At the Park
I stepped out of the cafe and started walking home.
The weather had warmed quite a bit, but the night air was still cool. Strangely, though, my body refused to cool down. Heat kept rising from deep inside me.
That dazed moment when I had missed the order. Choi Deok-hun stepping in for me then—his image would not leave my head.
I'll take care of it. You go rest in the back and tidy up a little at your own pace.
You'll be fine after a good rest. Something sweet will make you feel better.
"I don't even know what's going on with me either..."
I muttered it under my breath. Then another scene rose up.
Se-yeong and Hui-yeong chatting brightly, laughing.
Those two... they look good together.
The moment that image flickered past, the low voice that had spoken beside me earlier layered over it.
"They can... get close if they want to, right?"
My steps grew slower and slower. And the current of my thoughts flowed naturally into what had happened yesterday.
It feels so good!!
Someone's breath, strong arms holding me tight...
It had definitely reached all the way. And yet there was still that faintly unsatisfied feeling somewhere.
In the end, this body...
"No..."
I shook my head.
"Don't give up so easily. I'm just... not used to it yet."
I tried to soothe myself, but the heat in my body would not settle. In the end I decided to run in the park again and turned my steps that way.
My steps toward the park felt strangely heavy. Before long the entrance came into view. I stopped for a moment and stared at the park.
"Fewer people than usual today."
It was far quieter than normal. A breeze brushed past and a chill ran down my spine for no reason.
"Kind of chilly..."
I started to run to shake off the uneasy feeling, then suddenly stopped. The pants I was wearing caught my eye.
"I dressed up pretty nicely today, didn't I."
Skin-tight jeans. A cardigan. When I gave a light hop in place, my chest bounced heavily.
"And the bra... isn't a sports one either."
Running the park in this outfit felt a little awkward. In the end I began walking slowly instead.
As I walked I looked around. On a normal day there would have been a few people at least—today it was strangely silent. Truly no one.
My breathing grew shallow without reason. Cold sweat beaded on the hand gripping my bag.
"It's really quiet."
Only the sound of wind brushing through the trees. Even a small mutter felt like it would echo through the whole park. Lost in thought, I walked slowly, not even knowing where I was going.
Then at some point I stopped. I was in front of the park restroom. The restroom was dark. I absently reached for the door, then hesitated.
"Ah..."
A blue sign was right in front of my eyes.
"I'm a girl right now."
I had almost walked into the men's room without thinking. In that instant—a strange impulse flickered through me.
I looked around. The park path was empty. Under the streetlights only fallen leaves scattered in the wind. In that stillness my own breathing sounded unusually loud.
"Just for a second... should I go in?"
I muttered it without even knowing who I was speaking to. My heart began to race. I carefully pushed the door.
Click—
"Kyaa!"
The moment I opened it the sensor light flicked on and the inside of the restroom lit up bright. Startled, I hurried inside.
"...That scared me."
I muttered quietly and looked around. The restroom was silent. Only the fluorescent lights hummed low. No one was there.
I stood still a moment, then looked at the mirror. My face reflected back. Still a somewhat unfamiliar face. My cheeks were faintly flushed.
"...What am I even doing. Seriously..."
A small laugh slipped out. I had never planned to come this far inside. I had only meant to walk the park a little and go home. But my body had refused to settle since earlier.
"Hah..."
I rested my hands on the sink and let out a deep breath. The cold porcelain transmitted its chill into my palms.
"...Why am I like this."
The cafe scene rose again in my mind. The two of them laughing brightly. And—
"Why does that old guy keep popping into my head now..."
Remembering the earlier moment made my heart pound harder once more. I gave a small shake of my head.
"It's just... because I'm still not used to it."
I tried hard to push it away, but the more I did, the clearer the sensations of Choi Deok-hun became. His touch. His breath. My breathing grew shallower. The hum of the fluorescent lights sounded louder; the brush of wind grew sharper.
I stopped short.
"...What if someone comes."
The park was quiet, but it was still a restroom. Someone could walk in. The thought made my heart beat even faster. I straightened my posture and listened. No sound at all. Only my own faint breathing.
"...No one here."
The moment the words left my mouth, a strange desire quietly lifted its head. Last time's incident suddenly came back.
"...It's just... a different kind of stimulation..."
I knew it was a ridiculous excuse, but my body was already moving. I slowly stepped into one of the inner stalls.
The moment I sat on the toilet, a chill ran down my back. Fluorescent light seeped faintly over the top of the partition. Outside, only the sound of wind rattling the door.
"...What am I doing here."
I said it, but my heart was already racing. My ears strained first for any sign of someone entering. Footsteps. A door opening. A cough. Nothing.
"...Just for a second. Really just a little..."
I told myself that and steadied my breath. But my fingertips were already moving. My hand slowly brushed over my chest.
"Haah..."
The touch of fingertips across my breasts made my body tremble lightly. The small moan slipped out and I hurriedly clamped my mouth shut. My heart dropped with a thud.
