Chapter 12
Na Ye-jin turned around. Arms spread wide, legs shoulder-width apart, eyes wide open. Her face was frozen in cold fury, as if her anger had overflowed. But no matter how intimidating her expression, my eyes were drawn first to those massive breasts. With her arms extended to the sides, they parted slightly, her dark red nipples standing out sharply under the fluorescent lights. The voluptuous D-cup volume hung naturally downward due to gravity, yet retained its firm bounce.
And naturally—my gaze drifted lower. My eyes widened. I'd expected the cleft to be visible since there was no pubic hair. With Ha-young's faint bush, the slit had been faintly visible, so with Na Ye-jin completely bare, it should be even clearer. But it was more than that. Peeking out from the parted cleft—were her red inner labia.
Practically her entire pussy was on display. My heart pounded twice as fast. I'd never seen a real woman's pussy before. Sure, countless times online, but this was completely different in person. Pixels on a screen and actual flesh were worlds apart. It wasn't fully spread open. Just slightly protruding from the slit. But that was enough. An overwhelming thrill washed over me. So that's a woman's pussy. I couldn't tear my eyes away from Na Ye-jin's sex. The smooth skin, the hairless mound, and the cleft etched right in the center. The hint of red flesh peeking from within. To think I was seeing the naked body of the campus beauty I'd only glimpsed from afar—and with her pussy visible, no less. Reality felt like it was slipping away.
And what surprised me most—was Na Ye-jin's eyes. The murderous glare from before was gone. No longer glaring daggers. She seemed to have let go somewhat. Resignation? Or had her rage dulled past its peak? Either way, she faced forward without shooting me down.
The researchers began examining Na Ye-jin's body. The female researcher took the front with a magnifying glass, the male the back. The glass started at her neck, moved over her shoulders, along the sides of her breasts, past her ribs, and slowly downward. The sound of a pen scribbling notes echoed in the exam room. Then the male researcher moved to her lower body. He sat down and peered into her crotch with the magnifying glass. For some reason, I envied him. Through the lens, Na Ye-jin's pussy must look even clearer to him, right? No hair to obscure it, and magnified, he'd see every wrinkle of her inner labia. Beauties like Na Ye-jin are rare. And she's glamorous too. Observing a woman's pussy up close like that probably isn't an everyday thing for him either. Thinking that way made me feel like the lucky one. No matter the cost, this sight was once-in-a-lifetime.
But he couldn't stare forever, so he soon checked her thighs and calves before finishing.
"All done. You can step down."
Na Ye-jin's exam was over. Her face didn't flush red. If anything, it had gone pale. Overflowing anger, perhaps. Like she'd steeled herself, making her expression even scarier. She stepped down from the footprints and passed by my side. I flinched instinctively. My shin still throbbed from Ha-young's kick earlier, so my whole body tensed, fearing another hit. But Na Ye-jin didn't even glance at me. Head held high, not sparing me a look. That indifference felt even more terrifying. A punch might have vented her rage, but this cold fury hinted at something worse coming.
"Next."
The female researcher's voice. The last one. The campus's top beauty, Yoon Seo-yeon's turn. Yoon Seo-yeon glanced back briefly at Na Ye-jin, as if seeking confirmation or last-minute courage. But Na Ye-jin stared at the wall, body covered. No gaze returned. Yoon Seo-yeon's shoulders slumped. Like a cow heading to slaughter, she shuffled dejectedly to the exam spot and assumed the pose. Legs shoulder-width, arms out, eyes open.
I held my breath. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Like beholding goddess Venus. The fluorescent light bathed her white, flawless skin, her long straight black hair cascading over one shoulder. Slender face, elegant neckline, narrow shoulders flowing into feminine curves. Her teardrop breasts lifted slightly by the pose, dark pink nipples pointing forward. Slim waist flaring softly into rounded hips. Of course—lowering my gaze, there was a thick bush that didn't quite match the goddess vibe.
Yoon Seo-yeon's pussy was completely hidden. No matter how closely I looked, just dense pubic hair. No exposed slit like Na Ye-jin's, no faint peek through sparse hair like Ha-young's. The thick, lush bush covered her crotch entirely. But that was fine. Alternating between her breasts and bush was thrilling enough.
The female researcher started with the magnifying glass. Neck, shoulders, collarbone. Slowly downward, past the sides of her breasts, belly, waist—until she reached the bush. That's when it happened.
"Oh my, that's really thick."
The researcher muttered to herself.
"Can't see a thing like this."
She reached out with her free hand—and touched Yoon Seo-yeon's pubic hair. Yoon Seo-yeon's body stiffened. The researcher's fingers parted the thicket. Left and right, up and down. Pushing through the dense hair to expose the skin beneath. And then—the hidden slit emerged. The moment the concealed revealed itself. A glimpse of red inner labia within the cleft. Not as clear as Na Ye-jin's, but the pink flesh flashing through the parted bush nearly stopped my heart.
Yoon Seo-yeon's face had gone blue. She couldn't speak, just swallowed hard. Eyes wide, staring down, but unfocused. A face refusing to accept reality.
