?
"Three... sixty... four. It really is."
For some reason, this white plastic tub was my locker. Looked like a keyhole on the side too.
Click.
I squeezed my eyes shut and stripped layer by layer. I'd been naked in front of Geon-yul plenty, and stripped in front of girls for school, but this felt different. Even eyes closed, I felt their gross gazes licking over me. Guys who'd ignored me earlier now leered as I peeled off my uniform and plain underwear.
"Heh heh heh..."
"Ooh, nice ass on her."
"You idiot, you'll get in trouble? She's a personal bitch."
"Can't even compliment? It's body praise, praise."
"Hey, she heard you. Look, her nipples are hard."
"Whatever. Time to sweat it out and call a pussy house."
Some old geezer just creepily chuckled at my body; uncles hooted with fake "compliments" that were straight harassment. I barely locked the bin with my clothes crammed in messily—transparent, so my undies and school uniform were on full display.
"Girl's got no sex appeal. A bitch should wear cute lingerie to please her owner, tsk."
"If my daughter wore that, I'd rip it off and make her wear mesh. Women gotta be feminine."
"Still, those pussy juice stains mean she's a proper bitch."
I wanted to bonk every uncle judging my undies, but powerless. Suppressing my arousal, I headed to Geon-yul.
"......"
"Master!"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. All set?"
As expected, his eyes locked on my tits and nipples. They jiggled walking over, and the uncles' harassment had them perky—impossible not to stare.
Revenge time. I closed in, reached over his shoulder, lightly smacked his head, then whispered in his ear.
"Let's go in quick. It's cold. Wash up fast, hit the bath, and catch some shut-eye."
"Right. But Chae-a, did you check the bitch uniform basket?"
"Bitch uniform?"
Never heard of it. Following him, a small basket labeled "bitch issue uniform". Peeking in soured my face.
"What is this?"
Took a sec to ID the fabric scraps and strings. Plain white micro bikini, no frills. Why wear it?
More embarrassing than naked.
I rummaged for bigger coverage, but all identical. Gave up. No, prioritize filtering unwearables first.
This one's cum-stained, this string would snap on me, this one... why condoms dangling from the panty strings?
Condoms? Obvious. Girls in trashy outfits like this must fuck in the bathhouse. Cum stains from pussy drip or dick use. Even a local bathhouse wouldn't skip laundry for days; stains fresh, so today's mess.
"Ugh..."
I picked the least gross, untouched micro bikini. Areolas peeked, pussy nearly exposed—tiny—but better than nude, I told myself. Wondered why bother with bitches like this. Men strip too. World doesn't coddle women, let alone bitches.
"Why make us wear this?"
"Hm, not my words, but I heard somewhere last time."
"Yeah?"
"Some guys get grossed out seeing bitches flash pussies and nipples everywhere."
"......Why?"
Couldn't fathom. Doesn't it make dicks hard? I'd love eye candy of a naked bitch serving her owner here. Unless it was me.
"Guess bitches walking around with cum dripping from pussies onto the floor grosses some out... Dunno the psychology, but like seeing animal genitals?"
"Oh... maybe."
"Alright, let's head in."
Screech—
Geon-yul wrapped an arm around my waist. Mindful of stares, probably. Always felt owned like this—not thrilled.
"Master, gonna wash me?"
Proper bitch act required coquetry. Pressing close, he briefly flustered, then owner-mode kicked in.
"I'm your owner, but washing you too...?"
Squelch squelch squelch!
"Haaaang!"
Then it happened. Steam obscured, but a moan turned heads. Potbellied uncle finger-fucking a young bitch-lookalike's pussy, talking.
Bathhouse echoes amplified; his voice carried.
"Like your owner washing you, bitch?!"
"Hngh, Master's fingers too thick♡ Thanks for cleaning my pussy juice mess♡"
As I gulped silently, Geon-yul—who'd been kneading my ass—switched shamelessly.
"Gonna wash you myself, so be grateful."
Psycho? I burst into disbelieving laughter.