#21 Venting Frustration, Exposure Training (5)
While Seohyun changed clothes, Yuchan leaned against the car and smoked a cigarette. He'd prepared her outfit in advance. By the time he'd finished one and started checking on her, she hesitantly opened the car door and stepped out.
"What the hell is this for?"
Her lips pouted out a good two inches as she grumbled. Yuchan couldn't help but admire Seohyun's mental fortitude—she could still mouth off after all the harsh treatment she'd endured. It was probably because she didn't know his true nature yet. Nayae, for instance, was aware he'd killed for his plans, but Seohyun saw him as just a blackmailer and rapist. He found her defiance amusing, so he hadn't bothered telling her. He'd use it against her later if she ever got out of line.
"It suits you well."
"...It doesn't. The fabric's got a high synthetic blend—it's crappy material."
"Is that so? I went out of my way to buy it."
The outfit Yuchan had personally coordinated for her was simple: a fleece long coat that reached her knees. And that was it. Nothing but the plush navy coat wrapped around her naked body. The chest wasn't cut in a deep V-neck like something meant to layer over other clothes; it zipped up securely like a proper long parka. As long as she didn't move carelessly, no one would catch a glimpse of her bare skin.
Still, wandering the streets in just a coat? No panties, no bra. The only other clothing on her was the shoes she'd worn to work that day. A chill wind slipped under the hem, brushing her exposed pussy, and Seohyun bit her lip hard to endure it. She wouldn't even go to the convenience store down the block dressed like this.
"What now?"
The coat had only five buttons. Undo even one, and its defensive power dropped sharply. Seohyun clutched the gaps tightly, eyeing Yuchan like a herbivore sensing danger—her wariness was obvious.
"The air's nice and clear. Time for a walk. With my pet."
"I'm not your pet."
"I bet you are. Hand, Seohyun."
"Ha... don't do this crap."
Like training a dog, Yuchan held out his palm. Not wanting to risk scratches or sores, Seohyun sighed and took his hand obediently. At this point, being treated like a pet barely dented her pride. After all the humiliating sights she'd shown him already, what was this?
The moment she reached out, Yuchan intertwined their fingers in a tight grip. His strong palm and the lover-like clasp made her eyebrows twitch. She wanted to yank away.
"What's this now..."
"Let's go."
"Wh... where? Dressed like this?"
"It's a bit lacking still. Gotta hit the bathroom first."
The night park was sparsely populated. Not empty, though. With the weather warming, night strollers appeared here and there, along with people heading their own ways. Yuchan boldly tugged the hesitating Seohyun along. She had no choice but to trot after him in short steps.
"I won't run. I'll wait right here, so go ahead."
At the secluded public restroom in the corner of the park, Seohyun tried to slip her hand free. But Yuchan dragged her straight inside without pause.
"Wait! Hold on! This is the men's room...!"
Mindful of onlookers, she hissed her anger in a lowered voice. Yuchan, hauling her into the men's room anyway, said innocently,
"Who's gonna complain about a guy bringing his female pet into the men's room?"
Seohyun barely restrained the urge to punch the sarcasm off his face. Even if she swung, he'd subdue her easily and make her suffer worse. Right now, satisfying his demands as quickly as possible was key. She didn't want to linger in a men's room naked under a coat.
"Hurry up and tell me. Whatever it is, make it quick."
Figuring he'd have her defile herself in a stall at worst, Seohyun said with resignation. The thought of handling his lust in such a filthy place filled her with fresh despair over her situation.
"To avoid bothering anyone, pets should pee before walks."
The public restroom wasn't very clean. The musty ammonia stench mixed with naphthalene disinfectant, turning her stomach. She avoided grimy, poorly maintained places like this even normally—hidden cameras and filth were concerns. But it was Yuchan's order, so no choice.
"...Hold this for me."
Seohyun fumbled with the coat buttons. Cold air prickled her skin, raising goosebumps. She wanted to finish fast and cover up again. No place to hang it in the stall, so she handed it to Yuchan.
But he just stood there, arms crossed, watching.
"Walk to the urinal and pee standing up."
"...What?"
"Sitting like a girl is boring and cliché. I'll do it your way—nice and original."
"Ah..."
Seohyun regretted her snarky comment back at the car while changing. She'd let her mouth run and escalated things. What an idiot.
"Better hurry. If someone comes in, I'll just play dumb and leave. Wonder what other guys would do seeing a naked woman in the men's room? Curious?"
"You... fucking..."
She swallowed the curse rising in her throat. Knowing he held grudges despite appearances, no need to provoke him. Staring blankly at the urinal, Seohyun despaired. She'd glimpsed them passing by outside men's rooms before, but never this close. How did you even pee standing? She never had, not even in the shower.
