Condom Skirt
“Haa… so that was the last condom?”
Eun-a breathed the words out in a dazed, lingering sigh.
Pinned beneath her, I could only manage a weak nod.
She pressed a soft kiss to the nape of my neck, then slowly pushed herself up.
“Haaaah…”
The moment her weight lifted, every ounce of tension drained from my body. A pleasant, bone-deep exhaustion melted through me, turning my limbs to liquid.
Eun-a, who had just finished using my body like a living onahole and pouring load after load into me, savored the aftershocks of her orgasm as she carefully withdrew her cock.
Schluuuuurp…
She pinched the tip of the condom so it wouldn’t slip off and pulled it free along with her. Even after her cock had fully slid out, it still took a while to extract the ballooned, overstuffed condom.
With my head hanging limply over the edge of the desk, I looked down and saw the condom dangling heavily, stretched long and fat with cum.
“You really unloaded for the finale, huh?”
“…Yeah.”
When Eun-a tied it off, I gestured for her to hand it over.
“All of them.”
“All of them?”
I wiggled my fingers impatiently until she gathered every condom she’d stacked on top of her ass and passed them to me. Her ass was so big that they’d all sat there without a single one falling off.
“Whoa… these are seriously heavy.”
How many grams was this even? Just cum, and it already felt this substantial.
Both of us could pump out ridiculous amounts of fluid—cum or juices—without ever running dry, and somehow that still felt weirdly miraculous.
“Mmm…”
Ending it here felt a little incomplete.
I lifted the cluster of condoms close to my face and snapped a selfie. Maybe stick my tongue out a little?
“What are you doing, sunbae…?”
“Making memories?”
It was our first outdoor sex, after all. Seeing the cum that usually painted every inch of my body neatly trapped inside condoms felt strangely novel.
“……”
While I took the photo, Eun-a just stared at me with a blank, dazed expression.
“What’s wrong? Still not enough?”
“No, it’s just… I never thought we’d end up doing it at school. Outside.”
Ah. A little post-nut clarity hitting her.
“You shoved it into my pussy the second we got here, and now you’re getting shy?”
I sat up, patted her shoulder, and laughed. Eun-a narrowed her eyes and glared, but what could she do? The one who’d fallen for the pussy temptation was her.
She knew it too. After a short sigh she simply pulled me into a tight hug.
“…Still. What if someone had come looking for us while I was gone?”
“Then I guess I’d just become the school’s official pervert. No big deal.”
“……”
“Joke, joke. Eun-a, I can’t breathe… kuhhh…”
She crushed me against her like she meant to snap me in half. Even breathing became a struggle; I frantically tapped out, but she only tightened her arms harder—like a snake coiling around its prey and squeezing the life out of it.
“I-I’m sorry… I’ll be more careful, okay…?”
“Seriously, you have zero caution. This building’s packed even during break.”
“Ehehe… Everyone sticks to the library floors anyway. Nobody comes all the way up here. Even during the semester almost no one uses this place.”
The first floor and basement were the library, the second floor was the café run by the culinary department, the third and fourth floors held the audiovisual materials room, and this top floor was basically a study hall. But with no elevator and the library seats so well managed, almost no one bothered climbing up here.
“…What if they heard everything?”
“Come on, we’re on the fifth floor. Worry about that later—let’s clean up first.”
“…Why are you hanging those on your panties?”
“We have to take the condoms with us. What are you talking about? Dumping them here would be way worse.”
“That’s not what I meant…”
I gave her a cheerful thumbs-up. Eun-a pressed a hand to her forehead.
Leaving her like that, I tied the condoms one by one to my panties and straightened the straps of my rumpled camisole.
“Oh… they’re so heavy my panties are about to slide right off.”
“Then just untie them…”
“Nah, this is great. Condom skirt.”
“…Absolutely not.”
“You say that, but your cock’s already trying to stand up again.”
I pointed at her lower half with a finger. Eun-a whipped around and hurriedly pulled on her panties and skirt. When I let out a small laugh she tried to shove me with her ass; I dodged easily and adjusted the short skirt so the dangling condoms stayed hidden underneath.
“Do you really have to walk around like that?”
“Relax, relax. I brought the car.”
“That’s its own problem… What if they burst?”
“There are tons of towels in the car. We’ll just lay those down.”
“Sunbae, that’s my car.”
“And whose is Eun-a?”
“…Sunbae’s.”
“Then whose is Eun-a’s car?”
“That’s mine.”
“Aww.”
I tried the miraculous three-step logic, but it didn’t work on her. Eun-a really was pure T through and through.
Not that I wanted cum all over the car either. We’d just clean up before getting in.
“I’ll grab a rag from the bathroom.”
“Okay.”
After we finished cleaning, we gathered our things and headed down the stairs. All that sex had left me sweaty enough that the camisole had gone semi-transparent.
“Good thing I brought a cardigan.”
“Aren’t you hot?”
“It’s a summer one, so it’s fine.”
The inside was still warm and damp and a little gross, but after the heat of sex, the air actually felt cooler now.
“Oh… ohhh…”
“What?”
“Every time I take a step my panties slip lower.”
The majesty of gravity… and the majesty of Eun-a’s cock for pumping out this much cum… Truly one of life’s great mysteries.
I hiked my panties back up. Eun-a checked the CCTV angles and positioned herself so my lower half stayed blocked from view.
