This Body Belongs to Me Now (3)
Ding-a-ling—
"Have a good one~"
The employee's farewell echoes behind me. That's right. I've safely cleared one of the biggest hurdles. A total of eight bra and panty sets. One for each day of the week, plus an extra, considering my future self's laziness with laundry. And... one super slutty black lace bra and panty set. Yeah. I bought it. My face burned the moment I saw it in the store. But come on, wearing plain underwear on this body? What a waste. No one else will see it, of course. It's for my satisfaction. For the mood. Being honest with my body's urges isn't a bad thing. Right, right.
I calm the rising heat just a bit and head to my next destination. Somehow, it feels like the stares have lessened. This snug grip on my breasts and ass. It's comfortable. Secure. No jiggling...
...Wait, did my tits bounce a lot without a bra?
"Ugh..."
My face flushes again. This time, it's pure embarrassment. Whatever. It's not like they're wearing out from being seen. And technically, I didn't really show them off...
Yeah, self-hypnosis activated. I shake off the shame and keep walking until I arrive.
"It's been a while."
Not super famous, but a ramen joint I've been to plenty of times. Haven't come much lately, though. It's near the bustling area but stays under the radar—a hidden gem for those in the know. Not too crowded. Plus, I got here just before the lunch rush.
Maybe I'll sit by the window today. And then I regretted it hard. Should've picked the back corner.
*****
In this modernized New-Neo ramen spot with its kiosk ordering system, I punch in my order and snag the innermost window seat, facing the wall. Like muscle memory, I pull out my phone from my pocket. Isn't this just instinct for solo diners these days?
I unlock it absentmindedly, pondering what to do next, when...
"!@#!???"
A tiny but unmistakable guttural screech escapes me—someone nearby would've heard for sure—as I frantically shut it off. The guy next to me shoots me a weird look, but I'm too freaked to care. The channel from when I researched my secret home purchases... it was still open. Showing off a massive, grotesque photo in all its glory.
Why the hell was that on? I set the phone down meekly. Sure, I could've flicked it away quick, but... even knowing no one's peering at my screen, it felt too humiliating. And what if I got caught? That thought wouldn't leave me.
I turn to gaze out the window. Closing in on noon. Sunlight filters between buildings, illuminating the road, trees, and people. A glimpse of clear sky peeks through. Everyone outside hurries to their own paths. It's a weekday morning, but busier than expected—office workers starting their lunch breaks.
Watching them, thoughts drift in. They've all got their own lives, jobs, routines sustaining the economy. Guess I need to find work soon too. It's only been a week since quitting, and with no big expenses, my savings are still safe. No immediate panic. But I can't live like this forever.
Hmm... The classic TS girl gig: internet streaming? My chat skills aren't bad. Shame I lack friends for an objective review. But with this face? Total stunner. Worth a shot. The reflection in the glass confirms it—a busty, pretty girl just like this morning.
And beyond that glass? Eyes from passersby. Not staring outright, but each one lingers with loaded interest. I whip my head back.
No, what the—? They're not ogling me. If someone stopped dead to gawk, someone would've called the cops by now. You know how it is: spot a big-chested girl, sneak a glance, double back, pretend you didn't see, keep walking. And now I'm that girl. The subway stare-fest reignites.
Should I switch seats? Now's the time...
"Enjoy your meal~"
Ah. Of all the timing. The cheerful male part-timer sets down my ramen, his face the picture of customer service. Damn. Seat change failed. A little later would've been perfect.
And... the place is filling up. This spot never had lines even at peak lunch, but now a queue's forming. Am I overthinking? Nah, I've got a fair share of the attention.
I devour the bowl without tasting where the ramen goes. Focusing on food dulls the stares—small mercy. I bolt out and head for the clothing store.
En route, I scan the lively street: other eateries, street food carts, shoe shops, clothing boutiques, noraebang, bars. And...
[RED_BoX]
...an adult shop. Truth be told, that's why I picked a clothing store a bit farther from the restaurant.
Gulp. Tension spikes; I swallow again. Seems like I'm nervous a lot today. But to fulfill desires, you've gotta own it. I'm a grown adult—sex shops are fair game. Yup yup.
After some self-justification, I glance around. A guy heading opposite me passes by now, casually slipping past the sign and down the basement stairs.
...Nailed it. Slipped in naturally. Down the stairs, a verifier like a kiosk awaits. I slot in my prepped ID. It does its job perfectly again. Door unlocks; I dart inside.
And there... it's like heaven.
"Whoa..."
An insanely lewd vibe hits me. I tiptoe cautiously to the front shelves. Endless women's toys: my online pink rotor, elongated vibes. Oh, that's the one for pussy and clit torment. Ooh... Ignoring the thrilling tingle, I move to the wall shelves.
Ah. Play gear zone. Black, pink, red leathers neatly hung. Furry handcuffs! Real deal. Bondage cuffs, ball gags, chastity belts from doujins. Too advanced for now. Curiosity, desire, confidence—all lacking. Someday, maybe.
Into the adjacent room: different theme. Men's stuff. 2D characters and 3D stars in lewd poses on boxes. Onaholes bundled with lube...
...No spark. Can't use 'em anymore? Still hot, though. Mood won't settle.
Out and next door...
"Whoa..."
Costumes. All ridiculously slutty. More fabric scraps than clothes. ...Buy one? From tame slutty sleep lingerie to uniforms, Santa suits. No bunny girl? Oh, cow bikini over there. Hmm... What to pick? Cosplay's iffy.
As I fantasize...
-Whirr...
"...!"
Auto-door slides open. Panic? Grab the slutty lingerie in front, stuff it in my bag. Duck into another room!
"...right? I'll pick the perfect one. You don't trust me?"
A guy on the phone enters. He probably saw me. I panicked but moved calmly...
...Now what? Buy and bounce! I hunker in the corner till his footsteps fade away. Stay cool. I'm uncomfortable with him here; he's probably the same. Just go.
I hustle to the counter. He's ignoring me, heading deeper. Quick exit.
-Swipe
One more grab! The vibe I eyed earlier—for pussy and clit. To the counter.
'Please touch the screen to use the counter.'
Why the announcement? Just quiet checkout for a sex shop.
-Beep beep
Scan, insert card. ...So pricey? Over 100,000 won vanishes. Fine. Priority: escape. He's in the onahole room, not emerging.
-Whirr
Door opens; I sprint up the stairs. Empty... right? Go go go!
"What'd you say, you punk?"
"Quit bullshitting..."
Ah. Aaa... AAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
!@##!!???!!!
Top of stairs: three high school boys right in front. Eye contact locked. The middle one's mid-sentence, freezes. Awkward air.
...Act natural. Eyes down, brisker pace, pretend nothing happened.
Soon, a conversation behind seals my mortification.
"Dude... did you see those tits?"
"Coming out of a sex shop... right?"
"Shut up, bros—she's not far."
Fuck. Kill me now. I speed-walk out the alley to the bus stop. A homeward trek full of thoughts. My face and ear tips must've been beet red. All the way.