Chapter 5
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 5
Chapter Title: Exhibitionist Repeater Student Ryu Sia (Part 2)
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It was a road she usually walked without a second thought.
A shopping mall not too far away, with a movie theater inside. A familiar spot she often visited with friends for shopping or some cultural fun.
But today, the path leading there felt entirely different.
"I must be crazy... Ryu Sia..."
The brightness of the streetlights, which she never noticed before, stood out vividly now.
Under the white glow, she feared her skin might peek through the single layer of thin polyester fiber.
Those passersby she normally ignored—she dreaded they might look at her.
No, what she truly feared was getting caught. As long as she wasn't found out... it would be fine.
"With this mask on, they won't know it's me..."
If anything, it even felt a little exciting...
"I'm insane... really...!"
The dangerous thrill of not knowing when she might be exposed sent chills of pleasure through her.
She'd always enjoyed the men's gazes following her on walks, but today was something special.
The thought that one of those stares might notice her lewd outfit made her dizzy with thrill.
"Hah... I need to watch the movie and get back quick..."
She hurried toward the theater in quick little steps, but as she moved from the residential area to the main street, the crowds only grew thicker.
"Ugh... what do I do... ♥"
It felt like stares were piercing her from all sides, scanning her figure and making her flinch.
"They absolutely won't notice... no way..." She quickened her pace to the theater.
Running would make her overly aggressive chest bounce draw massive attention.
The building's interior was blindingly bright when she arrived. Her pink areolas, slightly different in shade from her outfit, might be visible if anyone looked closely.
"Hnnngh... at this rate, if they stare hard enough, it'll be obvious..."
That wouldn't do. She hadn't skipped underwear out of some weird expectation—it was just that no bra matched her outfit.
She hated how black lingerie would stand out under the sexy clothes, so she'd gone without. Nothing more to it.
So why was she expecting something now?
"...Better take the elevator and hurry up."
The theater was on the 12th floor. Being a late-night weekday, she might get lucky and ride alone.
"Thank goodness... in this tiny space with someone else... I'd be busted for sure... ♥"
Ding—the elevator doors slid open slowly. Thankfully, it was empty.
Large mirrors adorned both side walls of the cramped space. Only then could she see her own state clearly.
"Ugh... since when did these stick out like this...?"
The beige see-through top clung tightly to her body—not an overly flashy choice.
From afar, it looked like a fitted knit over long black jeans, covering plenty.
Only by staring intently would anyone realize it was just one thin polyester layer wrapping her form.
Or so she'd thought. But her body betrayed her expectations brazenly.
Instead of hugging her supple curves, her breasts propped up the fabric at the nipples, proudly advertising her arousal.
"Why is this happening... ♥ Please go down... ♥ Can't get caught... ♥"
Against her desperate pleas, the fear of exposure only hardened her nipples more.
"Have I been walking around like this the whole time?"
They stiffened further, signaling her mounting excitement.
The short time after the "Doors closing" announcement felt eternally long.
"Please, no one get on... ♥ Please... ♥ Please... ♥"
Then a hand shot out, blocking the doors.
"Eek!" She yelped oddly, frozen in indecision—cover her chest and look suspicious, or not and risk the same? She ended up in an awkward at-attention stance.
"Sorry." The man on his phone glanced at her, pressed the 11th floor button, and dove back into his game.
"What? He doesn't even care?" Despite her goal of not getting caught, his indifference irked her.
It drowned out all thoughts of staying hidden.
"More interesting than your phone game right behind you..." She straightened up and stretched languidly.
"Hng, feeling kinda stiff today... ♥" Her not-so-quiet voice filled the elevator deliberately.
"...Fingers stopped." A peek showed his game frozen—his manipulating fingers had halted.
His gaze fixed on her chest via the mirror, pupils shaking in disbelief.
Chills prickled down her spine.
"Haa... ♥ He noticed... ♥" Those sneaky glances at her chest through the mirror brought dizzying pleasure.
"Can't keep it together... hehe... ♥"
She stretched her left arm across to the right, pressing it down with her right arm.
The pressure on her upper breast made one nipple pop out cutely for him to see.
"Haa... ♥ He's staring... ♥ Staring like crazy... ♥" The man who'd been glued to his phone now eyed her chest sidelong, devouring it.
That lust-filled gaze made her feel utterly lewd.
