The Perverted Shopping Trip
"Yerim-noona, you look seriously sexy."
However, she seemed unaccustomed to the short dress, twisting her body and avoiding my gaze. When I complimented her, she glared at me with narrowed, axe-like eyes. "Hey, you... putting me in such a lewd outfit... are you a pervert?"
"You wear clothes with more exposure than this every day. Why are you like this?"
Even if you combined the surface area of her bike shorts and sports bras, it would be far less than this dress. But Yerim-noona didn't seem to think so. "That’s different because those are clothes for working out!"
She walks around with her belly button fully exposed on a daily basis, yet putting her in a short dress makes her so shy she doesn't know what to do with herself. She was so active when wearing leggings that showed off her camel toe, but she’s incredibly embarrassed by a dress of a similar length. It must be because she isn't used to skirts, but I loved that gap in her personality.
"People wear dresses as everyday clothes, you know?"
Though, she was wearing one two sizes too big. If I were to take a picture of her in this dress and post it online, it would fit perfectly under the category of "HostessFashion.jpg." It would be closer to a "MajorTurnOn" than a "HiddenTurnOn."
To my argument, Yerim-noona just wrapped her arms around herself and hissed. Wanting to tease her a bit more, I glanced at the part-timer. The fitting room was in a corner, so it wasn't visible from the counter. The CCTV... well, it existed, but if I blocked the view with my body, it wouldn't be seen. I stepped closer to her and whispered, "Noona, what color is your underwear today?"
Whoosh. Her ears turned bright red instantly. She checked to see if the counter was watching, then pressed herself against me and whispered, "I-it's black."
"Can you show me?"
She bit her lip in humiliation, but I could see she was insanely aroused by the look on her face. Noona grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it slowly. The dress rolled up, revealing her panties. Her breathing grew ragged as she took a pose to show off her lewd underwear. It was a black lace thong, different from the white string panties she’d worn with the garter belt last time. The crotch area was only about two finger-widths wide. But... strangely, the color was dark. Could it be?
I leaned in and brushed my middle finger against her panties, and Yerim-noona let out a small, sharp gasp, her waist trembling. My finger came away coated in sticky arousal fluid.
"Noona, why are you so wet?"
Yerim-noona looked at me with an expression like she was about to cry. "I can't help it... just holding hands with you makes me like this...♥"
Hmm, I feel so proud. To think she gets this wet just from holding my hand. So that’s why it took so long to change clothes? She must have been in trouble because her panties were sticking to the dress. It looked like she had been trying hard not to leave wet spots on the fabric.
Yerim-noona stole another glance at the counter and whispered to me, "That's not all..."
Yerim-noona hiked the dress up even higher. Her belly button was revealed, and I could see words written in permanent marker on her lower abdomen:
[ VIRGIN PUSSY ]
No Masturbation
No Use
The words I’d written on Friday were still on her belly. She had been living for two days with such shameful words left on her body. Seeing my surprise, Yerim-noona whispered with a desperate expression, "I went to the gym like this on Saturday, you know? I was dying of embarrassment, but it felt so good. Every time the people at the boxing gym looked my way, I got so turned on. I was wearing a slightly translucent windbreaker, so maybe someone noticed? I even showered at the gym. I was so scared someone would walk in while I was showering, and my pussy was so wet. I thought there was a flood..."
I could imagine the scene. The male members glancing at Yerim-noona’s chest while she worked out. Yerim-noona, self-conscious of those gazes. Covering the lewd text with a towel, taking off her clothes, and trembling in the shower, terrified that someone might walk in... all while struggling with her soaking wet pussy... I swallowed hard without realizing it.
To think she would do such perverted things on her own without me even setting the rules. Just then, I heard the click-clack of the employee's heels. Yerim-noona hurriedly pulled down her navy dress. "T-there, happy?"
The lewd black underwear vanished back under the fabric. Noona was incredibly aroused just by talking about her own lewd behavior. Her heart was pounding so hard I could feel it from here. Ah, I wanted to take a picture of her showing off her underwear and the writing—what a waste! I'll have to take one outside later.
I gave Yerim-noona some praise. "Noona, you’re incredibly lewd. I love it. When we get home later, I’ll give you a reward by tormenting you thoroughly."
Noona nodded violently. At the same time, she turned her body this way and that to check if any part of the dress was rolled up. It was cute how she was on pins and needles, worried about being caught by the employee. She was so cute that I wanted to do all sorts of things to her. I went ahead and picked out some beige sandals with a slight heel. "Noona, what’s your shoe size?"
"I wear a 240, why?"
"Could you bring me these in a 240?"
The store clerk brought the sandals in the right size and added, "These are popular. They’re cool and comfortable, and they’re on sale right now."
"Oh, really?"
I sat Noona on a chair, took off her sneakers, and put the sandals on her. The color matched well, and the thin straps wrapping around her ankles were nice. Dressed like this, she didn't look like a professional athlete. She looked more like a fashion model who works out.
