Charles's Light Exposure Play
Ugh. I need to go for my morning workout. I was sleeping when I suddenly remembered my promise to Yeongseon, and my eyes snapped open. I hurriedly checked my phone. One in the morning. It was the middle of the night.
'Hmm... but it's a bit much to wake Charles up and head out this early, right? Leaving her behind is also out of the question. I don't have my gym clothes either, so I'll just skip the workout today.'
I sent a text saying I couldn't make it to the gym today and apologized. I was about to go back to sleep when I got an immediate reply.
Yeongseon, were you not sleeping...? Or did you wake up the moment you saw it was my text? Ignoring the scary thought, I agonized over how to reply.
It seemed like Yeongseon was trying to hold back her anger. If she got mad here, I might leave her behind in the morning after taking her to a motel with me. Wow... just imagining it makes me feel like trash...
And a long while later, a bear emoji blowing a heart came through. Aigoo. How am I supposed to reply to this? My conscience pricks at me if I send a heart back. Should I start dating Yeongseon too? What would Charles think? I was especially bothered by the three-minute delay after she said goodnight. It was so obvious she had been agonizing over whether to send it or not.
Argh, I don't know. I'll just make an excuse that I fell asleep while texting and didn't read it. Like a rabbit fleeing into its burrow, I avoided the problem. I'm going back to sleep. I'll deal with it when I see her tomorrow.
“Oppa, did you sleep well?” Charles asked, clinging to me. I had slept really comfortably for the first time in a while. Honestly, it’s really cramped for two people to sleep in the super-single bed in my studio apartment.
“I slept well—how about you, Charles?”
“Me too. Hehe. It’s nice having a big bed.”
If it’s this comfortable with just a double bed, how comfortable would a king-size be? As soon as the Pornhub revenue comes in, I want to move out first. The two-year contract for this studio is up in two months anyway. The friend who lived here before me couldn't stand living in a studio, so he passed it on to me. I shouldn't renew it either.
While rolling around in bed kissing Charles, I started to get hungry. I needed to get ready to go out.
“Want to wash up together?”
“Yes!”
We got into the same bathtub and played around, washing each other. It’s been a long time since someone washed my hair. Charles meticulously washed my body with her fingers. Especially by covering my lower body in bubbles. She kept touching strange places. Don't do that from the morning!
I tried to wash Charles’s stomach area with a bubble towel. The words 'Sexual gratification onahole' and the arrow were too explicit. Wait, um. Seeing me hesitate, Charles made a tearful face.
“Oppa... are you not going to wash it off?”
“Can’t we just leave it like this for today?”
It felt good knowing she was completely my possession. And I wanted to make her do even more embarrassing things. At my words, Charles lowered her shoulders slightly and accepted it.
“...Okay. If that’s what you want, Oppa.”
Instead, she washed my other parts thoroughly. My back, sculpted arms, armpits, groin, thighs—. When I washed her hair, Charles laughed happily. “My sister used to wash my hair when I was little. It reminds me of the old days.”
Sister. That word appears often in Charles’s speech. I’d like to meet her once. If I keep gathering magic power through Pornhub, will I be able to see her someday?
“There, done!” After finishing the shower, I wrapped her in a giant bath towel. While drying her body, Charles spread the towel to show her lower abdomen. The graffiti written on her clean skin was so unbalanced it was enough to make me erect, but I had to head out today.
It took a while to dry Charles’s hair. It’s inconvenient when hair is long. But Charles faced a dilemma while trying to put on her underwear.
“Oppa, what do I do? It’s still damp...”
Oops. I forgot about the underwear I had stuffed in Charles’s mouth yesterday. I made a troubled face and grabbed the underwear for now. Since it was what Charles was wearing when she first manifested, I couldn't throw it away! It’s incredibly sexy.
“Charles. Do you want to put on your dress first?”
Charles blushed and shouted, “Oppa, you’re planning on making me go out without underwear!”
I just looked at her with a beaming smile. Charles shuddered and put on the dress. As she did, she muttered, “Ugh—you’re so mean—the only person who would like making their girlfriend do something like this is a pervert like you, Oppa...”
Charles’s beautiful figure disappeared under the dress. While the tattoos were all covered, her violently large breasts were distinct, and the black graffiti below her stomach peeked through from time to time. But I’m the only one who knows she’s commando. It’s incredibly good. It’s especially erotic how she keeps pressing down on her groin, conscious of the lack of underwear.
I pulled the card key and walked out holding Charles’s hand. But in the hallway, Charles let go of my hand.
“Hmm? Charles. Why?”
Charles looked around and lifted the hem of her dress. As she spread it up to her stomach, Charles’s hairless white pussy and the graffiti were clearly revealed under the white fabric. Even while embarrassed, she urged me on.
“Kangmin Oppa, take the picture quickly. You’re going to make me do this anyway, so I’d rather take it quickly where there are no people.”
