Voluntary Exposure on the Escalator - Selfie in the Emergency Stairs

Song Jiwon stepped into the department store. The air-conditioned breeze brushed against her skin, making the hem of her dress flutter slightly. She glanced at the directory beside the entrance. On the large floor plan, the third-floor sports and swimsuit section stood out clearly.

‘There it is.’

She casually brushed her hair aside and headed toward the escalator. Suddenly, a command from BitchMaster69 from long ago flashed vividly in her mind.

‘Climb the central hall stairs at school. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Show the male students following behind you your panties and the full line of your legs.’

That strange mix of shame and pleasure she had felt back then.

‘Still… maybe I’ve grown attached to it after all.’

The anonymous master. She hadn’t known the person behind the mask was Min-gyu. She had simply believed he was some faceless dominator. And the former master who had cut ties with her last night.

‘Thanks to you… being shown off to men isn’t shameful anymore. It’s become something joyful.’

‘Thank you, BitchMaster69. Because of you, I’ve changed.’

She ended that thought and paused in front of the escalator. Instead of stepping on, the urge to display her back the way she once had slowly welled up inside her.

At that moment, she noticed an old man approaching from behind. White hair, a worn shirt, and careful steps.

‘Hmm… shall I give him a little treat?’

Song Jiwon naturally stepped onto the escalator half a step ahead of him. One step up, then two. On the slow-moving escalator, the old man, unsure where to look, slowly raised his head.

At that instant, she lowered her head slightly and bent her knees halfway.

“Oh…? Did something get on it…?”

She murmured softly and gently rubbed the toe of her high heel with her hand. The posture was deliberate—an exhibition crafted just for him. As she bent forward, the short black dress slowly rode up. The hem that barely covered her buttocks rolled upward, revealing the coffee-colored pantyhose and the thin black lace thong wedged deeply between her cheeks.

Right before the old man’s eyes were her full, elastic buttocks and the thong string digging obscenely into her slit. Her hip line was completely exposed, the thong barely covering her pussy while everything else remained bare. She continued rubbing her shoe, smiling silently.

‘Grandpa, you’re watching, aren’t you…? How does it feel…? Will it give that unused cock of yours some new life?’

When she swayed her hips slightly, her buttocks moved with her. The tight stockings emphasized the thong line even more. The old man swallowed hard, eyes locked on the sight.

Song Jiwon felt no shame. On the contrary, being seen by a man made her lower body tingle, and her panties grew faintly damp.

‘At this rate… I’ll be soaked before I even reach the swimsuit shop.’

She slowly straightened up, half-rising at the waist as if catching her breath, and felt the shortened hem of her dress. ‘Uung… it rode up quite a bit.’ She stepped one leg forward, pushed her hips back, and reached behind her with her right hand. Her fingertips slid down her back and smoothed the rolled-up hem downward. The back of her hand brushed against the skin above her thong, stroking along her inner thigh.

With a smile on her lips, she slowly pulled the dress back down over her hips. The tight fabric rubbed against her skin, lightly tickling the cleft between her cheeks.

“Too short…”

Even that natural motion felt like a show performed for whoever stood behind her. Once the hem settled back into place, the thong line beneath her stockings was gently hidden again. Only then did she turn her head halfway and look down. Her eyes met the old man’s exactly. She held his gaze for a moment, then slowly curled the corner of her mouth into a deliberately lewd smile, as if asking, “Did you enjoy the view?”

The old man coughed awkwardly and quickly looked away. She found it amusing and simply blinked quietly. The escalator finally reached the third floor. She turned toward the sports corner with neat steps.

‘Now, let’s find a swimsuit for Master and me.’

Song Jiwon entered the swimsuit section without hesitation. Passing the women’s displays, she headed straight to the men’s section. Among the neatly arranged trunks and rash guards, and the muscular mannequins modeling them, she reached out with sparkling eyes.

‘Hmm… trunks suit Master best. Nothing too baggy. After all… Kim Aran will see him in it too.’

