Wearing Her Panties
Suddenly, a pair of pristine white panties appeared right in front of my eyes.
"I-I'm f-fine..."
For some reason, I instinctively pulled away from Yoon Yerin's hand. The reason was simple. As I'd said before, I had no interest in wearing that kind of underwear.
But now that I'd been caught going without any for so long, it was impossible to dodge the question of why.
"W-Well... it's u-uncomfortable, and..."
"Going without would be even more uncomfortable, don't you think?"
"A-And my skin is sensitive..."
"Actually, skipping underwear can chafe your skin. It's not hygienic either."
"No..."
She was right on every point, leaving me speechless. Just as Yerin said, there was no good reason not to wear any from the start.
B-But still, not that one...
And just like that, an unexpected battle of wills erupted.
"Why won't you wear it? It's only bad for your skin if you don't."
"W-Wearing underwear is a personal choice..."
"But when you live with someone, it's essential."
She'd cornered me from the very first exchange. It was over before a few words could even pass. Of course, this was just me being stubborn anyway.
"...At this point, it feels suspicious."
And it didn't stop there—we'd escalated to outright suspicion.
"Maybe..."
"I-I'll wear it!"
"...Pardon?"
"I'll wear it, okay...?"
That's why I blurted it out without thinking.
"...Well, I don't know why you haven't been wearing any until now."
"......"
"Here."
Yoon Yerin handed me the panties with a dubious look on her face. They were the same ones I'd averted my eyes from earlier—pure white and impossibly soft-looking, accented with a tiny ribbon.
I took them with trembling hands.
...B-But come to think of it, am I being too dramatic?
It's just underwear, and like she said, it's normal to wear it... Plus, if we're talking embarrassment, I've already done way more extreme things.
Making a fuss now would be ridiculous, right?
"...Why aren't you putting them on?"
"E-Eh, w-well..."
My self-hypnosis had barely any effect. Time dragged on with the panties still clutched in my hands.
"...Haa, this isn't working."
Yoon Yerin, who'd been watching, snatched them from my grip. She held the sides and brought them to my ankles.
"Lift your legs. I'll help you put them on."
"N-No, I c-can do it myself..."
"It's already been ten minutes."
Ten minutes—I couldn't stall any longer. Even if I knew I was the weird one here.
It felt like wearing them meant giving up something else entirely.
"...Okay."
But there was no retreating now. I had no choice but to give in.
"Just wait a moment..."
"You sure you don't want help?"
"O-Of course. I'm not a child..."
"...Then take this too."
I was on the verge of heading to my room with my monumental resolve when an even bigger hurdle appeared.
Br...
A bra. It was none other than a woman's bra.
"Our sizes are similar, so it shouldn't be uncomfortable."
"Huh???"
And she'd worn it?
"W-Wait, then these panties..."
"Yes, ones I wore."
Everything I'd just steeled myself for came crashing down. Wearing women's underwear was one thing—but Yoon Yerin's worn underwear...?
N-No, this won't do.
I backpedaled right there.
"O-On second thought, I'm fine without."
"Is it because they feel unclean?"
"No, it's not that."
"These are ones I only wore once or twice, so they should be fine."
"No..."
"I washed them thoroughly, and there are no new ones anyway."
"......"
"So, hurry up."
Yerin added that it's better to wear them for chores with all that movement. I mumbled a hesitant response.
"...C-Could I just wear the panties, then?"
"......"
Haa... Her sigh made my heart sink. Probably because I'd circled back to square one.
Hearing her sigh for the first time since the bunker entrance dredged up those memories. And just as her voice dropped coldly...
"...Lee So-yul."
Something strange happened.
"Why do you keep..."
"Eek..."
"...Lee So-yul?"
"Hic..."
Tears started streaming down my face uncontrollably.
"W-Why all of a sudden?"
I had no idea why, even by her question. My emotions had been volatile, but nothing to cry over.
Yet here I was, breaking down over having to wear women's underwear.
"C-Calm down first. I won't make you wear it..."
...Pathetic. A freeloader who couldn't even uphold her role, now crying on top of it.
Doing this in front of someone worrying about me was the worst.
"...Feeling better?"
"...Y-Yes, sorry."
Once I'd calmed a bit, an even weirder feeling washed over me. I couldn't make sense of crying like that—it felt unreal, even to me.
After bawling, I just felt like an idiot.
"...I-I'll wear it."
Out of nowhere, courage surged.
"...You sure?"
"Yes, but, um..."
