Now You're Telling Me to Wear a Skirt Too?
My mind was drained, my body worn out. Soaking in warm water hadn't been enough to wash the fatigue away completely. If I'd had my way, I would have spent the entire day just sleeping—holed up in my room, doing nothing, losing myself completely to sleep.
"Hey, aren't you coming out?"
But a voice that shattered every last scrap of that peace drilled straight into my ears.
"Haaah…"
"I said let's go."
Family trip… yeah, that was today. I had to head home with that bitch of a girl. The only silver lining was that Sarang was home too. That was my sole comfort.
"I… I'm coming, I said I'm coming…"
Thud—
I flung off the blanket covering my face, and clothes tumbled down in front of me.
"I packed the bags roughly, so just put these on for now."
"Ah…"
A short skirt that would barely cover the knees, a white shirt, and what looked like a thick sweater. On top of them sat a bra that seemed to match the panties I'd changed into earlier.
"Now you're telling me to wear a skirt too? Can't I just go like this?"
The weather had already settled into full autumn. And here I was in my pajamas. Still, I'd rather stay like this than put those things on my body.
"If you don't want to, then don't."
"……"
Looking down at me, that bitch Areum's eyes clearly said, Go ahead and try if you can. I searched for any kind of comeback to that firm declaration.
"…Haaah, fine."
My lips parted a few times. But with that reply, I clamped them shut. A strong feeling told me words wouldn't get me anywhere. So I had no choice but to quietly obey.
"Hehe…"
Ignoring the creepy smile of that bitch Areum looking down at me, I irritably yanked off my top. Then I grabbed the bra from the pile of clothes and wrapped it around my body.
"Haaah, fuck… seriously…"
The unnecessarily soft texture made my body flinch. Especially when I slipped my arms through the shoulder straps and my breasts touched the cups, an inexplicable shiver ran through me.
"……Heh."
It was even worse under that bitch Areum's gaze and her knowing little smile. Her expression looked like she was mocking me, and I felt my body shrink under it.
"Looks like you've been wearing bras regularly? You're pretty good at it."
"……"
Not many people read the entire manual when they buy a new electronic device. And after seeing bras for years—and even taking one off recently myself—putting one on couldn't be that hard. With awkward hands, I finished slipping my shoulders in and pulled the cups toward the center.
"Heup…! Kkeueut!"
Whether my breasts were too big or this damn bra was too small, they just wouldn't come together. I strained with all my might, ugly little grunts escaping me.
"Kkeung!"
"Hey, you're gonna burst them like that. Hands off."
"Heha…"
The tips of my fingers, pressed under the hooks, stung. The skin under my nails had turned red.
"Look, this is how you do it."
"Heut!"
That bitch Areum's hands grabbed the underside of my breasts and swept them up. She pushed the flesh from below and gathered it upward.
Click—
The sound of the hooks meeting rang out, and the chest that had felt so tight earlier now settled snugly into the cups with a soft chak. And this somehow comfortable feeling—the fact that I'd entrusted my body to that bitch Areum's hands—was annoying, yet a little, just a tiny bit, not entirely bad.
"…Fuck."
"Fuck?"
A sudden shitty thought hit me, and a curse slipped out without going through my brain.
"No, no! I-it tickled, heot!"
"You need a beating to feel better, huh? Huh?"
"Ahk… S-stop…"
Through the bra, that bitch Areum's large hands seized my breasts.
"That's why you pick fights and act up. While you were holed up in the corner of the room, I packed all the bags and everything myself, huh? If you've got a brain, say something."
"N-nooo… Sorry, it was a mistake, a mistake… I'm sorry…"
They say a woman's tears are a weapon. That's why I thought women were cunning. But just from having my breasts squeezed a little, tears streamed down the corners of my eyes. More than the simple pain, I felt wronged. I hadn't meant to do that—it really was a mistake…
"Haak… Heut…"
"Hands off. Or I won't let go."
"I-I let go! I said I let gooo!?"
I quickly released that bitch Areum's wrist that I'd been holding.
"Ah, why are you yelling again."
"Heu, heuu… Huuuu…"
As her hands slowly pulled away, it felt like my tightly blocked airways were opening up. The pain had been that intense, and even now my breasts throbbed.
"Arms up again."
"Ah… Okay."
"Sarang's waiting outside. Let's hurry it up, okay?"
Mentioning Sarang, that bitch Areum glared at me with sharp eyes. I didn't dare meet her gaze and slowly lowered my eyes.