"I'm crazy... I made a sound."
I held my breath. Listened for a moment.
...
Nothing. Only then did the tension leave my locked body.
"I have to finish quick and get out."
Dragging it out was dangerous. If anyone walked in, it would be over that instant. I hurriedly hung my bag on the hook. Stripped my clothes in a rush and stuffed them into the bag. Even the rustle of fabric made me flinch in alarm.
"Quiet..."
I moved again while holding my breath. Soon I was naked, sitting on the toilet. Cold air touched my bare skin at once. My body shivered lightly at the sensation. Already a damp slickness clung to my fingertips.
"Hah..."
My breath shortened. My fingers slowly descended. And then—
"Haahk..."
My body jerked. The direct stimulation made my hips rock slightly.
"Quietly... quietly..."
I bit my lip and whispered. My fingers moved a little faster. I had no intention of savoring it slowly like usual. This was not the situation for that. I just needed to finish and leave.
But my body reacted far more sensitively than I expected.
"Hnn... haah..."
Breath kept leaking out. I lowered my head and covered my mouth with my hand.
"What if someone hears..."
The thought only made the stimulation stronger. Someone might open the door and walk in. If I heard footsteps it would be over. That tension spread straight into pleasure. My fingers sped up.
"Hnn... haah... faster."
Wetness slid down between my thighs. My body kept rocking on the toilet.
"Ah... no... soon..."
My head went blank. This whole situation was far too dangerous. And that was exactly why—
"I'm... coming...!"
Psshh—psshh—
My body shuddered hard. The climax burst out all at once.
Drip—drip—
My body trembled violently for a moment. My breath caught in my throat.
"Haa—!"
I hurriedly clamped a hand over my mouth. My heart was pounding madly. My large breasts heaved hard up and down. For a while I could do nothing but stay frozen like that.
What if... someone heard. I pricked up my ears.
...
No sound. No footsteps. No door opening. Only then did the tension ease and a long breath escape.
"Haa... haa..."
The strength left my shoulders.
"I really... lost it."
A small laugh slipped out. In a place like this. In the men's restroom, no less. I had only meant to do it for a second and leave.
But something was strange. Normally that would have been the end. When I was a man, that much would have drained me right away. Yet—
My body was still hot.
"Why... won't it cool down..."
The insides of my thighs still trembled faintly. My breasts were still sensitive. Even a light brush felt like it would make me flinch again. I closed my eyes a moment and steadied my breathing.
I should just put my clothes on and leave. That was the normal thing. And yet... my body would not move.
"Hah..."
I leaned my head back and stared at the ceiling. Down below still throbbed. It felt even more sensitive than before.
"This body... seriously..."
I muttered quietly. Maybe—because I had finished too quickly earlier. Before I could properly feel it. The thought left a strange sense of regret. And at the same time... the urge to try a little more flickered through me.
"..."
I sat still, then slowly turned my head. The stall door. Beyond it was the men's restroom.
"..."
My heart thudded once more. A far more dangerous thought than before. And yet a strange laugh rose.
"Heh... going all the way, huh."
I slowly stood. Approached the door. Gripped the handle. Paused a moment. Still—the park was quiet right now. And at this hour, not many people would come here. I rationalized it to myself.
"This time... just a little."
I slowly opened the door. Creak— I stepped one foot outside. Cold air touched my bare skin. Right in the middle of the men's restroom. I stood still like that.
"Haa... haa..."
The restroom was still silent. Only the fluorescent lights hummed low. Unconsciously I walked toward the sinks. Then lifted my head.
My reflection appeared in the mirror.
"..."
I lost my words for a moment. Flushed face. Disheveled hair. Breasts rising and falling with ragged breaths. The traces of holding my breath inside the stall moments ago still remained.
"Really..."
A small laugh came out.
"I'm... in the men's restroom right now."
The moment I spoke it aloud, a strange thrill ran up my spine. The me in the mirror was still catching her breath. Her eyes looked somewhat unfocused. As if—the face of someone growing hotter and hotter from the tension of maybe being caught.
I slowly stepped closer to the mirror.
"This body..."
I raised a hand and stroked the nape of my neck. The skin was still hot. The heat from moments ago lingered exactly as it was.
"I never thought it would get this sensitive."
I quietly watched my expression in the mirror. Until a moment ago—all I had thought was that I had to finish fast before someone found me. But now that tension had not completely vanished. Rather...
"Hah..."
I let out a small breath. Somewhere in my body still had not settled. I briefly turned my gaze aside. Beside the sinks. The urinals of the men's restroom stood in a row. Earlier I had been too rushed to think anything of them. But now—that space felt strangely large.
"..."
I looked at the mirror again. The me in the mirror was looking back at me. With a face thinking far more dangerous thoughts than a moment ago.
"Heh..."
A small laugh escaped.
"How far... am I really going to go."
I slowly turned around. My gaze naturally drifted toward the urinals.