"Noona, want to take a look?"
When I led her in front of the mirror, she grabbed my arm, shy. Yet, she examined her own body with her eyes. The clothes were skin-tight, but that made them all the more lewd and attractive. She was tapping her feet, checking if the sandals matched well too. "Hmm, ugh... do things like this really suit me? I don't know."
"You're beautiful, Noona."
"Reaaally?"
Objectively speaking, Yerim-noona was stunning. Yerim-noona blushed as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. "Dressing like this, my armpits and butt are way too exposed... You bought this a size smaller on purpose, didn't you?"
Not one size, but two. Even now, her thong line was completely visible, and since she’d come in wearing a sports bra, she was braless. Beneath the navy dress, her C-cup breasts were making their presence known quite clearly. Her nipples were standing at attention, and anyone looking from the outside would be able to tell exactly where they were. Noona covered her chest with both hands and glared at me. With a flushed face, she cursed at me, calling me a bad guy. It was incredibly arousing.
I raised my hand and called the clerk. "We'll take these. Please ring them up."
Noona tried to argue, but she was startled when I pulled out my card. "W-wait? I have plenty of money. I'll pay for it!"
True, how many times had she won the National Sports Festival? She was also a scholarship student for athletic excellence. But I was buying this because I wanted to.
"It's fine, Noona. This is a gift. Wear it often. The sandals, too. They suit you well."
Noona’s expression was a mix of embarrassment and joy. "This is a gift? For real?"
"Ah, how many times do I have to say it's a gift? Is this your first time receiving a gift?"
Walking out of the store, Noona was trying to cover her body as much as possible so that her nipples or the lines of her underwear wouldn't show, but she couldn't hide her joy. "Hmm... this is the first time I've received a gift like this. I always got practical things because they knew I’d just shove them in the closet or throw them away. But now that I’m wearing it, it’s pretty."
It was too lewd, though. She muttered that to herself while walking down the street, and whenever she saw a glass window, she’d check her reflection. But that was only for a moment. "How on earth do other women wear clothes that show this much thigh...?"
She kept pulling down the hem of the dress that kept riding up, her face turning bright red. That’s because normal women don't walk with long strides like you do, Noona. And they don't wear dresses two sizes too small. Her butt, already voluminous from exercise, kept pushing the dress up over it again and again. She had to pull the hem down every ten steps or so.
"Noona, people can tell exactly what color your underwear is."
Because I’d bought such a small size, if she didn't pay attention for even a second, the dress would ride up and the bottom of her panties would be exposed. Noona grabbed my arm tightly, writhing in humiliation. "Kang-min... let's go home..."
Ouch, ouch, ouch! I swallowed my scream and shook off her arm. I said firmly, "No. We’re stopping at one more place."
I led Noona toward our destination. When I told her we were only stopping here before going home, she gave up and followed me obediently. But as soon as we passed the building entrance and went past the counter, Yerim-noona was horrified. "Hey, I-I'm not going in there. What kind of place is this!"
This was an adult goods store that had just opened downtown. You wouldn't know it just from the name Friends Mall, but once you pulled back the entrance curtain, all sorts of shameful products were lined up inside. At the entrance, they eased the tension with light products like gels, air fresheners, and masturbators that paid homage to Keith Haring's work (they looked like decorations, so they were hard to spot), but as you went deeper, hardcore items like lingerie, dildos, and SM gear appeared.
Horrified by a pink dildo on display, Noona covered her body as much as she could. If you came to an adult store wearing clothes this tight, what would people think? It was as good as advertising, "Ah, I'm a lewd woman. I'm going to use what I buy here right away."
Noona said to me, flustered, "Hey, what if someone I know sees me...!"
Well, that would just make it more fun. I whispered in Noona’s ear, "Then let's buy it quickly before we get caught. I'm going to buy a ton of things to use on you here today. You said you had plenty of money earlier, right? We're going to buy all the perverted products you'll use with your card."
Yerim-noona didn't seem to know whether to cover her flushed face, her erect nipples, or the dress clinging to her lower body. I handed a shopping basket to the flustered Noona. "Noona, shall we shop together?"
Now, I had to fill this with shameful products one by one. Noona looked like she was about to cry and tried to pass the load to me. "Hey, C-can you at least carry it...!"
"I'd love to, but my hands are full holding your clothes," I said, shrugging my shoulders mischievously. She glared at me, trembling. She was so embarrassed that steam was practically coming out of her head. "T-then hurry up and pick! I want to pay and get out of here."
"Okay, okay."
With that, I walked slowly. Since these were things that would go inside Yerim-noona’s butt and mouth, I had to choose them carefully. My shopping wouldn't end until that basket was completely full. What kind of expression would she make when I put the items in the basket? Anal sticks, anal beads, anal sleeves, gels, and countless other adult products—just imagining it made my cock stand up straight. And how would she cry when I actually inserted them? I smiled at Yerim-noona, filled with joy. Today, even if you cry and beg, I won't let you off the hook.