First Date (1)
I changed out of my workout clothes and stepped out of the dressing room. Since I'd already finished exercising, it was about time to end the stream.
To be honest, they should cut me some slack today. I worked out for a whole hour, after all.
"You guys always spam the chat with 'hell' and 'dildo' the second I say I'm ending the stream! Want me to meet up with you in real life or something?" I shot back, sounding more confident than I felt.
"Anyway, I'm logging off. Tteongi Boja."
Final viewer count: 4,123. I ended the broadcast and said goodbye to Gaeun before leaving the gym.
"Thanks for all your hard work today, Gaeun."
"Yeah, you worked hard too."
I bowed my head, feeling a pang of guilt. I hoped I hadn't been too much of a bother.
"I'm sorry..."
"Haha, I'm just kidding. See you tomorrow."
I really didn't want to come back tomorrow, but...
"The workout content is done for today..." I glanced at both Gaeun and The Queen, then quickly corrected myself. "I'll do my best..."
"That's more like it. Good girl," The Queen said, gently stroking my hair.
"Thank you for your hard work today, Tteongi."
"You too, Aram. Thanks for everything."
"The massage clip is gonna blow up in views. I need to get home and edit it right away!"
After parting ways with the two of them, we got in the car and headed to the department store. The Queen was already looking around excitedly, clearly with a long shopping list in mind.
"This worked out perfectly."
"What did, Your Majesty?"
"Now's the perfect time to buy some clothes I've been wanting to dress you in."
"Like what?"
"Sleeveless tops, dolphin shorts, slips, lingerie..."
"..."
Just hearing the list made me feel like my long-lost dick was about to come back to life.
"Let's start on the first floor. Food's in the basement anyway."
"Oh... You're surprisingly practical, Your Majesty."
"What?"
"I thought a rich heiress like you would never have set foot in a place like this."
"Don't you have too many fantasies about rich people?" The Queen laughed as she grabbed a shopping cart. "I order delivery all the time. I get Ppringles and cheese balls pretty often."
"Whoa~ You really know your stuff."
We arrived at the dolphin shorts section.
"Have you ever worn dolphin shorts before?"
"Isn't it kinda like wearing square-cut panties?" I asked, running my fingers over the fabric. It felt more like soft shorts than actual underwear.
"Then we'll have to get ones even shorter than square-cut panties. I want to see you looking all embarrassed."
"..."
The Queen was as mischievous as ever. But that's exactly why I... Ugh, what am I even thinking?
"If I ever run out of clothes to stream in, wearing something like this would be fine, right? It'd be easier on both of us than hearing 'dick pants' or 'dick top' every day."
"You have to be careful. These are pretty loose. You might end up flashing something important."
"Huk..."
Since I'd already gotten banned once, another suspension might come with heavier penalties.
"Let me think about it for a sec..."
"You're so cute. It's fine, nothing bad will happen. Just wear it."
"Ahaha..."
Next, we stopped at a clothing section filled with items from various brands. I tossed every cute-looking piece I saw into the cart.
"I already have a lot of clothes in my room. Should I bring them over?"
"Leave them there. We don't want to raise any suspicions."
"Ah... Yes, ma'am."
"We'll have to get you a custom evening dress later too."
What the hell is an evening dress? Some kind of fancy gown? Why did the idea make me feel so uneasy? Maybe I was overthinking it.
"My little slave's period should be coming up soon, right?"
"What? Already?"
I had to go through that awful experience again? My head was already spinning.
"Yeah. It's been about twenty days since last time, hasn't it?"
"Ugh, I don't want to deal with my period..."
"Come on. Let's go buy some pads too."
"..."
We arrived at the feminine hygiene aisle. Here I was, on a date with my girlfriend, buying pads that I would be using. Would I have ever imagined this back when I was a guy?
"What kind of pads do you use? Regular ones or tampons?"
"Uhh..."
The situation was so embarrassing that I started stuttering. First, I decided to ask what she even meant.
"W-what's a tampon?"
"It's a type of pad you insert inside your vagina."
"No way. You're just messing with me again, right?"
"I'm serious. Look."
I read the description on the tampon packaging. It really was an insertable type. Wow, so this exists too. The progress of civilization is terrifying. The shape drawn on the package looked like a long rotor. It probably felt like inserting a rotor. Not that I'd ever tried that before.
"Why are you getting so shy? You've bought a dildo before."
"I-I haven't actually used it!" I stammered, quickly clearing up the misunderstanding.
"Anyway, try it. It's really convenient."
"It looks like it'd be hard to put in..."
"I'll put it in for you."
I swallowed hard, trying to hold back my excitement.
Basement level one. The golden rule is to hit up all the free sample stations while you're down here.
"Please try this one too~"
"Yes!"
I was already feeling hungry after that workout session.
"Mmm~ That's delicious!"
"We're having a special sale right now. You can buy two for the price of one."
These days I was a woman with ten million won sitting in her bank account. No more walking away after just sampling.
