Study Session 2
Minchan, the study group's organizer, felt his eyes light up.
He had the sudden, violent urge to smack himself for turning her down the first time Suhee's message had landed in his community inbox. Though, to be fair, there was no way he could have known. Some brand-new account of indeterminate gender, announcing itself as unemployed and asking to join a working professionals' study group?
He'd been lucky. He'd still been at the computer when her profile picture changed, and he'd grabbed the chance.
"Wow. That really suits you."
It wasn't empty flattery.
Her hair, swept to one side, seemed to catch the light and shimmer. The spotless white shirt clung to her body in a way that made looking anywhere else nearly impossible. The faint, almost-visible line of a bra beneath that thin fabric only made Minchan's pulse race harder.
And it wasn't as if her chest were small enough to ignore. The heavy mass of it strained against the shirt, pushing the buttons to a dangerous limit. For a moment he thought the shirt might simply be too small — until his gaze dropped lower and he realized that wasn't it at all.
Compared to a chest that looked ready to run out of fabric, her waist had room to spare. His eyes traced that vanishingly slender curve, and just beyond it her hips swelled against a skirt stretched taut.
"Yeah..."
The other study members, Seoho and Jeonghu, murmured as they took her in, slightly dazed.
It wasn't just the width of her hips from the front. When Suhee walked past, they stole a glance from behind — and her ass was no joke either. That round, jar-like fullness of her lower body sent a faint stir through the men's own.
And then the finishing touch: black stockings and high heels.
Even on unremarkable legs, stockings offered a bit of a slimming effect. But Suhee's legs were already in another league. Not a single line out of place, they stretched long and slim, and the stockings made them look even thinner, gleaming with a polished sheen.
When Suhee walked past, Minchan nearly reached out. Those legs, wrapped in stockings — firm-looking, yet impossibly smooth.
He swallowed.
Lewd fantasies began autoplaying in his head like a madman. Watching her feet in those heels only seemed to deepen some kind of fetish.
"Thank you. Because of me..."
"Not at all, Suhee. We just got off work anyway, so it's fine."
The men's gazes had grown a shade thicker, but Suhee paid it no mind. She'd expected as much. And being mixed in among people in business attire felt different from her student days — in a good way.
Is this what it feels like to be a working woman?
Something about being dressed the part made every glance feel more precise, more detailed.
The study session wrapped up quickly that day.
Which made sense — everyone was too busy sneaking looks at Suhee's body to concentrate. Not just Minchan, but Seoho and Jeonghu too. The other men were equally fixated on her, so of course no real studying got done.
As their gazes grew stickier, Suhee's confidence swelled. There had been a faint discomfort at first, but she found herself thinking that men really were all the same. Being office workers didn't change a thing.
She could feel it — the frequency of those furtive once-overs climbing as time passed. And once they left the study café and started walking down the street, it became completely blatant. The thick, lingering stares of men who deliberately fell behind to admire her from the back were intense.
"Whoa..."
"Insane, right?"
"No kidding. Where the hell did they even find a woman like that?"
They muttered among themselves, just out of her earshot, freely drinking in the view of her from behind. With every step, the muscles of her ass shifted faintly inside the taut skirt. She didn't sway it excessively — the natural motion alone was more than enough to stir the men.
Her slim legs rubbed together, producing the friction-whisper of stockings, and her heels clicked against the pavement. The height of those heels forced a slight tension into her legs; her Achilles tendons shortened, her calf muscles contracted, making her legs look even thinner.
For any man with a stocking fetish, that rear view alone was enough to make his cock twitch. They had too much dignity to say it out loud, but more than a few were entertaining filthy thoughts.
"Suhee, sit over here."
"Ah, thank you."
Once they arrived at the bar, the men seated Suhee on the inside. Even the simple act of her slowly sitting down and slipping off her jacket drew every eye. As she pulled one arm free, then the other, her chest pushed forward slightly, straining the buttons even more.
Those buttons, held by nothing but thin thread, somehow refused to pop — a frustrating fact that was quickly forgotten the moment the outline of her bra emerged beneath the shirt.
A gulp here and there. Nobody called anyone out for it. They were all feeling the same thing.
Suhee's mood was lifting too. Being on the receiving end of so many sticky male gazes at once was a novel experience.
