The Business Department Wants to Dispose of Defective Stock
"Wh-what are you doing all of a sudden...!"
"I forgot to bring women's panties and a bra. I'll just give you the ones I'm wearing right now. I don't mind going without panties, but going braless is a bit much, so you can wear my panties instead."
"Even so, that's crossing the line!"
"The one who crossed the line was you, senior, when you jerked off with my handkerchief. What are you doing? Aren't you going to take your panties off?"
"F-fine..."
I closed my eyes and hurriedly pulled off my boxer briefs.
Now completely bare underneath, I could feel my erect cock and swollen balls dangling and swaying freely.
"Pfft, your cock is pretty small, senior. How many centimeters is it?"
"Sh-shut up!"
"Wow, even when you're fully hard it's only this big... You poor thing, senior..."
"Ughhh... Please just shut up..."
Having my most private part exposed to a female junior and being mocked for its size... It was far more humiliating than being forced to cross-dress.
She lifted my right leg and slipped the sky-blue women's panties—still warm from being between her thighs—up between my legs.
The delicate lace fabric, carrying the lingering warmth and unfamiliar scent of a woman, wrapped around my cock and balls.
It was my first time wearing women's panties. The crotch area squeezed tightly, creating an intense sense of pressure.
I wasn't sure if it was because I was fully erect or if they were always this snug. Maybe both?
"How do my panties feel? Nice and snug? They suit you really well—your cock's so tiny that nothing's even poking out. Next time I'll put you in my bra too. I'm sure you'll love it."
"Ughhh..."
Her relentless sexual harassment, zeroing in on every weakness, was mentally exhausting. For a moment I felt like crying.
But if I cried she'd definitely mock me for being girly, so I clenched my teeth and held it in.
Almost as humiliating as the teasing itself was how short the skirt was—standing still, the bulge of my cock was clearly visible through the panties.
"The skirt... it's way too short!"
"Then try bending at the waist a little."
"L-like this...?"
Following her instructions, I bent forward and the front was at least partially covered.
"Senior, are you trying to seduce me right now? With that lewd pose, your nipples and ass are completely exposed."
"Y-you told me to do this!"
I reflexively covered my chest with one arm and straightened up again.
"Your nipples are so plump and cherry-blossom pink—how cute. A guy with a cute face, cute cock, cute balls, cute nipples, and a cute ass... That's cheating."
I managed to hold back the tears, but the trembling in my voice was unavoidable.
"Ugh... Please stop teasing me..."
Jang Eunbi gently stroked my hair, a satisfied smile on her face, and spoke kindly.
"Alright, now that we're all ready, let's take some photos. Strike a pose."
She pulled out her phone and opened the camera.
"......"
I wanted nothing more than to end this soul-crushing situation as quickly as possible, but I had no idea what kind of pose to strike in this state.
Just standing there? Where should I put my hands?
"Why are you just standing there? I said strike a pose."
"......"
"Don't you want to go home?"
"No... It's just... what kind of pose...?"
"You know, the kind girls do on women's shopping sites. Just copy those."
"I have no idea what you're talking about..."
I'd never browsed women's clothing online or visited a women's shopping site. How would I know?
"Haah, seriously..."
Jang Eunbi sighed and lowered her phone.
"I'll show you. Just follow along. First, like this."
She stepped one leg slightly forward, placed a hand on her hip, tilted her head a little, and smiled at the camera. It looked completely natural.
From what I'd seen snooping on her SNS yesterday, she had plenty of outfit photos... She was clearly used to this.
"Got it? Now you try."
"......"
I awkwardly stuck one leg out, rested a hand on my hip, and tilted my head.
"What's with that ridiculous expression? Smile. I said smile."
"......"
I forced the corners of my mouth upward.
Thank goodness there was no mirror—I was sure my face looked more like I was crying than smiling.
Click.
"Hmm... Still awkward. Again. This time like this."
Jang Eunbi demonstrated once more.
This time she clasped both hands in front of her chest, lowered her head slightly, and looked up at the camera with her eyes. The classic "pure and innocent" idol pose.
"This is the most basic one. Try it."
I clasped my hands in front of my chest, lowered my head, and glanced upward.
"The skirt..."
Bending my head made the women's panties beneath the short skirt far too visible.
Uneasy, I reached back and pressed the skirt down with one hand.
"Move your hand. You're wrinkling the clothes."
"B-but..."
"It's fine, nothing's showing. Hurry up."
Reluctantly, I let go. Every time the wind blew through the window, the hem of the skirt fluttered, making my heart drop.
So this was why short skirts felt so dangerous. Did women really wear these every day?
Honestly, calling this a skirt felt embarrassing—it was ridiculously short. No woman would wear something this extreme.
Click.
"Good. Next. Turn around and just look back over your shoulder. It's a shoulder-line emphasis pose."
I turned as instructed and glanced back at the camera.
The off-shoulder blouse left my bare shoulders exposed, and the upper part of my back was visible too.
"Now give me a slightly sulky expression. Pout your lips a little."
What did a sulky expression even look like? How was I supposed to do that?
I tried pushing my lips forward.
"Ah, cute."
Click.
"Okay, next. Grab the sides of the skirt and stand on your tiptoes. Princess pose."
"Princess pose...?"
"Like this."
Jang Eunbi lightly held the sides of her skirt, rose onto her tiptoes, and smiled. It really did look like a princess greeting someone.
