Lend Me Your House
From the podium, the principal scrutinized my outfit and suddenly furrowed his brow. His gaze stopped precisely on the large ribbon across my blouse. A faint semen stain from the nurse's office still lingered there, one I hadn't managed to remove.
"And," the principal said, raising his hand to point at my chest, "uniforms with stains like this need to be laundered immediately. A student's neat appearance begins with cleanliness."
His words seemed amplified through the microphone, and the female students in the auditorium began to murmur. I felt as if my breath had stopped. Trembling, I lowered my head. My face burned. My mind went blank. The stares from the entire student body at my lewd uniform filled me with terror and arousal, and when I felt myself starting to get hard, I clenched my teeth desperately to hold it back. I hadn't known it was possible to suppress it consciously, but by gritting my teeth and fighting with everything I had, I managed to keep it down.
"Uniforms exist to maintain a student's proper appearance. If you shorten them to this extreme, we'll have no choice but to discuss revising the school rules. The rest of you, take note."
Low laughter rippled through the other students. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to flee the auditorium right then and there. From the podium, the principal looked back and forth between my sister and me in front of the entire student body. He compared her tidy uniform with my ridiculously short and tight girl's uniform, repeatedly pointing out the correct way to wear the uniform and the inappropriateness of my alterations. After a few more scoldings, he finally finished.
"Now, you may step down."
Following his instruction, I forced my stiff body to move and descended from the podium. My sister came down with me. She still stared at me with a confused expression, but she didn't know what to say and remained silent. I hurried to my seat, but I couldn't calm down. Taking a deep breath, I tugged at my skirt with trembling hands. No matter how far I pulled it down, nothing was covered. It was far too short. An uneasy premonition crept over me. Up ahead, my sister kept glancing back at me. Her face was filled with shock and confusion.
As soon as the assembly ended, my sister strode straight toward me. Her face was full of confusion and embarrassment. She leaned in close and whispered sharply, "Oppa, what the hell is this?"
Startled, I couldn't say a word and averted my eyes. Her gaze swept over the short hem of my blouse and the skirt barely covering my thighs. Her expression twisted at the sight. Just then, two of her friends approached from the side. One had a lively look, the other quiet and composed. Both stared at me with curious expressions.
"A-young, who's this? A first-year? Do you know her?"
For a moment, my sister's face crumpled in panic. As a second-year, she hesitated, wondering what to say to avoid suspicion about being related to someone who looked like a first-year girl, then blurted out an excuse on the spot. "Uh… she's my little sister."
Her friends' eyes widened at once, and they looked me up and down again. One tilted her head. "Huh? Really? You do look alike. You could be twins!"
The other nodded. "Yeah, even the vibe is the same. I had no idea you two were sisters!"
I sighed inwardly, relieved. But my sister kept glaring at me, clearly wanting to say something, though she held back because of her friends. Then one of them checked her phone and said, "They said we can go home now. Want to go get some malatang?"
My sister tried to refuse. "Ah, I think I'll pass…" But her friends ignored her and grabbed her hand. "Come on, let's just go! You like malatang too. Your little sister can come with us, right? That's fine?"
I was flustered inside, but I missed the chance to refuse. So I was dragged along by my sister and her friends toward the malatang restaurant.
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On the way to the malatang place, my sister's friends kept glancing at me with interest, giggling. Then one of them playfully poked my waist with her finger. "But shortening your uniform like this as a first-year is a bit much, isn't it? Kids these days are really something."
The sudden poke to my waist made me instantly hard. My face flushed, and I couldn't say a word as I tried to hide the growing tent in my skirt. I genuinely wished I could put that painful chastity belt back on. My sister, Kim A-young, sighed as she watched.
As we walked, I grew more and more confused. Walking down the street with three high school girls in the same uniform felt strange. The short skirt brushing against my thighs was unfamiliar, and I reflexively tried to pull down the hem of my blouse, but my waist was already exposed. It was as if I had truly become a girl the same age as them. People passing by simply saw us as four high school girls. I shrank under the fear of their stares, yet the girls beside me chatted casually as they walked. No one looked at me suspiciously. That only made it feel more real.
When we arrived at the malatang restaurant, we set our bags down and started picking ingredients from the counter to put in our bowls. While choosing the ingredients, my sister's friends naturally continued their "girls' talk." Conversations about cosmetics brands, popular idols, and trending videos on social media never stopped. I tried to speak as little as possible, but whenever a question came my way, I had to answer awkwardly.
"Hey, do you always do your makeup like that? Your skin looks amazing."
"Y-Yes… Thank you, unni…"
I never expected to get caught up in a conversation like this. But if I acted suspicious, it would only make things worse, so I responded as naturally as I could. As we talked and ate, I felt myself gradually blending in. For a moment, I forgot who I was and why I was in this situation.
After the meal, when it was time to pay, I realized too late that I didn't have my wallet or even a single coin. I glanced at my sister and spoke quietly, forced to call her "unni" because her friends were watching. "Unni… can you pay for me…?"
My sister let out an irritated sigh the moment she heard me. "This is ridiculous…" Still, she took out her card and paid. Her friends laughed at the sight. "Wow, what a good big sister, even buying food for her little sister~"
I wanted to crawl into a mouse hole. I couldn't say a word. My little sister had become my "unni." The humiliation of having to call an eleven-year-younger girl "unni" felt utterly miserable. But my position didn't matter; among her friends, my sister had become the "responsible unni." So I left the restaurant as their perfect "little sister."
After her friends left, my sister immediately glared at me and approached. She leaned in close to my uniform and wrinkled her nose. "What is this smell…? It smells weird."
I flinched and stepped back, but she quickly grabbed the hem of my blouse. "Where have you been rolling around? It smells like night-blooming flowers."
"It's probably just… sweat."
"Doesn't smell quite like sweat, though?"
My sister tilted her head, opened her bag, and took out some perfume. It was the sweet scent she usually wore. Without hesitation, she sprayed it lightly on the upper part of my blouse and around my skirt. Then she linked arms with me, stared straight at me, and said, "There. Now explain. What the hell is going on…? What's with this uniform, and what's with this whole situation?"
Just then, I realized I didn't have my phone to check the time, but I sensed that the meeting time with Cho Soo-jin at the nurse's office was approaching. My mind grew complicated. Explaining to my sister would take too long, but if I just left, she would definitely grab me and not let go. I had no choice but to say briefly, "I'll explain everything later!"
"Hey, Kim Jun-young!"
My sister called my name and tried to grab me in a hurry, but I dodged her hand and quickly backed away. Then I turned and ran toward the school. Behind me, my sister shouted something in disbelief, but I had no time to listen.
"Oppa! If you run in such a short skirt, everyone will see your panties!"
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When I arrived in front of the nurse's office, Cho Soo-jin was already waiting. With her arms crossed, she sighed the moment she saw me. "What were you doing until now to be this late?"
"Sorry… something came up."
"Whatever. Let's go."
Cho Soo-jin grabbed my wrist and pulled me along. Finally, we were heading home again. I felt relieved to have escaped school, yet an uneasy feeling crept over me about what might happen once we got there.