Then I spotted the bra again and clammed up, thinking of an alternative.
"M-My breasts are really sensitive, so... do you have those stick-on patches...?"
Breast patches. But in a place like this...?
"Oh, nipple patches? I have plenty."
...She did?
"Th-That might work...!"
"...But they're not much help compared to a bra."
"Still, I want to get used to it first... then maybe the bra."
Yerin relented at my promise to wear the bra eventually and fetched the patches.
"...I'll be out soon."
And so, the panties and nipple patches lay before me.
Click.
"...Haa, it's just underwear. Why drag it out like this?"
Shame from my antics flooded in as I entered the room.
"Crying over something this small, even."
...Anyway, time to stop stalling. I finally started putting them on.
First, the nipple patches. I'd used them before, so no big resistance.
Riiip.
"Eep."
—Or so I thought. But sticking them on brought a new sensation. Just applying them stimulated my nipples, making them poke out more than usual.
"Still, this is... manageable."
Awkward, but not uncomfortable. Next...
"...The panties."
Yoon Yerin's worn panties... Thinking about it made me hesitate again.
A senior wearing her junior's panties? That's...
"...Stop overthinking it."
It felt like another unspeakable reason had piled up.
Shh.
After an eternity of hesitation, my foot slipped in. It slid up my legs and settled snugly against my crotch.
"......"
My first thought upon wearing panties: ...S-So damn comfortable.
I couldn't fathom why I'd skipped them this long—the comfort was unreal. Sure, something clinging right there felt weird.
But overall, incredibly cozy.
"Should've worn them sooner. What an idiot."
Knock knock.
Just then, a voice from outside asked if I was done.
"Ah, y-yes, coming out now."
Creeeak.
"...All dressed."
Stepping into the living room felt oddly tense. And sure enough, an awkward air hung between us.
"...There."
"Can I touch your pussy?"
"Y-Yes???"
"It's just... you're reacting even more than when you were bare."
"N-No way th-that's...!"
Squelch.
"Haah♡ S-Sudden♡"
What rapid-fire development was this? It was so abrupt my head spun.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Nngh♡ D-Doing whatever feels♡ so good♡"
But it was too late to refuse—we'd gone too far.
Plop.
"...Sorry. Should we stop now?"
Stop now? I-Is she teasing me...?
I answered with my eyes instead.
"...Then, just a little more."
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Haaah♡!!"
"Tell me if you hate it."
Hearing her voice like that... How could I hate it?
"N-No, eek♡ I d-don't hate it, harder♡"
Squelch!Squelch!Squelch!Squelch!Squelch!
"Aahng♡!! I-I'm cumming...♡!!!"
Thud.
Squiiirt!
"Heeeugh...♡♡♡♡♡"
The floor was a mess in seconds. Soaked in my juices, drenched in sweat and afterglow.
And on top of that... I squirted a ton earlier too...♡ ...Again.
"L-Lee So-yul? You okay? Was it too much...?"
What happened after she offered her hand was too embarrassing to recall.
She apologized repeatedly, but I was the one begging for more.
And so, the bunker's day ended with my pussy being played with nonstop.
*
Rattle, rattle.
The next day. I woke to noises from the living room.
"......"
I didn't feel like I'd slept at all. My lower body throbbed the moment my eyes opened—maybe that was why.
Or more likely, the embarrassment I'd grown numb to yesterday crashed over me at once.
...I really lost my mind.
At this point, it wasn't just Yerin's issue. Maybe I had to admit it—I was just as messed up as she was.
"...I'll own up to it, but I need to hold back a bit."
No matter how "natural" we dressed it up, excess wasn't good.
I started the day in the sports bra we'd finally settled on.
"...At least this one's okay. Won't peel off from sweat like the patches."
More importantly, 5:50 a.m. We ate late because of me yesterday, so breakfast needed to be quick.
Fully dressed in panties and all, I stepped out to find something waiting.
The source of the earlier noise.
"...Yoon Yerin?"
She wasn't there. Looked like she'd stepped out briefly, but the items before me demanded attention first.
"...W-Why are there guns laid out?"
The sheer incongruity hit me. Obviously she'd pulled them out, but the array made tension rise.
"Ah, you're up."
Yerin appeared then.
"Y-Yoon Yerin, this is..."
"I was just about to wake you."
Her face was calm despite the arsenal. Composed, like she had business with them.
But her next words made me doubt my ears.
"What did you just say...?"
Because that line was.
"I'm just stepping out for a bit."
Utterly incomprehensible.