"......"
I grabbed the sides of the skirt, feeling the frills in my hands, and rose onto my tiptoes.
The heeled shoes made it hard to balance and I wobbled.
"This is dangerous..."
"It's fine. I'll take the shot before you fall. Smile!"
Click.
"Great. One last one. Make a heart with both hands next to your cheek."
"......A heart?"
"With your fingers. Like this."
She formed a heart shape with her thumbs and index fingers and held it beside her cheek.
I really couldn't do this. My pride wouldn't allow it.
After everything I'd already done, what pride was left? Still... a heart...
"Senior?"
"......Fine."
With trembling fingers I formed the heart shape.
The pink nail tips drew a heart beside my cheek.
It was unbearably embarrassing. My face felt like it was about to explode.
It flushed so red that the color showed through my makeup.
"Wink for me too."
"......"
I squeezed one eye shut.
I could feel the false eyelashes brushing against my eyelid.
"Perfect!"
Click.
"Okay, we're done!"
Jang Eunbi smiled brightly as she checked the phone screen.
I felt like collapsing on the spot.
Desperate to get out of this disgusting outfit, I looked around for the men's clothes I'd been wearing earlier.
I was sure I'd left them on the chair, but no matter how hard I searched, there was no sign of the T-shirt, jeans, shoes, underwear, or socks.
Where had they gone?
"Have you seen my clothes?"
"Those?"
Jang Eunbi answered casually.
"I put them in my bag."
Now that I looked, her bag was noticeably more swollen than before.
She must have stuffed my clothes inside after taking out her cosmetics and props.
"Since we're finished, give them back..."
"What are you talking about?"
Jang Eunbi tilted her head, looking genuinely puzzled.
"Indoor shooting is done, but we still have outdoor shooting left."
"......What?"
I couldn't believe my ears.
Outside? In this getup?
"Ah, please stop messing around..."
The curse slipped out before I could stop it.
"Want me to make a call?"
"......"
I finally realized it was a threat.
My mouth went dry. That single sentence was enough to shut me down completely.
"......That's dirty."
That was all I could manage. Jang Eunbi smiled like a victor and grabbed my hand.
Her fingers slipped between mine, interlocking.
"Let's go."
She started walking toward the door, pulling me along.
But going outside dressed like this was insane. Completely deranged.
Long wig, makeup, frilly blouse and skirt, women's heels.
If I walked around campus like this, it was over. If anyone I knew saw me, my life would end that very day.
I planted my feet and poured every ounce of strength into staying put.
"What are you doing?"
Jang Eunbi turned back and asked.
"You don't want to go outside?"
"How am I supposed to go out looking like this!"
My voice came out almost like a scream.
I glanced down at myself again.
The ridiculously short pastel-pink jumper skirt that exposed my thighs and panties, the off-shoulder Lolita blouse with its frills and ribbons, the long black wig, pink nail tips, heeled shoes.
No. Absolutely not. Never.
There was no way I could step outside the building like this.
"No, I really can't. Not this..."
I resisted desperately.
I tried to pull my interlocked fingers free, but Jang Eunbi was stronger than I'd expected.
"Come on, why are you being like this? It'll be quick, I promise."
"No! I'd rather die!"
"You really won't come out?"
"Yeah!"
I answered firmly. This was the one thing I couldn't compromise on.
"Then I guess I have no choice."
Jang Eunbi sighed and suddenly lowered her stance.
Her fingers dug into my armpits.
"Tickle tickle tickle~"
"Uwah...!?"
Ten fingers moved like living creatures with minds of their own.
Her slender, soft fingertips crawled slowly across the sensitive skin of my armpits.
From pinky to index finger, all five digits on each hand flexed and extended in waves, brushing over my skin.
It felt like ten warm caterpillars were using my body as their playground.
"Uheheh...! W-wait...!"
Five fingers swept outward on my left side while the right side was attacked from the outside in.
The irregular rhythm made it impossible to predict. My nerves were on edge, never knowing where the next sensation would come from.
Whenever her nails lightly grazed the surface, goosebumps erupted across my skin.
Then the soft inner pads of her fingers would slide smoothly over the same spot.
The contrast between sharp and gentle was unbearable.
"Ahaha...! P-please...!"
I arched my back and struggled, but that only made her fingers dig deeper.
She poked the hollows of my armpits, then dragged all her fingers down in long strokes, gradually expanding the attack to my sides.
All ten fingers seemed to dance independently—some tracing circles, others zigzagging, others pressing firmly in one spot.
The flood of sensations made my mind go blank.
"Uheheh...! Aah...! Hahaha...! S-stop...!"
I'd always been weak to tickling.
Strength drained from my entire body and my legs started shaking. The stance I'd been holding collapsed.
Jang Eunbi didn't miss the opening.
She grabbed my weakened hand and yanked me forward, throwing the clubroom door wide open. Fluorescent light from the hallway poured in.
"Alright, let's go~!"
"N-no...!"
I was dragged out on unsteady legs, the heels clicking against the hallway floor.
The short skirt fluttered with every step.
It was so short that it completely failed at its one job of covering the panties.
Luckily, the hallway was empty.
But what about when we took the elevator down to the first floor? What about when we stepped outside the building?
"Please... Please, not this..."
I begged, but Jang Eunbi hummed a little tune as she pulled me toward the elevator.