"I'll take two, please."
"Thank you~"
We did the same thing at every other stall, sampling and buying two of everything.
"Don't eat too much. I made a reservation at a restaurant."
"Really? Then I'll stop here."
The Queen gently stroked my cheek. I closed my eyes tightly, savoring the touch as much as I could.
I want her so bad.
My body had been burning ever since I saw The Queen naked earlier. I couldn't calm down at all.
"Shall we get going now?"
"...Yes."
I answered with my head hung low.
Once I eat some meat at the restaurant, I'll probably feel a bit better.
The place we arrived at wasn't a restaurant. It was in front of an adult toy shop.
"Y-Your Majesty?"
"We still have some time before the reservation. I thought we'd stop by for a bit."
"..."
My face flushed bright red.
An adult toy store as a date spot. My heart's already pounding so hard I can barely stand it.
Contrary to my expectations, the inside of the shop was clean and sophisticated. It actually looked even more luxurious than the department store we'd just left.
"So places like this exist..."
"Of course. Since I'm coming with you, I wanted to pick somewhere classy."
I smiled shyly without saying a word.
"Let's link arms."
The Queen offered her arm. With an embarrassed expression, I held onto it tightly.
First, we stopped at the section displaying onaholes. A few familiar models that I'd used while living alone caught my eye.
"Did you use these when you masturbated?" The Queen asked curiously, picking one up and turning it over in her hands.
"M-me?"
"Yeah."
"Well..."
I deliberately avoided her gaze. How was I supposed to admit to my girlfriend that I used onaholes while jerking off?
"Do I need to tease you before you'll tell me the truth?"
The Queen breathed warmly against my ear.
"Eep..."
"Come on, tell me~"
Her playful tone only made me more flustered.
"I u-used them quite often."
"Did it feel good?"
"But doing it with you is the best, Your Majesty."
"What a sweet talker." She leaned in and kissed my left cheek.
Ah... I really can't hold back anymore.
Next, we moved to the women's section.
"Personally, I'm not a big fan of using toys. What about you?"
"The artificial feeling really turns me off too."
"As expected from an expert."
"I'm not exactly an expert..."
The Queen picked up a box containing a rotor.
"It says it's a remote-controlled one. Claims it works up to ten meters."
"Somehow I get the feeling this is going inside me..."
"Yep. I'll use it for something fun later."
I knew it.
"Let's check out the costume section next."
"...."
I could feel how wet my panties had become from my arousal.
"What's wrong?" The Queen asked with an innocent, carefree expression, pretending she had no idea.
"...Nothing. Hoo... Let's go."
The costumes on display included bunny girls, nurses, maid outfits, and all kinds of sexy cosplay pieces lined up in a row.
"What kind of outfits does my little slave like?"
"I like bikinis."
"You like wearing them?"
"No, no! I mean from the viewer's perspective!"
"Then let's go buy some bikinis~"
"Uwaaa..."
There seemed to be tons of different kinds. They even had separate sections organized by color and style.
There's so many...
The Queen picked out a black bikini and even a 'cow print' one.
"Whoa..."
I thought cow print bikinis only existed in hentai?
"Isn't it cute?" And as if that wasn't enough, she also grabbed a pair of cow-print stockings that went all the way up to the knees.
I broke out in a cold sweat just thinking about wearing them. The sheer embarrassment was overwhelming.
Does this woman watch more hentai than I do?
"A-am I the one wearing these...?"
"I'll give you a choice. Black cow or milky cow, which one do you prefer?"
"I'll choose being naked."
"Eating plain grilled beef is boring. You need to wrap it in ssam and eat it properly."
Out of the two deadly options, I picked the lesser evil.
"...I'll go with the black bikini."
"Then I'll buy the cow print one."
"You're too much..."
Finally, she picked up a collar with a bell and a bottle of love gel.
"We need to oil up the beef before we cook it, after all."
"...."
The way she kept comparing me to food made my breathing tremble with excitement. The Queen simply smiled without saying another word when she saw my reaction.
We started our meal at the restaurant.
"..."
Of course, it was impossible to focus on the food. I just stared blankly at The Queen as she ate.
"You've got something on your mouth."
She pulled out a tissue and gently wiped my lips.
"Ah... Thank you..."
The warm touch against my lips wouldn't leave my mind.
"Ugh..."
I wanted to have sex so badly. But what was I supposed to say?
I need to come up with something romantic.
My head felt like it was going to explode. What should I say? No good lines came to mind until the meal was almost over. Should I ask if she wanted to get ramen after this?
That's such an old line. Way too childish.
Think. There has to be a good line somewhere. How about something manly like, "Let's fuck"?
That doesn't feel right either...
"Ha..."
"What's wrong? Are you feeling sick?"
The Queen placed her hand on my forehead, as if deliberately trying to push me even further. My patience had reached its absolute limit.
"Your Majesty..."
"Yes?"
With trembling lips, I finally said it.
"Would you like some cow for dessert?"