Emily: The Bathhouse
The hill road.
Getting to the jjimjilbang meant a long climb up the slope. Walking with the girls, breathing in the night air and chatting quietly, I almost felt as if I really had become a woman.
"Honey. First time in a women's bath, right?"
"Yeah. Even as a kid my cock was on the big side, so I never got to go with Hyeon-ju either."
Hye-yun smiled softly and linked her arm through my right.
"I love that your first time is with me."
"Honey. If you like it today, a few days from now let's have our date at a hotel sauna in Gangnam."
"Huh?"
I was thrown. The plan had been to do this once and be done with it — and now it was already starting to slip.
Hye-yun laughed and piled on.
"Yeah, honey. It's Emily's wish, so grant it. Anyway, come the first of next month you won't be able to use that body anymore."
I nodded. I could force the form again by dredging up the memories, but Hang-jeok's traits would already be gone. And I didn't want to. I was glad I had never mentioned Wu Hui's body.
"Fine. If it's a wish. A Gangnam hotel sauna — there'll be celebrities and beauties, right?"
"Yeah. I go with Mom a lot. I've seen idol group members and everything."
Then I had to go. I still had four capsules left.
"Thank you, honey."
Emily leaned into my left arm. Under the streetlamp her platinum-blonde hair caught the light — a truly mysterious color. For a moment I just stared at it, dazed.
Bath only was five thousand won a person; jjimjilbang included was seven thousand. We only meant to bathe, so we bought three tickets and stepped into the building.
"The jjimjilbang here is really good, though…"
"We'll come back for that next time. In a man's body."
I whispered it into Hye-yun's ear, and she nodded.
As we headed through the door marked for the women's bath, my heart was hammering hard.
Thump-thump.
Forbidden ground for men. A bathhouse in a university district. At this hour, the women coming in were almost certainly students from Ewha or Yonsei.
The thought that I could legally look at college girls naked made my chest pound — and Hye-yun, still arm-in-arm with me, felt it and let out a soft snort of laughter.
"Ha-yun's excited because it's her first bathhouse."
"Yeah."
"It's my first time too. Even as a woman, having other people see me naked is embarrassing."
"Hohoho. Two virgins, then. All right — unnie will scrub you both clean till you're glowing."
Hye-yun, fired up, dragged me through the door into the women's bath.
The bathhouse smell. The smell itself wasn't much different.
We took lockers side by side, set down our bath baskets, and started stripping.
Sway.
Hye-yun's breasts, by now nearly an E-cup; Emily's solid E-cups; and my own massive 75G chest — all three of us swayed as we breathed in the bathhouse air.
"Wow. Huge tits. Ha-yun, you've been hiding these."
Hye-yun stared, practically drooling, then snapped out of it. When I covered my chest she made a little tch sound and peeled off her lower half; I shoved pants and panties down in one go.
"If Ha-yun ever becomes real, I'm definitely going to fuck her. Slurp."
Hye-yun's filthy little smile made me flinch. I locked the locker, grabbed the bath basket, and turned around.
Ah!!!!
Just as expected — young women walking around naked as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
A paradise of bare flesh spread out before my eyes. Breast shapes varied, but every single one of them swayed as they walked.
No knockout beauties jumped out at me right away, but the fresh naked bodies of women in their early twenties left me standing there dazed for a moment.
"Hoho."
Hye-yun's laugh snapped me back. I hurried into the baths.
Ugh. The pubic hair is annoying.
Taste is taste — their bushy mounds bothered me. Apparently it bothered them too: the three of us walking side by side with bare, hairless pussies drew every eye in the room.
No — the eyes went higher. To the massive chests.
E, D, G. Emily, Hye-yun, and Hang-jeok. Every one of us carrying enormous breasts…
"Ha-yun, Emily. We need to grab spots first. It's not that crowded, but…"
A strong reek of alcohol hit us. A pack of college students must have come in after drinking; the liquor smell was beating the bathhouse smell.
"Huh?"
"Hye-yun?"
"Su-jeong unnie?"
Wow.
The woman from next door I'd seen earlier — Su-jeong — was standing at a shower right beside me. About 173 cm, breasts nearly E-cup, on Emily's level.
And bare. Completely bare down there. A beauty on Hye-yun's level with a smooth pussy…
"Unnie, I thought you were going out drinking."
"Yeah. After we split up I felt all stiff, so I got off here. Hoho. But who's this? Don't tell me…"
"Yeah. This is Lee Ha-yun — she's going to be our honey's fourth wife. Ha-yun, say hello. She lives next door to Ian."
"Yes, unnie. Hello. I'm Lee Ha-yun. Kim Ian's girlfriend."
Saying it in my own voice was awkward. But the desire to have her was rising hard.