"Hnnngh... ♥ Dangerous... ♥ This... ♥ Might become a habit... ♥"
At the 11th floor, he hesitated, then stumbled out awkwardly and vanished.
"Hehe... he got hard... because of me... ♥"
The suggestions implanted during her "hypnosis session" were steadily corroding her mind.
Erasing any regret for her impulsive acts, driving her to indulge in destructive pleasure.
Ryu Sia couldn't focus on the movie. The earlier pleasure floated hazily around her head.
The thrill of possible exposure, and the ecstasy when it happened, melted her brain.
Maybe that's why, in the dark theater's back row, she decided on another deviance.
Boom—the screen's car exploded. The intense action noise drowned out her slight pants-lowering rustle.
And her shallow moans too.
"...Hnnngh..." Her stifled moan blended into the grand soundtrack.
"Ahh... everyone's focused on the movie, but I'm... here... doing this... ♥"
Her honey-slick labia welcomed her fingers stickily. Every screen flash tensed her body—what if someone turned?
"...Hng!" Covering her mouth with one hand, she still flinched at each glow, her pussy nibbling sensitively at her gnawed fingers.
"Ahh... ♥ This thrill... ♥ The best... ♥"
A second finger, forced in by excitement, rubbed against the first for an oddly familiar pleasure.
"Eek... ♥ Me... ♥ Two fingers for the first time...? ♥ Why...? ♥"
The brief doubt vanished under crashing waves of pleasure. Her thumb grazed her clit.
The winding walls clung greedily to her fingers.
"Nng... ♥ Nng... ♥ Don't know... ♥ Now... ♥ Ah... ♥ Cumming... ♥"
At the movie's climax, Ryu Sia peaked quietly too. She bit her inserted fingers to muffle her moans.
Inside the mask, her hot breath dampened it, making breathing hard.
Pants half-down, slumped low with legs twisted tight, she recovered from the aftershocks.
"Haa... ♥ What... ♥ Do I do... ♥" She knew she was addicted to this dangerous pleasure, yet felt deeply satisfied.
And a bit unfulfilled. No one noticing felt inexplicably disappointing.
"Hoo... what now... ♥ Am I set on ruining my life...? ♥"
At this rate, it'd end in disaster. She feared it, yet anticipated her own downfall with goosebumps.
"My head's messed up from stress... Gotta get home and see the counselor..."
With the teacher's advice, she could fix this weird mindset.
Embarrassing to admit, but her trust in him was unshakable.
Legs still trembling till the end credits, she finally steadied them and reached the elevator.
A simple A4 paper reading [UNDER REPAIR] foretold her ordeal.
"Ahh...!" From 12th to 1st floor on the escalator, countless eyes would ogle her.
And someone—someone would recognize her. The pervert strutting braless with perky nipples.
"What do I do... ♥ Really... ♥" With chilling anticipation, she pulled her cap low and rode naturally.
"Stay calm... they won't notice... ♥" The saying "people ignore others" didn't apply to her figure.
Floor by floor, she endured trailing stares, lust-glazed eyes, murmurs in her wake.
From "What did I just see?" bewilderment,
To silent, flustered stares,
To lecherous up-down scans...
Thirteen times over.
Home at last, she flung herself onto the bed.
"Aaaah! I'm crazy!" Legs kicking wildly, but today's memories wouldn't fade.
"Ah... so humiliating..." Her reason painfully rejected the shame.
Always proud, chaste, wise—that her now seemed mortifying.
Parading lewdly for all to see!
"Insane...! Insane... insane... ♥ Really..."
Against her reason, her senses turned the shame into pleasure's spice.
"Ahh... ♥ Chilling... ♥" Her breasts now poked obviously, proudly pink and vulgar.
"Never again... pro... bably..." Her unconvincing mutter trailed off mid-sentence.
She couldn't grasp this sudden mad desire.
"Haa... seriously... weird... ♥" Counseling was needed. No—mandatory.
The teacher would fix it.
Her faith near religious, yet it felt normal.
He'd made her tough times joyful before.
"He'll handle it anyway... so before that, just once..."
She rationalized her perversion as a fleeting lapse, soon resolved, then replayed the day while masturbating.
So humiliating, so shameful, so thrilling—those memories.
"Just once... ♥"
And so, Ryu Sia diligently trained herself again today...