Hmm—I hadn't planned on that. But I liked this attitude of Charles. I took a photo with the hallway as the background. An outdoor exposure shot showing off a pussy that looked like it would be uploaded to Soranet. The tightly closed white pussy was the highlight.
A shutter sound rang out. Now, a photo of the lewd Charles would remain forever. I was thinking about uploading it to Twitter or somewhere similar, but Charles lowered her hand. There were still photos left to take.
“Charles. Don’t lower it. Use your mouth to hold the front hem. Put your hands behind your back.”
Even while blushing to her ears, Charles faithfully followed the command. Not being able to use her hands, she looked just like a pet. With no will of her own, obeying her master’s command.
I took more photos, and unable to hold back, I approached and stroked her pussy with my finger. Charles let out a “hick” and pulled her waist back.
“Charles. Push your waist forward.”
Charles bit down harder on the dress hem and brought her pussy in front of my hand to make it easier to touch. I stroked her clitoris gently and whispered in her ear.
“It feels good to have your pussy touched in a place where others might see, doesn't it?”
Her eyes closed tightly in shame, but she nodded. I don't know if it really feels good, or if she’s just saying that because it excites me. But either way, it’s enjoyable—
Clack. I heard the sound of a door opening. Both of us were startled and corrected our posture. They couldn't have seen the dress hem falling, right?
The man who came out first looked at us standing in the hallway suspiciously, but fortunately, it didn't seem like we were caught. Heart pounding, we scurried away to the elevator.
“We almost got caught...”
“Ugh... Oppa, you’re bad...”
To make matters worse, the elevator was slow, so we ended up riding with the couple who had just come out. Charles stood in an awkward position, pulling her waist back so the dress wouldn't cling to her body. But the thin dress inevitably clung, peeking at the black graffiti. The man riding with us glanced at it and swallowed hard. He had already been drawn to Charles’s figure, and now he had noticed the graffiti on her stomach.
He was glancing like a flounder, and I could hear the sound of the woman riding with him grinding her teeth. She knew where her boyfriend’s gaze was directed. The man tried to look forward, acting as if nothing happened, but it was already too late. When we arrived at the first floor, the girlfriend unlinked her arms and walked away, clicking her heels.
We blushed and hurriedly exited through a different passageway. I could hear them fighting behind us.
“Hey, your eyes were literally rolling back, you fucking asshole! Do you like big breasts that much? Huh? You crazy bastard. It’s disgusting, really. Well, they are really nice, though.”
“Honey. It’s not like that. I told you, there was graffiti written all over that woman’s stomach! Listen to me! That’s why I was looking—”
A crisp slapping sound was heard. We hurriedly ran away and came to a bone hangover soup restaurant. Someone said that after a motel, it’s bone hangover soup. Charles sat in the restaurant, glancing around repeatedly and fidgeting in her seat. While doing so, she pressed down hard on my foot under the table. Her eyes were filled with resentment.
“Making your girlfriend do something like this... does it feel good—?”
Well, I do it because it’s exciting. I deboned the soup and put it on Charles’s plate, then asked what she was going to do today.
“Hmm. I’m meeting Yuda-unnie. She told me to come without you, Oppa.”
She said that while munching on the meat. Well. Maybe there’s something women need to talk about. Charles laughed happily as if the food suited her taste. Even so, her foot was still pressing down on the top of my foot. How cute.
“Then I’ll go home and wait. Go meet her~”
“You’re telling me to go meet Yuda-unnie like this?”
Charles glared at me coyly. Without underwear, and with strange graffiti on her stomach—? I laughed and nodded. Charles let out a deep sigh and touched her lower abdomen.
“I might get wet... you’re bad.”
Somehow, it seems like the play hasn't changed even after becoming a girlfriend. But it’s a relief that I can see Charles is at ease. I added with a smile,
“Make sure to record it too—”
“Yuda-unnie. Have you been well?” Charles, who had been waiting first, welcomed Yuda happily. Yuda also smiled softly and sat down.
“I’ve been well. Does the tattooed area itch at all?”
“It’s great! It’s really pretty. Kangmin Oppa likes it too.” Charles laughed bashfully. Seeing that, Yuda asked curiously, “Did something good happen? You look like you’re in a really good mood.”
“Just, you know... hehe...” There was no need to brag that she had become a real couple with Kangmin Oppa! Charles laughed and brushed it off.
“More than that, Unnie. Why did you call me?”
Then Yuda hesitated, and with her ears turning red, she said, “You see, I... want to sleep with Kangmin...”
It’s about time for that... Charles sipped her coffee and looked at Yuda. Since she had made Kangmin appear in her dreams often, the bait was being taken.
'I wonder if I’m digging my own grave. But the real girlfriend is me!' Charles thought as she brought it up.
“In what way, and where do you want to sleep, Unnie? I’ll do my best to help you!”
Then Yuda hesitated and dropped a bombshell.
“I want you to join us too, Charles...”
“Ehhhh??????”
My first experience, with me... in a 3P? Charles clutched her dizzy head.