Hold back. She will complete the final third of Mission 1/3. The mission will drop tomorrow — restrain yourself.
Huh?
A grin. Of course. The Constellation wasn't the type to leave a beauty like this sitting right next to me unused.
A mission. Even her…
"Nice to meet you. I'm Kwon Su-jeong. Yeonseo University, Economics."
We exchanged greetings, showered, claimed our spots, and settled into the hot bath together like old friends.
Hye-yun deliberately sat me next to Su-jeong and took the seat across from us herself.
"Ian didn't come?"
"No, unnie. We're not doing the jjimjilbang."
Su-jeong nodded. Then she glanced at me and Emily, smirked, and looked at Hye-yun.
"You're something else. Deciding on polygamy and everything."
"Yeah. Our honey's stamina is insane — I can't handle him alone. Even the three of us on him isn't enough."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Unnie, have you… had experience?"
A shake of the head.
Good. A virgin, then.
"Unnie, want me to introduce you?"
"Mm… no. I'm going to wait for now. For a man who protects me. The kind who, even if I'm naked, won't lay a hand on me unless I want it."
Huh? Is that even possible?
"Hohoho. Then our honey's out. He could wait, sure — but he'd be standing there with a rock-hard cock twitching, suffering the whole time."
"You—"
The bath went on like that.
And Hye-yun had free rein with my body — it hurt so much I nearly cried.
Scrub-scrub.
Slap.
"Ow. Hye-yun."
"Hold still."
Arms, thighs, even my chest — the friction of the scrubbing towel had turned everything red.
"Ha-yun, why won't your dirt come off? Tch…"
"Hye-yun, stop. If it's not coming off, just stop."
I told her through the pain, but she ignored me completely and kept scouring every inch of me with the towel.
Scrub. Scrape…
"Ah… it hurts… I said it hurts."
"Tch… hmph."
Hye-yun shoved me away.
Finally free, I scrambled to a shower and rinsed off — and Hye-yun called Emily over.
"Emily, come here. Unnie, you too. Ha-yun will scrub you."
"Okay."
Hye-yun winked, went to Emily, and set the scrubbing towel against her skin.
Emily flinched — and then the dirt came off in long noodles.
"Aaah! Unnie, that hurts! Is it always this painful?"
"Yeah, Emily. See? This is how it's supposed to come off… tsk."
I turned my head, stepped behind Su-jeong, and set the towel against her back.
"Ha-yun, right? Mind if I drop the formalities?"
"Yes, unnie."
"Please. Gently."
Watching Su-jeong's flushed, tipsy face in the mirror, I worked over her body. Not as much dirt as Emily, who was doing this for the first time in her life — but some still came off.
The soft female flesh under my left hand was deeply satisfying.
When I finished her back I came around to the front, lifted her breasts, and scrubbed underneath while feeling every curve of her.
I'll have to come here often.
The self-loathing of becoming a woman was nothing next to the thrill of violating women like this.
February 10, 2003 — 12:05 AM
Each of us holding a banana milk, the four of us headed down the hill. Sweet banana milk.
The feel of Su-jeong's body from earlier wouldn't leave me.
Normally a woman would insist on scrubbing her own pussy herself — but drunk and weak, she had left even that to me, and I had scrubbed her mound while freely groping it.
We parted with Su-jeong on the fourth floor and went up to the fifth.
"The training should be done by now, right?"
Hye-yun's words. I nodded.
"Seems like it."
"Honey. Shall we go in? I want to see Eun-hee and Hyeon-ju's faces too, and I'm curious how well Jeong-mi trained them. You take Eun-hee and Hyeon-ju to the master bedroom. I'll… play with Jeong-mi."
Hye-yun had gotten a taste for the Penis Band.
She'd already had plenty of sex with her pussy — now she wanted to try using a cock.
Baby fat still soft on her cheeks, eyes wide and bright. She was looking forward to it too.
"You two go in first. I'll transform at my place and come over."
"No, honey. We'll go in a little later. Let's go down together, and you go in first."
Should I?
I nodded, and we went down to the fourth floor and moved quickly. Back in my own body, clothes on, I left the apartment and climbed to the fifth.
I trudged up, punched in the door code, and opened it.
[Kwon Su-jeong's Point of View]
Su-jeong came into the baths, turned on a shower first, and let the cold water hit her while she sank into thought.
Kate… what am I supposed to do? I'm so sorry…
She had tried so hard to rewire herself toward homosexuality — practically brainwashing herself to feel affection for women — but she kept having to confirm she was still heterosexual.
She thought of Kate, who was about to go under wholesale the same way she had.
Kim Ian, they said… Hye-yun, Emily…
She recalled the man's face from earlier, then Hye-yun's and Emily's as well.
