Lend Me Your House
A short, tight blouse that exposed the navel, a large ribbon accentuating the chest, and a tight skirt just long enough to barely cover the hips.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror above the sink once more. The sight before me felt utterly alien.
The feminine lines of the blouse clung tightly to my body, cinching my waist and making it appear narrower. Because it was a cropped blouse, my navel and waist were completely exposed.
It was clothing that didn’t suit me at all.
The skirt was even worse.
The fabric hugged my hips, emphasizing them, and the length was far too short. The slightest movement threatened to reveal what was underneath. I had to keep my legs pressed tightly together and stand perfectly still.
I tugged at the hem, trying to pull it down, but it was useless.
What shocked me even more was the name tag attached to the left side of the blouse.
The name “Kim Jun-young” was clearly embroidered on it.
“Th-this…”
I immediately tried to peel it off with my nails, but all I managed to do was hurt my fingertips. Up close, I realized the name tag wasn’t simply stuck on—it was embroidered directly into the fabric. There was no way to remove it.
“Ah, what the hell is this…”
I stared at my reflection in a daze. Oh Ha-na and Seo Ji-hyun watched me with amused smiles.
Only then did I notice what they were wearing.
They were dressed in the same school uniform, yet theirs looked nothing like mine. Their uniforms were neat and proper. The blouses were loose and long enough to cover their stomachs, and the skirts reached their knees, allowing easy movement.
My uniform, on the other hand, had clearly been drastically altered to their tastes—because it wasn’t meant for them to wear.
“You two… don’t tell me this…”
Oh Ha-na grinned playfully.
“How is it? A special uniform made just for you, Teacher~ I made it really pretty, right?”
Seo Ji-hyun nodded, her eyes sweeping over my outfit.
“Yeah. It really suits you. I was surprised.”
I had no idea what to say anymore. All I wanted to do was run away right then and there.
“Teacher, we should put this in too, right?”
In Oh Ha-na’s hand was a vibrator no larger than a finger. She crouched down without hesitation, spread my rear, and pushed the vibrator deep inside.
“Ugh!”
Already aroused from wearing such a lewd girls’ uniform, the added pressure from the vibrator inside me only intensified the sensation of the chastity cage. Yet thanks to it, my erection didn’t create an obvious bulge beneath the skirt.
Seo Ji-hyun seemed to notice. She asked Oh Ha-na for the key to the chastity cage and unlocked it.
“No! You don’t have to take it off. I’ll keep wearing the cage.”
I tried to stop her in a panic, but the cage was already removed and tucked into her bag.
Though it felt relieving to be free of the cage after so long, the situation only became more troublesome. My erection now strained violently against the skirt and panties, forming a prominent tent in the middle of the uniform skirt.
Oh Ha-na fiddled with her phone, and the vibrator inside me suddenly began to buzz.
Already hard, my arousal surged even further, threatening to burst.
“Aah…”
My head and waist instinctively lowered as my thighs pressed together. Oh Ha-na slipped the doctor’s ID badge around my neck. The name “Kim Jun-young” on both the badge and the blouse announced my identity to everyone.
“Don’t ever take this ID badge off.”
Their arms hooked under my armpits, and with my arms trapped between their breasts, they dragged me out of the restroom.
Once outside, I finally realized where we were. This was OO Girls’ High School—the school my younger sister and my girlfriend, Cho Soo-jin, attended. The uniform had been so drastically shortened and altered that I hadn’t recognized it at first.
I wanted to shake off their arms, but I couldn’t move my hands without exposing the obvious tent in my skirt. If only the vibrator weren’t humming inside me, I might have been able to will my erection down. Instead, it kept pressing against my prostate, sending shivers through my body and making it hard to breathe. I felt like I was about to come at any moment.
Far from subsiding, my arousal only grew stronger with time, blood rushing to my lower body. The sense of depravity from walking through a real girls’ high school in an actual female uniform filled me with overwhelming shame. The fear of running into my sister or Cho Soo-jin—that my life would truly be over—gripped me.
The unfamiliar corridors, classrooms, and the symbolic posters on the walls seemed to mock me. The uniform wrapping my body felt completely unnatural. The blouse was so short it exposed my waist, and the skirt was so short that a single step risked flashing skin. But the greatest terror was the possibility of encountering someone I knew.
What if I ran into my sister? What if I met Cho Soo-jin? What would they think when they saw me like this? How would they react to me standing there in this ridiculous outfit?
My chest tightened. My heart pounded. A suffocating tension wrapped around my entire body. I wanted nothing more than to rip off these clothes and flee.
But it was already too late to turn back.
Seo Ji-hyun, despite being thirty-two, seemed embarrassed to be wandering the school in a uniform meant for girls much younger than her; her cheeks were faintly flushed. Still, she maintained her usual neat and tidy style, so the modest uniform seemed to suit her. Thanks to her youthful appearance, the school uniform actually looked natural on her.
Oh Ha-na, with her bright and sociable aura, looked exactly like a real high school girl. Being the youngest of us three, the uniform made her seem even more natural. With a confident expression, she linked arms with me and walked down the hallway as if this were her own school.
Classes were in session, so the corridor was quiet—only the three of us were there. Suddenly, the school bell rang, and classroom doors began to open one by one. Soon, groups of girls in uniform started spilling into the hallway.
I instinctively shrank back. But Seo Ji-hyun and Oh Ha-na suddenly released my arms and stepped ahead, pretending they had nothing to do with me.
Was my outfit that embarrassing? I wanted to follow them, but the more I tried to act natural, the stiffer my body became. I could feel the girls’ eyes turning toward me. Plenty of students wore shortened uniforms, but none as extreme as mine. It was far too short—the blouse barely covered my waist, and the skirt was less than thirty centimeters long.
I felt their gazes sliding up my legs. Fortunately, no one seemed to suspect I was a man. Even though a twenty-eight-year-old ordinary guy was wearing a girls’ uniform, they didn’t question it. They only glanced curiously at my overly revealing outfit and whispered among themselves.
I walked slowly, trying to cover the front of my skirt with my hands. In the distance, Oh Ha-na looked back at me with a mischievous smile. I felt uneasy. Whenever she wore that expression, she was always up to something bad.
And my fear was justified.
The vibrator that had been humming weakly inside me suddenly began to shake violently, as if it had gone mad. She must have set it to maximum speed.
Vrrrrr—Vrrrrr—
“Aah! Ngh! Aaahn!”
An involuntary lewd moan escaped me, and all the nearby high school girls turned to stare. I gasped, flipped my ID badge so the back faced outward, and lowered my head. I tried to hurry out of the corridor, but my legs wouldn’t move. In fact, I couldn’t even stand still. The overwhelming pleasure from my prostate made my entire body tremble, and my knees gave out.
Eventually, right in the middle of the school hallway, I crouched down and began enduring the vibrator writhing inside me like a living snake. Only the vibrator’s vibrations occupied my mind. Crouching like that caused my already short skirt to ride up, exposing the panties I was wearing, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
Then one of the girls noticed me crouched in the middle of the hallway, trembling while desperately suppressing my moans. With a worried expression, she gently placed a hand on my back.
“Are you okay? Does it hurt somewhere?”
I looked up at her. She had soft brown eyes, long straight hair neatly falling over her shoulders, and a youthful face. A faint blush colored her cheeks, and her tidy uniform suggested she was a disciplined student. Her small lips were slightly parted as she looked at me with concern—her expression was so pure it was almost painful to see.