One, two, three, four...
Four, five — the members easily exceeded that. As the tension drained away and instinct took over, a dirty thought flickered through Suhee's mind.
What would it feel like to be taken by several men at once?
Of course, the odds of every man in the study group going that far seemed slim. But she suddenly wanted to try seducing them. A normal person wouldn't, perhaps — but tonight, there would be alcohol.
"Whew, it's a little tight."
"Is it? Yeah, that's why we don't usually bother with ties."
"Right. It does get a bit suffocating."
After a few rounds of drinks, people loosened up. The furtive glances vanished. Now they just stared openly. Every time they raised a glass for a toast, every time they reached for a side dish, Suhee's body moved and the sensual lines beneath that suggestive shirt were put on full display — and their pupils darted to keep up.
The one disappointment was that sitting down meant they couldn't feast on those stocking-wrapped, silky legs. Though the men seated right beside her could still indulge.
They were grateful for how unguarded Suhee became the more she drank. It was all calculated on her part, but they had no way of knowing that.
Every time Suhee shifted in her seat, her skirt would ride up just a little. And between those rising hems — her thighs. Those were no joke either.
Sitting down naturally compressed the legs. Her already firm thighs were thrown into even sharper relief, swelling as if they might burst the skirt open on either side. The flawless stockings gleamed, and every time Suhee crossed her legs, even those stockings looked ready to split.
The men sitting right next to her barely needed the food. They'd mix a glass of soju and beer, take a drink, then look at Suhee's thighs. They didn't even feel drunk. Despite how much they were drinking, the way their lower bodies tingled and responded was delicious.
Suhee felt every one of those filthy stares. She wasn't drinking that much on purpose. Like them, she didn't need to get drunk — she was already sinking into those lewd gazes.
She parted her legs slightly. Intentional, but made to look unintentional. As if it had happened naturally when she leaned forward, tensing her body to reach a distant side dish.
The skirt rode up a little more, revealing a glimpse of her inner thighs. It had climbed quite a bit by now. The upper edge of her stockings peeked into view.
The men on either side of her grew restless. If they just adjusted the angle, they felt like they might actually see all the way to her inner thighs. Of course, it was dark under the table, so nothing would be truly visible — but a man's instincts didn't care about that. Inner thighs, after all, were something special even among thighs.
"Oh my, I'm sorry."
"Ah, no — it's fine."
One of the men beside her — Minchan — felt Suhee rest her hand on his thigh as if by accident, then apologize. Those long, white fingers, soft and yielding, pressed down as they passed over his thigh, and Minchan thought he might lose his mind.
The sensation of that touch through his pants was so stimulating that his body, already several mixed drinks in, began to get hard. The alcohol had stripped away any sound judgment. He should have adjusted himself, hidden the erection — but he didn't want to. He was confident in his size, and some part of him wanted Suhee to see it.
And still, he was bitterly disappointed that her hand had pulled away so quickly.
Suhee grew more and more disheveled as the night went on. The intended actions, the predicted reactions — it was all so much fun.
"Ah, it's hot."
Suhee flicked open the top button of her shirt. A hint of cleavage, there and gone.
The men's heads began to crane upward. Minchan thought he was truly lucky to be sitting next to her. The angle was perfect. From the side, you could see just a little further in.
The more unguarded Suhee became, the more valuable the adjacent seat. The white skin visible through the undone button, the slightly plump flesh leading down toward her breasts — it was enough to drive a man insane.
He swallowed.
Even the occasional glimpse of a bra strap set Minchan's heart racing. Watching Suhee laugh and play, sandwiched between Seoho and Jeonghu, stirred a strange feeling in him too. Seeing her slightly rumpled like that from a distance, rather than from the next seat over, made the desire boil even hotter.
"I'm going to the restroom for a bit."
"Ah, sure."
Minchan stood to let her out, a little disappointed. If he'd just watched a bit longer, he might have seen even further in.
He waited for Suhee to come back from the bathroom. He didn't even know where the drinks were going anymore — he just stared in the direction she'd disappeared.
"Suhee, have a drink with us too."
"Oh, shall I?"
But when Suhee returned from the restroom, she switched seats — and irritation surged through him.