The Exhibitionist Pervert
After our bout of fevered fucking came to an end, Ms. Eunmi lay panting on my bed, my cum leaking out of her pussy and soaking into the covers.
Leaving her where she was, I pulled a bottle of water from the fridge and chugged straight from it, gulping greedily. Outside, it had already gone dark.
"Haah... Team Leader... water for me too..."
She had only just managed to sit up and reach a hand out to me, so I passed her the bottle. Cradling it in both hands, she drank.
Once the sex was out of the way, hunger came creeping in.
"What do you want to eat?"
"Is there anything good around here?"
"Delivery food, what else."
I opened the delivery app on my phone and started searching. She picked up her own phone and browsed through the food options as well.
"Pizza?"
"Yes, I love pizza."
Pizza it was, then, and I began comparing shops. The economy must really be in bad shape, because the delivery fees were outrageous across the board — even places practically next door demanded at least 3,000 won as a baseline, and the few that waived the fee turned out to be pay-on-delivery only.
"Cheaper to just go pick it up. This place isn't even far."
I settled on one shop, chose in-person pickup, and paid. It sat in the market district about five minutes from my place, and judging by the notification that arrived saying my order would be ready within fifteen minutes, the pizza was nothing more than a frozen one reheated in an oven.
And then a wonderful idea popped into my head.
I threw on my everyday clothes from the hanger and started rummaging through the drawers.
"What are you doing?"
Ms. Eunmi asked, puzzled by my behavior.
"We're going to pick up the food together."
"Aren't you going alone, Team Leader?"
"Where does it say the owner goes out while some guest sits alone in his house? You're coming. Here, put this on."
I pulled out the garment I'd fished from the corner of the closet and held it out to her.
I'd ordered it from a Chinese shopping site about a month back — a white short-sleeved T-shirt meant to be worn in place of underwear, but unlike what the ads promised, it was completely unwearable.
It was thin, for one, and the fit itself was bizarre.
The shoulders were cut wide while the body was tiny, so it would never go over a man's frame. I could have forced it on, but it clung so tight that one wrong move felt like it would tear the thing to shreds.
On top of that it was absurdly long — for a T-shirt, anyway — long enough to cover all the way down to my ass. A strange piece of clothing, that.
Calling it a T-shirt was a stretch; it was closer to a dress.
At roughly a thousand won a pop, I'd written it off as money burned, shoved it deep into the closet, and figured I'd use it as a rag someday.
"Why do you have women's clothes?"
Taking it from me, Ms. Eunmi had no idea at first that it was a man's T-shirt. She turned the thing over front and back, taking it for some comfortable little dress.
"Wait — this is a T-shirt?!"
The moment she caught on, she recoiled in horror.
"I'll just wear my own clothes."
"Wear that."
"No."
"I said put it on."
"And I said no."
The standoff dragged on for a while — until I sprayed her dress and bra, sitting stripped in the bathroom, with the shower head. That ended the argument.
She glared daggers at me, but I played it cool, tossing her clothes into the dryer and remarking that they'd need at least an hour to dry.
And so she was left without options.
"Then at least give me a tank top or something."
That much I could concede, so I handed her one of my undershirts to layer underneath.
My Chinese T-shirt proved me right. On her, it fit like a made-to-order cotton dress. A skin-tight mini dress, no less.
The shoulders and sleeves hung loose, so whenever she lifted an arm, the gap gave a clear view straight down to where her armpit met her breast.
Yet the body of the shirt was small enough to cling tight to her chest, her waist, her hips, laying every line of her figure bare. And sheer on top of that — even with my tank top layered beneath, her nipples stood out unmistakably.
"What am I supposed to do with this..."
She studied herself in the mirror, her face crumpling like she was about to cry.
"You look fine. MILFs these days all dress like that anyway."
"No... you can see my nipples right through it."
"That's just because my room's bright. It's night out there — nobody will see a thing. Come on, the pizza must be ready by now."
And I dragged her along whether she liked it or not.
Out in the alley, Ms. Eunmi looked every inch the new-town MILF. No — more like the hooker version of that girl-group idol who once broke into some rapper's house.
The moon had yet to rise and the sky hung black, but the downtown alleys and streets glowed under the streetlights, and beneath them her silhouette — strappy heels, a white cotton mini dress, or rather nothing but a white cotton T-shirt — looked exactly like a prostitute out trolling the night streets for men.