Normally, Na Ye-jin would've said something. But silence. Glancing back, she still faced the wall, body covered. Ha-young had her head down. No one helped Yoon Seo-yeon. No one could in this situation.
The female researcher's hands left the bush after a moment. It settled back, hiding the red labia again. Then the male researcher sat for the lower body check. But—he didn't touch the bush. Unlike the woman, he just peered at the surface with the glass before moving to her thighs. Even for an exam, maybe he judged a man parting a woman's pubic hair crossed a line. Or perhaps Yoon Seo-yeon's ashen face stirred his conscience. Either way, the exam proceeded and soon ended.
"All done."
Even after, Yoon Seo-yeon stood frozen on the footprints. She only moved to cover herself when the researcher repeated, "Step down." Hands over breasts and crotch, she wobbled off. The shock must've been huge. Ha-young approached and steadied her arm. Her lips moved as if whispering something, but I couldn't hear from here.
And so, I'd seen all three women's pussy slits. Ha-young's pink cleft through faint hair. Na Ye-jin's red labia spilling from smooth mound. Yoon Seo-yeon's pink flesh hidden in the thicket. No way I'd imagined this morning it'd happen. If seeing these beauties naked this closely meant enduring their scornful glares, I'd take it a hundred times.
As Yoon Seo-yeon returned to her spot, the female researcher spoke.
"Thanks for enduring the exam. Now that it's over, head out that exit, get dressed, and go to the assembly area."
It was over. The words rang in my ears. The researchers left through the opposite exit, leaving just the four of us. No one spoke. An awkward silence flowed. Not from lack of words, but too many to utter.
I moved first, turning toward the exit. Three sets of footsteps followed. Through the tented passage, the exit appeared. Bright light leaked in. Finally, the end. This shameful exam, this bizarre ordeal—finally over. Relief and regret surged together. Contradictory, but honest.
I pushed through the exit. And froze. Dozens of gazes locked on me. The assembly area—was right outside. 32 clothed male and female participants, plus a few supervising researchers, all standing there. Every eye fixed on me emerging naked.
I stood stunned. I knew I should cover up, but shock paralyzed my hands. Arms limp at my sides—
"Kyaa—!"
Yoon Seo-yeon reacted first. Emerging behind me, she grasped the situation and instinctively curled up. Ha-young followed, stifling a scream as she huddled. Na Ye-jin—didn't huddle. Hands covering breasts and crotch, she stood tall. Chin up, guarding her last shred of pride.
I was still dazed. Then, from the crowd—
"Kyaa!"
Screams from the female participants. My erect cock fully exposed—right in their view. Only then did I snap to. I hurriedly covered with one hand, but rock-hard against my belly, one hand wasn't enough.
A researcher approached.
"Clothes are over there. Hurry and change, then line up."
She pointed—lab clothes stacked against the wall, about 10 meters away. Walk 10 meters naked under everyone's eyes, change naked. I glanced back. Yoon Seo-yeon and Ha-young looked wrecked, trembling. Yoon Seo-yeon crouched low, Ha-young clutching herself, biting her lip. The experimenters' cruelty hit bone-deep. And simultaneously—a strange feeling rose. Possessiveness. I'd seen the three naked, even their slits. That was my experience. But staying put like this meant other guys would see them too. The sight that was mine alone, scattered to dozens of eyes. I hated that. Couldn't explain logically, but instinctively loathed it.
I spoke up.
"I'll change first and block you, then you go."
I paused, adding,
"You too, Ha-young."
Yoon Seo-yeon and Ha-young looked up, shocked eyes flickering with relief. Na Ye-jin eyed me surprised, her death glare softened with something new.
No time for that. I moved—without covering my cock. Everyone look at me— they'd already seen it while I stood dazed. Mine seemed bigger than average anyway, enough to draw eyes. While fixed on me, the three behind could slip away unnoticed. 32 gazes on my naked body, I walked to the clothes. My erection swayed side to side with each step. Giggles from the guys, women covering eyes but peeking through fingers. Humiliating. But nothing compared to what the three felt.
I grabbed underwear, dressed quickly in the shorts. Skipped the top. Bundled the women's lab clothes too. Arms full, I returned, then spread the top like a curtain in front of them. Dropped the rest at my feet. They got it. Yoon Seo-yeon and Ha-young scurried behind me still huddled. Na Ye-jin strode up boldly to my side. Rustling from behind—dressing sounds. Grumbles from the male participants.
"Aw~~"
"What the hell, that guy…"
But I couldn't let them see the women's nakedness. Moments passed. Someone tapped my shoulder.
"You too, put on your shirt."
Ha-young. Glancing back, all three were dressed. Short-sleeve shirts and shorts. Compared to nudity, the lab clothes made them look armored, secure. Ha-young's expression had softened. No more murderous glare. Not fully over her anger, but my act had eased the hostility.
It's always like that. Do good then screw up, get hate. Screw up then do good once, earn favor. Laughing inwardly, I slipped on my top and joined the assembly. The exam of shame was finally, truly over. But somehow, I knew. This wasn't the end.