The thought made her unconsciously grip the trunks she had picked up, crumpling them in her fist.

“…Oops.”

Her eyes widened. She quickly looked toward the counter. Fortunately, the clerk was busy with another customer.

‘Why are you getting jealous, Jiwon…? Calm down… Master only treasures me.’

She whispered softly, smoothed out the fabric, and hung the trunks back in place. Without realizing it, she muttered to herself.

‘Why does Kim Aran bother me so much…? Is it just intuition? Well… I’m still more feminine and prettier anyway.’

She flipped through more swimsuits and selected three that would suit ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Min-gyu. ‘This should be good… I know his waistline better than anyone.’ She ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pulled the waistband slightly, recalling his body—coming out of the shower with only a towel, the firm curve of his hips and thighs glimpsed while changing. She naturally cupped the front of the trunks in her hand, imagining its weight.

‘When I first saw it… I thought it was similar to my husband’s. Lately… it feels bigger. Longer, thicker… only when I touch and stimulate it.’

A satisfied smile curved her lips. ‘Did I make it that way…? Master’s cock… bigger and harder.’ The thought felt strangely fulfilling. She wanted to think of that grown cock as hers. She gathered three swimsuits on her arm and headed to the register.

‘Hehe… after swimming, the swimsuit Master wore… it’ll smell like him.’ The thought of his body heat, skin scent, and that faintly familiar musk soaked into the fabric made her shiver. ‘If I smell that… I might really get wet again.’

She reached the counter with an excited expression.

“Would you like it gift-wrapped?”

She smiled and nodded. “Yes, please. Make it pretty. It’s for someone important.”

After paying, she left the store with the packaged bag, then paused. ‘Now, should I pick one for myself…? There are plenty here, but nothing prettier than what I already have. Whatever, mine can wait.’ She glanced at the bag on her shoulder, then at her own outfit—the revealing dress, thong, stockings, and high heels. ‘Wearing something this lewd and Master didn’t even get to see it…’ The thought suddenly felt too disappointing, too empty. Without realizing it, her feet carried her toward the emergency stairs, as if she had left something behind.

When the emergency stairwell door clicked shut behind her, Song Jiwon carefully set the shopping bag on the floor. She listened. Silence. No one was around. She immediately pulled out her smartphone, switched to the front camera, and entered selfie mode. Then she gently grasped the top of her strapless dress that had been firmly covering her chest. The fabric clung right at the upper swell of her breasts; even an inch lower and everything would spill out.

“Huu…”

She took a breath and slowly pulled the top down. With a soft rustle, the fabric slid over her skin. Her breasts sprang free, nipples already half-hard and stiff with tension. A small moan escaped her. She adjusted the angle until both her face and breasts were perfectly framed.

“Click… click…📷”

Smiling, she bit her lip provocatively and took several shots, one hand gently cupping a breast. Her soft flesh spilled between her fingers; when she rubbed her thumb over the nipple, it protruded further. “Haa…” Even she found the sight lewd. Blushing, she half-closed her eyes and took one final photo.

Just then, a click echoed from below—the emergency door on the first floor opened and closed. Footsteps began climbing the stairs. Her heart pounded wildly. Fear surged through her, yet strangely twisted into a thrilling excitement. She didn’t pull her dress back up. Instead, with both breasts fully exposed, she leaned slightly toward the stairs and waited, holding her breath.

The footsteps stopped around the second floor. Another click—the door opened and the sound faded away. Only then did she exhale deeply. “Haa…” Her pussy was soaked. Her panties clung stickily, the thong rubbing against her with every tiny movement. In that haze of stimulation, she whispered to herself.

“…Ha… I want Master to rape me right here…”

She wanted to be taken roughly, without escape, in this stairwell—like a punishment, like an order. After fixing her dress and picking up the bag, she left the department store. Every step made her wet pussy rub against the thong, sending sparks through her oversensitive skin. She stopped, pulled out her phone, and sent Min-gyu a message.