Every step she took rolled the cotton up on itself, so she'd walk a few paces and then tug it back down, over and over. Worse, the thin fabric threw the outline of her protruding nipples into sharp relief, the dark of her areolas and tips plainly on display.
With no panties on, the bounce of her ass carried into each stride, and the hem that barely covered it crept a little higher along that curve every time she moved.
We left the alley and came out onto the shop-lined street, where a crowd of high school boys was spilling out of evening cram school.
At the sight of them, Ms. Eunmi faltered, then slipped cautiously in behind me and crept along in my shadow.
The boys were raucously joking among themselves as they waited for the crosswalk light when one of them glanced our way. He froze at the sight of Ms. Eunmi's outfit, then shot his friends a subtle look. The moment they turned to us—
I stepped several paces sideways, right out of the way.
And there stood Ms. Eunmi before the boys' eyes, exposed in nothing but that clinging white T-shirt. Their eyes went round as saucers.
Heh heh heh... They could see it too, surely — her dark areolas and her stiff nipples jutting right through the fabric.
The instant her shield vanished and every gaze converged on her, Ms. Eunmi startled and scampered back toward me.
Under all those eyes she hadn't had a second to pull down the hem riding up over her ass — and at the very moment she dove behind me—
the boys saw all of it: the bare side profile of Ms. Eunmi's ass, only half-hidden by the shirt.
Having caught that half-naked glimpse of her, the boys went speechless, mouths hanging wide open.
She cowered behind me, shoving at me to hurry my steps along. Driven forward by her insistence, I glanced back at the boys, whose eyes darted between my face and her body, and flashed them a big grin.
One of them, still unable to close his mouth, raised a thumb in my direction. Grinning, I gave him a thumb back, wrapped one arm around Ms. Eunmi's waist, and walked on.
Consider it fan service.
Following her fleeing pull on my arm, I brought the hand at her waist down to the hem of the T-shirt, caught it, and lifted — nice and sneaky.
To the boys, it was the moment Ms. Eunmi's ass was laid bare in its entirety.
She gasped, seized the shirt, yanked it down, and bolted off alone down the street.
"Holy shit! Did you see that?!"
"That was fucking insane!"
"Fucking pervert bitch!"
"Whoa... thought I was watching porn for a sec."
Leaving the boys' voices behind, I quickened my pace after her.
Ms. Eunmi had tucked herself into the darkness of a stairwell entrance in an unlit building, near the pizza shop.
"This is all because of you, Team Leader! Ha... sh... shit, that was so embarrassing... Why did you have to flip my clothes up at the end?!"
"Heh... Why not? It gives those poor study-worn kids a little energy boost. Everybody wins, don't they?"
"Ha! Unbelievable... just you wait...!"
She looked ready to explode. Paying her fury no mind, I pushed her back against the wall, slid my hand beneath the T-shirt, and brought it between her thighs.
"What's the matter? Angry? Then why is it so dripping wet down here, hmm?"
Her crotch was soaked through. As I rubbed her pussy slit with my fingers, her juices smeared sticky against my hand.
I thrust that juice-slick hand up in front of her face and pressed my fingers together, then apart. Her arousal strung between them, clinging with a wet, squelching sound.
Caught — her pussy running wet from this very act of exposure — Ms. Eunmi hung her head, unable to say a word.
Even there in the dark, I could feel the heat of her burning red face.
"Heh heh. Time to admit it and make this easy on both of us, okay? It was true with the vibrating egg last time. It was true on your way over to my place today. And it's true right now... You, Ms. Eunmi, are a pervert who loves exposure. Got it? All I did was help you discover what was already there."
She had nothing to say to that.
"Understood? Then let's hurry and grab that pizza. The faster we pick it up, the sooner I can give you that hard pounding you love so much."
Taking her hand, I led her out of the building, and she fell in behind me, meek as a lamb. When she kept trying to shield her chest with her forearm, I stopped her.
"Don't cover up. Put on a good show for the people. That's what gets a filthy pervert like you so worked up your juices come dripping out — isn't that right? And if you behave, I'll bury my cock in you the second we get home."
I whispered it at her ear, low and firm. Red-faced, Ms. Eunmi gave the tiniest nod.