For the hesitating Seohyun, Yuchan offered kind advice.
"Spread your legs a bit, part your labia wide, aim carefully, and let go. Remember, women aren't the only ones who shouldn't spill tears."
"Y-you're filming this too?"
"When you're ready, say what you're about to do nice and clearly, then start."
Her face paled as he shoved the camera in her face. Filmed peeing? In a men's room, stark naked, standing at the urinal... Her head felt ready to explode. Unlike masturbating naked in the car, this had real risk of discovery. It was a public restroom.
No time for other thoughts. Seohyun parted her pussy slightly and pressed close to the urinal. Just pee now? She'd needed to go earlier, but her urethra twitched without releasing. This isn't working. Gotta finish quick. Her mind wouldn't focus—nerves, probably.
"Say your line too."
"H-Han Seohyun... will pee standing up... in the park men's room..."
A mature girl who didn't look like an ordinary person stood with legs awkwardly spread, hands pulling her pussy open, peeing into the urinal. Announcing it live, no less. More comical than erotic, she strained with grunts for a while until her body shivered.
"Haa..."
Trickle trickle...
The sound of water made her squeeze her eyes shut. Shame kept her from opening them. The stream from her urethra flowed cleanly into the urinal without much splash. Lips trembling, Seohyun dashed to the sink, washing her hands and pussy frantically.
"Good girl."
"Give me my clothes! Hurry!"
Snatching the coat from Yuchan, she threw it on, buttoned it in five seconds flat, and bolted out of the men's room. Too fast for him to stop.
"Whoa! You scared me!"
Charging out like the wind, Seohyun nearly collided with a middle-aged man entering. Probably out for a walk and stopping by. His eyes bulged at the sudden sight of her bursting from the men's room. Even from behind, her coat couldn't hide her feminine curves—anyone could tell she wasn't a man.
"S-sorry! I mistook the restroom."
"It's fine. Happens."
The man smiled indulgently at her flushed, apologetic face as he passed. Yuchan followed behind. Seohyun's heart pounded wildly. If she'd hesitated just five seconds more, that guy would've seen everything.
"Close call, huh?"
"Your fault... If you hadn't made me do that shit..."
"No one saw. That's what matters, right?"
"You're trash... You're fucking trash..."
Even knowing how near the disaster, Yuchan showed no agitation. To him, forcing these acts on her was risk-free play—no issue if seen. Seohyun's assumption that he'd share the trouble was wrong. Window dildo masturbation, naked coat walk, peeing in the men's room—all risks on her alone. He was the type to laugh and watch no matter her humiliation. She was sure of it.
"I figured we'd finish in the restroom, but you bolted and startled me."
"There's more?"
No time for relief at surviving. He hadn't taught her true pleasure yet.
Yujin gazed out the window from a second-floor café in a bustling street. Evening boredom had set in, so she'd ditched the cram school as usual. No need for a butterfly where there were no flowers—no need for her where Yuchan wasn't. Tired of PC bangs, dinner done, she thought coffee and study might work.
But picking up her pen brought drowsiness, so she watched passersby and let her mind wander. Mr. Yuchan skipped work again today. Even as an in-house counselor, was this slacking okay? Slight worry crept in—not deep concern, just missing his face.
"I even brought pie from home to eat together..."
Ended up devouring it alone at lunch. Lately, seeing him was tough. Dinner invites? "Busy," and she'd go solo. Lunch visits? He'd vanish, reappearing only after time was up. Did he get a girlfriend? It worried her. Handsome, nice, great body—who wouldn't chase a guy like that? Weirder if no foxes had before.
"Guess I should head home."
No point lingering outside. As Yujin packed up,
Her gaze locked on the crowded street's center. Shock hit.
"Mr. Yuchan...?"
Even in a throng, she'd spot him instantly. But her surprise wasn't just seeing him.
"...with Seohyun?"
Precisely, her bestie clinging arm-in-arm beside him. Staggering in a navy coat, supported by Yuchan—his hand naturally around her waist. Yujin rubbed her eyes, pressed her face to the glass. No mistake. She knew that silhouette anywhere. The swaying hair from her shoulders, the gait—all familiar from years of watching.
Thoughts flooded: Mr. Yuchan and Seohyun on a nighttime date alone? Arm-in-arm, waist embraced? Phone in hand, she nearly called one of them—but stopped. Yujin desperately denied the worst. No, coincidence. Probably counseling a tipsy Seohyun, helping her out. Not romantic. She firmly believed Seohyun would text about meeting him. Still, her heart felt leaden, crushed.