Until now she had felt nothing toward same-sex attraction — but the wetness she had felt earlier. At first she had thought it was because of the man named Kim Ian.
But now, just picturing Hye-yun's and Emily's faces was enough to send slickness running down her thighs.
It's clear. Right now I'm in heat for Hye-yun and Emily — for women. Back when I wanted so badly to be gay, my body never responded.
Fortunately her twitching pussy was hidden against the wall where no one could see, and the running wetness was quickly washed away by the shower stream.
A murmur rose through the baths.
She turned and saw the women inside looking toward the entrance, whispering. Having E-cup breasts herself, she knew what that kind of attention felt like — so she was curious what kind of woman could make the whole bath stir like this. She turned her head left.
Huh? Hye-yun? Don't tell me… he came too?
Wondering if they were doing the jjimjilbang, she pictured his face — and felt wetness start streaming down again.
Then Hye-yun and Emily, and another new woman.
Wow… why is that woman so tall?
A full head taller than Hye-yun. A beautiful woman in the mid-180s was walking into the baths.
Massive breasts — bigger even than Hye-yun's mother's, it looked like. Su-jeong had only ever seen chests that size a handful of times. Swaying heavily.
And a small, beautiful face. As she studied the hair piled up on top of that head, she felt her own heart start to pound.
Why… why am I only now meeting a woman I fall for at first sight…
They claimed spots and came toward the showers.
"Hye-yun."
"Huh? Unnie!!"
When Su-jeong called, they came over. The new woman took the spot to Su-jeong's right, turned on the warm water, and let it run over her.
"Unnie, this is Lee Ha-yun — Ian's fourth wife."
Splash… drip.
Thump-thump.
"I'm Lee Ha-yun."
"Kwon… Su-jeong."
Su-jeong couldn't move under that gaze. Her pussy fluttered harder, and she felt wetness pouring out.
After the greetings she fled into the baths as fast as she could.
The hot bath.
In her rush to hide her body she hadn't even thought about hot versus warm — so the heat hitting her legs first snapped her fully awake.
Still, she didn't want anyone to see her swollen chest, so she sank in up to her neck, head only above water.
Ah… hot…
Soon the three women entered the bath and sat to her left and right.
Splash…
"Ah!!! Unnie. It's too hot."
The white woman — Emily — dipped a foot in and yanked it back, and somehow only her pussy was visible. That pure-white mound twitching was far too clear.
Hye-yun and the one called Ha-yun seemed used to it; they eased themselves in gradually. Soft skin brushed against both of Su-jeong's forearms.
"Ah… that feels good."
"Heh. Ha-yun, I thought this was your first bath?"
Flutter.
That low, mid-range voice stimulated Su-jeong — a way of speaking almost like a man's — and her chest trembled. On top of that, Hye-yun's voice, clear as birdsong.
"Huh? Oh. I go in the bath at home a lot."
"Unnie, I thought you were going out drinking?"
Hye-yun sat beside her, watching Su-jeong with a smiling face. Su-jeong looked at Ha-yun, then turned her head away.
"Yeah. Suddenly I wanted a bath. Ian didn't come?"
"No. We're not doing the jjimjilbang."
And the conversation continued.
Between the alcohol and her pounding heart, Su-jeong said things she shouldn't have — without even realizing it.
"My ideal type is a man who won't jump me even if I sleep naked next to him."
"Hohoho. Then our honey's out…"
Su-jeong felt relieved. And yet, somewhere, a loneliness crept in at Hye-yun's words.
The talk went on, and at some point Hye-yun ran a hand over her own body, stood up, and pulled Ha-yun to her feet by the hand.
"Ha-yun, I'll scrub you."
"Do I have to? Nothing's going to come off."
"Hss. Are you not going to listen to unnie?"
At that, Ha-yun stood — and Su-jeong found herself staring blankly at a clean-looking pussy before embarrassment made her turn her head, only to lock eyes with Emily.
At Emily's bright smile, Su-jeong dropped her gaze hard.
Then she watched the women scrubbing for a long while.
"That hurts!!!"
"Why won't the dirt come off."
A snort of laughter.
"Emily, come here. And unnie, you too."
Thump-thump.
"Huh? Me too?"
"Yeah. Ha-yun will scrub you. Right?"
A nod.
Flutter-flutter. Thump-thump.
At the words that Ha-yun would scrub her, Su-jeong couldn't even feel the place that was twitching and pouring out wetness.
She climbed out of the bath in a daze and sat on the stool where Ha-yun was standing.
"Hands."
"Okay."
She raised her hands, and Ha-yun took both of them — hands as large as her height, completely enclosing Su-jeong's.
Then the texture of the Italian towel against her skin.
Scrub-scrub.
The feel of dirt-noodles coming off her arms.
The cool relief was brief; her pounding heart wouldn't settle.