We carefully made it down to the second floor, where people finally started appearing. The café wasn’t open for the break, but the terrace and tables were free to use, so quite a few students were sitting around with coffee or lunch they’d brought from outside.
“Hey! Yu Gaeul~!”
“Oh, hey!”
A familiar face stood up from a distant table and waved. Eun-a looked ready to drag me straight to the car, but… heh. Not a chance.
I linked arms with her and stepped out onto the terrace. Eun-a glanced around nervously.
“Hi~ What brings you to school?”
The girl who used to be a friend of the opposite sex—and was now a same-sex friend—greeted us cheerfully.
“Came to see my girlfriend.”
I tightened my arm around Eun-a’s, showing her off. Eun-a shot me a brief look of embarrassment and discomfort, then smoothed her expression and bowed politely.
“Hello…”
“Hello~ I’ve heard so much about you from Gaeul.”
“She really has talked about you a lot.”
“To the point of being annoying.”
I’d leaned on her heavily when I first met Eun-a. Back then I had zero idea what girls liked, so I’d asked this relatively close friend all sorts of questions. She had a bold—no, a pretty gutsy—personality, so I’d figured our tastes would be similar. She was easygoing enough that asking her felt comfortable too.
“Come on, both of you sit. I made cookies—let’s eat together.”
“Ah, we’re actually kind of in a hurry—”
“We’ll gladly have some.”
Eun-a cut off my refusal and plopped right down. I blanked for a second at how proactive she was being, but both of them were staring at me, so I hurriedly took a seat as well.
What’s gotten into her?
Eun-a was usually so strongly introverted that even meeting my friends made her uncomfortable; she never hung out like this. I’d planned on a quick greeting and then leaving… Was this revenge? Making me talk to a friend while wearing a condom skirt, just to watch me squirm in that perverted situation?
Hah… underestimating me like that.
As if something this minor would make me flustered.
“Hmm? Is it just me, or is there a really strong sweet smell?”
The moment I sat down, Seo-yeon started sniffing the air and looking around.
“I knocked over a perfume bottle upstairs earlier.”
I fluttered the paper bag stuffed with towels and my cardigan, flashing the slightly damp camisole underneath. Seo-yeon nodded, accepting the explanation.
“Ah, sorry for holding you up then.”
“It’s fine except for feeling sticky. Is the smell that bad?”
“Mmm… kind of like flowers and fruit all mixed together randomly? It’s so strong it almost numbs your nose a little… but it smells amazing. What brand is it?”
“No idea? Eun-a gave it to me as a gift.”
I delivered the lie smoothly, without a single hitch. Eun-a looked briefly flustered at the counterattack, then calmly joined in.
“…I ordered it specially from a perfumer I know, so there’s no brand.”
“Ahh… too bad. It smells incredible.”
Watching my friend inhale the mixed scent of Eun-a’s cum and my juices made me feel a little guilty for the dirty trick.
“Hey, stop sniffing.”
“Sorry, sorry. Here—cookies as an apology.”
“She’s a baking major, so they’re really good. But what about you? Why’d you come to school? You don’t even do club activities.”
“Just… I was kind of restless and started baking, then I made way too much. Felt wasteful to eat it all alone, so I’ve been meeting friends and handing them out.”
“Ah. Dumping leftovers.”
“Sunbae.”
“Haha, but I’m right though.”
“Ah… you can speak comfortably. You’re the sunbae, after all.”
Eun-a smiled gently as she said it. Seo-yeon’s eyes widened for a moment, then she smiled back.
“Thanks. …While we’re at it, can I get your number too? I’ve heard so much about you from Gaeul that I wanted to get closer myself.”
“Hey. Don’t hit on my girlfriend.”
I grumbled while chomping on a cookie. Seo-yeon just smirked, corners of her mouth curling up.
“Seeing you jealous makes me want her number even more.”
“Here you go.”
Before I could say another word, Eun-a quickly typed her number into Seo-yeon’s phone.
Watching her actively try to connect with someone else made me proud… and the fact that the someone else was a girl made me a tiny bit jealous. What do you even call this complicated feeling?
Well, nothing shady was ever going to happen, so I could just pure-heartedly celebrate her growth.
As a reward I fed Eun-a a cookie—dodging her hand when she tried to take it and stuffing it straight into her mouth.
“I really envy how you two don’t hold back on the PDA in front of people.”
Seo-yeon crossed her arms and watched us closely. Eun-a turned her head, a little embarrassed—only to lock eyes with students at the next table, forcing her to look forward again.
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“I want to be all lovey-dovey with my boyfriend too, but he’s completely hopeless at that stuff…”
“Wait, what? You have a boyfriend? Since when?”
“You didn’t know?”
“How would I know if you never told me?”
“I thought Won-jun already told you.”
Seo-yeon answered a little shyly, twirling the tip of her hair.
Wait.
Won-jun… that guy.
The Bitic guy…
“I heard he was dating someone… I just didn’t know it was you…”
“I wish he had even half your confidence.”
“So… how did you two end up together?”
The surprise was real, but the idea of two of my friends dating had me buzzing with curiosity.
My heart went thump-thump.
“…Tsk. Not sure if I should even say this.”
“Why? What is it? Come on, spill.”
Eun-a pretended to be uninterested while chewing her cookie, but her ears were clearly perked and locked onto the story.
“I was comforting him after he heard you got a girlfriend and basically wanted to die… and that’s how we started dating.”
…Huh?