Click— click—
"Uncomfortable? Try moving."
"Ah, a little uncomforta— no… It's fine, really."
"Just put the clothes on already."
I reached for the shirt on the bed. Then I slipped my arms in and sat up.
"You're wrinkling the clothes. C-can't you do it slowly but properly and quickly?"
"Heu… Got it."
I nodded, managing my expression under that bitch Areum's continuing nagging.
"Ah, but what's this…?"
It was a pair of somewhat tight-looking boxer-style panties. When I pulled them like leggings, they stretched out left and right with a zzuuk.
"They're undershorts. Don't you know?"
How would I know? Still, I knew the purpose well enough, so I stuck my legs into the undershorts.
"Haaaah…"
Then the remaining sweater and skirt. Especially staring at the skirt, all sorts of thoughts swirled through my head. I couldn't see any way out, and in a fit of pique I'd answered as if I'd wear it. But when I lifted the skirt and brought it down, I just couldn't bring myself to put my legs in.
"Hurry up and put it on. I told you she's waiting outside."
"…I could just wear pants. And it's c-cold outside."
"Hey, are we walking? We're taking the car. And sleep? Are we sleeping outside? Heh, just put it on already."
That bitch Areum's dead-serious expression twisted into a small smile. Of course it was to mess with me. And she seemed to be enjoying my fed-up reaction.
"F-fuck… Fine, I'll wear it. Wh-what's the big deal."
Rather than be toyed with like a plaything by that bitch Areum, I'd rather choose the skirt. With that resolve, I shoved my legs into the skirt.
"Heum…"
It felt weird. Even though my legs were in, the bottom felt empty. And the skirt cinching my hips and pelvis brought a discomfort I'd never felt before.
"He, hehe…"
From beside me came that bitch Areum's voice, sounding like she was laughing at me. Not wanting to play along, I put on my most nonchalant act and pulled the skirt the rest of the way up.
"Heup!"
Then I took a deep breath and gathered the hands holding the skirt in one place.
Thwak—!
"Huu… Heup!"
I barely managed to hook the skirt and took a deep breath.
Ziiiiip—
"Haaah…"
Once I fully zipped it up, I felt the tight skirt gripping my pelvis firmly. Fortunately, there was no issue with walking. The only problem was that the bottom felt a little too empty.
"…Done, right? Now, h-let's go."
"He, heheup! Kheup! Hahahahahat!!"
"…?"
Suddenly bursting into loud laughter, that bitch Areum clutched her stomach and bent over.
"He, heheut… You actually wore it… Ha, hahat… Ah, my stomach hurts."
"You, fuck… told me to wear it."
"Good job, you idiot. Hurry up and finish putting the rest on."
With a thoroughly satisfied look, that bitch Areum grabbed the sweater from the bed.
"Stick your head out."
"Ah, oh."
Ssuuk— my head popped out. I felt my long hair getting pressed between the clothes and my body.
"I'll just tie your hair, so don't touch it. It'd be weird if I had to retie it outside if it comes loose."
"…Got it."
That bitch Areum stroked my hair with a comb she'd somehow brought.
"Ah, my arms hurt. Hey, sit at the vanity over th— uh…"
Halfway turned, that bitch Areum's mouth fell open. Her gaze was fixed on the door. Goosebumps prickled my skin. I was even afraid to check why she was so shocked.
"Ah! Just now, another call came in…. They said to come… a little slowly…. Hehehit…"
Filling the room was Sarang's voice. It was clearly the same voice as yesterday. But that last little laugh wrapped me in an unpleasant, sticky unease.
"…Hey. You didn't close the door?"
"No, fuck… I was just gonna dress you and leave. If you'd gotten your ass up earlier, this wouldn't have happened."
My head filled with all sorts of thoughts. If she saw something… and if she really did see, from where had she been watching?
"Sh-should I just ask?"
"What, how."
"L-like, if she saw anything…"
"Haaah… Are you a real idiot? Just pretend you don't know. What are you gonna do if she saw, and what if she didn't? And what are we, se— mmp! Mmmp!"
The door was still half-open. It might even be audible from outside.
"Puhah! Fuck, what are you doing."
"Hey, shut up. It really carries outside."
"Ha, the bastard who wanted to do public sex is chickening out."
"Aish fuck… Hey, hurry up. Let's get out already."
I grew impatient. And the thought hit me that I needed to check what Sarang had seen.