Why… why is Ha-yun my ideal type?
A day she couldn't make sense of — and the fact that Ha-yun was Kim Ian's woman made her chest start to ache.
To have her, she would have to become Ian's woman too. That made it worse.
Emily and Hye-yun are both so deeply fallen for that man.
Ha-yun would be the same, she thought, and it depressed her.
The scrubbing towel worked steadily lower, and before long it was on her back, then brushing her ass.
Twitch.
Pleasure. More than the pain, the fact that she was touching her body sent waves of sensation through her entire frame.
"Haahng… ah!!!"
A moan slipped out before she could stop it; she quickly covered it with a sharp "Ah!!!"
Fortunately, neither Ha-yun nor the others seemed to notice.
Scrub-scrub.
"Ha-yun. Unnie isn't dirty or anything, is she?"
"Nah. This much is fine. Look at Emily — as long as it doesn't come off in noodles like that, you're good."
"You!!! I said it's my first time. Unnie, gently. It hurts."
"Okay."
Emily, held by Hye-yun and getting her back scrubbed, bristling at Ha-yun's words — it was cute.
How had he gathered only women this pretty? Curiosity about the man named Kim Ian kept growing.
"Ha-yun. Do you love Ian?"
Thump-thump.
She already expected the answer, but her heart pounded on the off chance. Ha-yun thought for a moment, then answered bluntly.
"Well. If that counts as love, then I love him."
An ambiguous answer — but Ha-yun didn't hesitate, and somehow Su-jeong's heart sank.
Ha-yun's expression in the mirror, and Hye-yun smiling for some reason — she envied the bond between them.
Then Ha-yun took hold of her breasts.
The pleasure rising from the chest she was holding.
Su-jeong trembled, feeling every stroke of those hands. The Italian towel's texture that followed broke the mood a little — but still.
Stroke-stroke.
Why? Was it the alcohol? Ha-yun was touching her breasts almost as if caressing them.
Whenever that feeling rose, the towel would pass over, and the cycle would repeat.
"Feel good?"
"Yeah."
Ha-yun whispered it almost into her ear, and pleasure sparked there too. Su-jeong shuddered and nodded.
"Stand up."
"Okay."
Breasts against her shoulder.
The fact that Ha-yun's breasts were touching her made it impossible for Su-jeong to think straight. At Ha-yun's command she stood in a daze.
Ha-yun crouched and scrubbed her lower abdomen, her thighs — and in that moment Su-jeong realized her pussy, streaming with wetness, was fully visible. She dropped her hands to cover it.
"Move them. Unnie."
A growl? Had she misheard? A flash of fear made Su-jeong look at Ha-yun — who was smiling.
"Huh? I'm embarrassed. It's bare."
A grin.
For some reason Ha-yun smiled at the word "bare" and turned her gaze. Su-jeong followed — and saw Emily getting her lower half scrubbed the same way, and Hye-yun's pussy turned toward her.
"That guy likes bare pussies. Emily's is waxed, though."
"Huh?"
Surge.
At those words her pussy fluttered and she felt wetness pouring down her thighs in streams.
Ha-yun pretended not to see and set the towel against that place, scrubbing.
"Unnie. Okay if I scrub here?"
The place Ha-yun pointed to was her pussy.
Su-jeong could only nod blankly — surrendering to those intense eyes…
"Yeah."
Ha-yun gripped her ass from behind. Almost kneading it.
Then the towel touched her pussy, and dirt was scrubbed away in the most shameful way.
"Haahng…"
A snort.
Ha-yun's grinning face.
And then Ha-yun's hand found her clit — and it felt exactly like a caress.
Su-jeong covered her mouth and felt every stroke of those fingers.
Worried someone might see, she glanced back — Emily and Hye-yun were standing, blocking her body from view.
Squish.
"Haahng. Why there?"
"Wondered if dirt comes off here too."
Even nonsense like that, she couldn't resist.
Not even when Ha-yun's fingers pushed inside her pussy and scraped along her inner walls.
Squish-squish.
"Haahng…"
Regrettably, Ha-yun's touch ended soon after. Watching Ha-yun suck the fingers that had been inside her only made more wetness stream down.
"Hmm. Unnie's cute. Why don't you come in as Ian's woman?"
"Haahng… I can't. Not until the trigger is satisfied."
Her mind snapped clear.
But she had already said the word "trigger."
"Trigger?"
"Ah… there's something like that. Hye-yun, I'm going to head out."
Su-jeong, burning with embarrassment, bolted for the exit — and soon felt the other women following.
I'm insane. Why did I say that.
Standing in front of the lockers, Su-jeong remembered what she had told Hye-yun and the others earlier — the final unlock condition for the trigger.
Kate… I'm sorry.