Nausea and Excitement (2)
"Heehee. Excuse me~"
"No need to stand on ceremony. Make yourself at home."
Hyeonwoo oppa's officetel, filled with the scent of his cologne. The moment I stepped inside, a luxurious, sophisticated fragrance enveloped me. I noticed it every time I came over, but he really kept the place immaculate. Not a single thing out of place or scattered around—everything neatly arranged in Hyeonwoo oppa's officetel. I hadn't visited many times, but it always put me in a good mood.
"So, where should I wait? Hide in the bathroom?"
"No way! It's your place, oppa—you should be comfortable! I'll just pop into the bathroom and try it on quick."
"You sure? The bathroom's okay?"
"Of course! I don't mind at all."
"I cleaned it yesterday. Go ahead and try it on comfortably~"
Hyeonwoo oppa let out a pleased hum as he flopped back onto the bed. I bowed gratefully, gathered the clothes, and slipped into the bathroom.
Hyeonwoo oppa's bathroom was sleekly done in grays. It really did look like he'd cleaned it yesterday—spotless enough to lie down and nap in. I locked the door tight and rummaged out the new workout set.
"Hmm…"
They claimed it stretched well, but it looked a little small, making me uneasy. I double-checked the door, then carefully stripped down.
My reflection in the mirror, down to my underwear. Oh, right—wrong undies. The sports bra from today's workout was a bit sweaty. But since I was just checking the size, it should be fine, right? I fussed with my panties and bra, touched up my hair for no reason, and pulled on the leggings.
"Eek…"
A weird noise slipped out on its own. How did other girls work out in stuff like this? Luckily, the size seemed perfect. The fabric felt nice, clung just right… but the Y-zone peeking between my legs was so embarrassing. Pulling them down a bit helped, but that wasn't how they were meant to sit. The panty lines were blatantly obvious at a glance—especially around my butt.
Whatever, the size fit, so I'd worry about the embarrassment later. I tried on the crop top next.
"…"
This one clearly wasn't meant to be worn with a bra. Cleavage aside, the straps and cups were fully visible. Wrong size? It felt snug, looked off, so I ditched the bra and tried again.
Yeah, that was better. The cleavage was still mortifying, but the pads inside covered the essentials. The size felt right now. I spun in front of the mirror.
There I was, dressed like those sexy gym unnies. It was like I'd joined their ranks. Embarrassing as hell, but the more I looked, the prettier it seemed.
"Seoyeon~ You still in there?"
"Kyaa! Y-Yes…?"
"Nah, I just gotta pee bad."
I was tying my hair up, checking the mirror, when Hyeonwoo oppa suddenly said something odd.
"If you're not done, I'll use the one outside. Take your time!"
He sounded urgent. I still needed to put my underwear back on and get dressed properly… it'd take a minute. But kicking him out felt too rude. It'd be fine, right…? I hurriedly straightened my outfit in the mirror.
"Ah, no! Wait a sec…!!"
Ugh…! Screw it!
"Why? There's one downstairs in the—"
"I'm done…! You can use the bathroom…"
"Whoa."
Hyeonwoo oppa's eyes went wide as he stared at me. Not just my face—his gaze locked onto my chest, then between my legs. A wave of mortification prickled across my skin.
"O-Oppa… you said you needed the bathroom…"
"Oh, right. Sorry. Bathroom first."
"Y-Yeah…"
Hii… What the hell was this? I should've stayed inside… Way more embarrassing than I'd imagined. It felt like flashing him naked. Was there no way to fix this…? I tugged at my clothes, trying to hide the cleavage and panty lines, but it was useless. And I had no clue how to pose. Sitting felt weird, standing still felt weirder…
"Ah…!"
My bra! No good spot, so I'd left it on the toilet tank cover—he'd definitely see it. On top of this humiliating getup, my worn underwear too… My ears burned crimson.
"Phew, much better."
Hyeonwoo oppa emerged, tousling his hair. I peeked inside—yep, the bra had been moved. Oh god… A sports bra might've been less embarrassing, but that was my everyday one. Pink lace with ribbons… He'd seen it all.
"Seoyeon, sorry. Must've startled you?"
"Y-Yeah…? N-No, it's fine…"
Caught was caught, but the embarrassment lingered. I fidgeted, sneaking a hand to cover my chest and crotch. Covering it somehow made it more mortifying—like I was drawing attention to it. But I couldn't just leave it exposed… This was driving me nuts.
For now, back to the bathroom…
"Anyway, it suits you great?"
"Huh…?"
"Told ya, I got good taste."
As I tried to slip back in, Hyeonwoo oppa teased in that playful tone.
"Maybe 'cause the model's a knockout~ Picked 'em at random, but they fit like a glove!"
"I-It’s okay…?"
"You can see it yourself. Check the mirror."
The full-length mirror reflected my flushed cheeks. Exposed cleavage, breasts popping from the tight cling. Slim waist, navel. Mortifying Y-zone, subtle panty lines. Pretty? All I felt was shame.
"It's good, right?"
"Well… but it clings too much…"
"As long as it's comfy when you move. Sit down and stand up?"
I did as he said. It gripped snugly but stretched nicely—not bad at all. Still embarrassing, sure, but now I got why girls wore leggings.
"How's it feel? Comfy?"
"Yeah…"
"Perfect! Suits you, comfy—no need to exchange."
He clapped like it was settled, then sidled up behind me.
"Hmm, but one tweak."
"Wh-Why…?"
"Looks good now, but pull it up higher—way prettier. This style's meant to hit the navel."
"Ah… l-like this?"
"There ya go. See? Much better, right?"
I got the vibe, but the mirror showed something way more revealing. My crotch was fully outlined… Panties screaming obvious, mound bulging prominently. And down there too… So freaking embarrassing. Even I could see it—Hyeonwoo oppa definitely could.
"Seamless panties for leggings fix that right up."
"Kyaa! O-Oppa~! Where are you looking!!"
I clapped my hands over my crotch and dropped into a squat. My face felt like it might explode.
"Y'know, the seamless ones?"
"Oh, I know!"
"Why so shy? It's just panties."
No, it wasn't the panties just now… Ugh! Just forget it.
"I wear 'em too~ Wanna see mine?"
"Why do you keep saying weird stuff…!"
"Just talk. Going commando would be weirder."
"Ugh, seriously…!"
"Alright, alright."
Hyeonwoo oppa shrugged with that handsome grin. Whatever. His teasing actually made it feel a tad better. Anyway, I'd tried them on—time to change back quick.
"Ah, if you're worried, throw this over it."
He grabbed a shirt from the closet. He pulled me up and slipped it on me.
"How's this? Cute layered look for outside."
"…"
Oversized style, hem brushing my butt. Sleeves too long, shoulders oversized, but the vibe was pretty.
"Too big? Minjun hyung's would fit better?"
Ah, right. I'd meant to show Minjun oppa first… Kinda failed, but I'd keep it secret from him.
"Dunno… No way I'd wear this outside."
"Aw? It's cute. Wanna button it?"
Buttoned up, it had a dress vibe. Not bad.
"O~ Looking pretty good?"
Not bad, but it felt oddly off. In the mirror: Hyeonwoo oppa and me. Me, in his clothes. Standing like this, it was like… No. What was I even thinking…? Enough joking—gotta get home to oppa.
'Oppa! Mind if I go buy workout clothes with Hyeonwoo oppa today?'
'Workout clothes…?'
'Yeah! I've just been wearing the gym's freebies so far. Thought I'd grab some today! Hyeonwoo oppa said he'd help pick—whaddya think?'
Seoyeon had that expectant look. I could only nod and tell her to have fun.
Then the messages stopped. She could've updated me one way or another, but nothing. Three hours curled in the corner of the bed, tearing at my hair, staring at my phone.
"Haa…"
Hyeonwoo bragging he could go all the way. Me egging him on with my bluff. From deep in my gut, nausea surged with massive regret.
Had I said something I shouldn't? Gotten cocky for no reason? I was going insane. Biting off more than I could chew… Worthless piece of shit like me, why the hell… No, more than that—what was Seoyeon thinking? Did she like Hyeonwoo now? More than me?
"Fuck…"
And here I was, still getting hard. I smacked my throbbing, leaking dick. If only I could just be pissed… What the hell was wrong with me? My loving girlfriend out playing with another guy. Me, holed up leaking precum. Pathetic.
Truth was, I'd started this—no one to blame.
What was Seoyeon doing now…? Still shopping? Or… something else…?
*Beep beep bleep.*
I was debating calling her when the door lock chimed, and Seoyeon appeared.
"Oppa~ I'm home! A bit late, huh?"
She trotted over with that pretty smile. Seeing her eased my chest. I pulled her into a crushing hug.
"Eek, oppa…? What's this~ Missed me that much?"
"Hah, Seoyeon."
"I missed you too, so I hurried back! Taxi cost a fortune, y'know?"
"…"
"Heehee. Coming home to your hug feels so good."
Seoyeon was the same as ever. Pretty face, aegyo-laced speech, chattering voice saying she missed me. I hugged tighter, burying my face in her neck.
"Oppa oppa! Got something to show you? BRB, bathroom."
"…"
From Seoyeon… cologne. A scent that clashed oddly with her. Refined, clean, with a masculine edge. I'd smelled it before somewhere…
"Huh? Oppa~ Bathroom!"
Nausea and queasiness welled up again. With vicious arousal.