Public Exposure Climax on the Street
I held up the outfit and examined it. "How about this one? It looks like it might work."
"Hmm… Let me see. Hand it over."
We had wandered into a fairly decent-sized clothing store while walking down the street. As I carefully browsed for something decent, Hanna casually held out a bundle of clothes toward me.
I took it and looked it over. It was a white, sheer see-through blouse that would reveal everything underneath, paired with short blue hot pants, and finally a black sports underwear set. The combination seemed pretty cute overall, but the hot pants had an alarmingly small amount of fabric, and the blouse that would leave my upper body visible through the sheer material felt a little too bold.
I stood there holding the clothes for a moment, hesitating, before nodding. "…Yeah. I'll go try it on."
Deciding to at least give it a shot out of respect for Hanna's thoughtfulness, I headed for an empty fitting room. Once inside, I quickly stripped off my academy uniform and underwear, folding them neatly before changing into the outfit Hanna had picked out.
My heart pounded with nervous excitement as I finished dressing and checked myself in the mirror.
"…"
There stood a seductive beauty with lightly tanned, healthy golden-brown skin. The black bra cupping her enormous breasts was completely visible through the white see-through blouse. Below, the blue hot pants barely clung to her hips, and she was fidgeting awkwardly in place.
I never imagined I'd end up wearing the kind of extremely generous exposure fashion you sometimes see on summer streets. Just like when I'd first tried on that long straight-hair wig, changing into completely new clothes created a look that barely resembled me at all. It was practically a full disguise.
I stood in front of the mirror, absently combing my straight hair with my fingers and poking at this unfamiliar body. When I heard Hanna urging me from outside, I finally stepped out of the fitting room.
Hanna blinked several times as she watched me emerge hesitantly, then broke into a wide, satisfied smile.
"…You're so beautiful, Seon-ah. Why didn't you dress up like this before? You look like a completely different person."
"So what you're saying is that the real me isn't that pretty?"
Hearing my teasing words, Hanna waved her hands in a flustered panic.
"N-no, that's not what I meant! I just… you usually don't dress up much, right? You don't wear makeup, and you always wear either your uniform or that tank top and dolphin shorts you've had forever…"
"Okay, okay, you can stop now…"
I covered my slightly flushed face with my hands and hung my head. I'd only meant to tease her a little, but I'd ended up taking the hit myself…
I'd thought I'd adapted pretty well to living as a girl, but apparently I still looked strange to actual girls. Maybe the reason the academy girls treated me like their "prince" wasn't just because of my boyish appearance.
"Anyway… wearing clothes like this in public feels a bit embarrassing. What if someone I know sees me…"
"It's fine. No one will recognize you in that. I can guarantee it. Even if someone who knows you sees you, they'll probably just think, 'Oh, she must be Seon-ah's older sister.'"
"…R-really?"
When I thought about it slowly, Hanna's words made sense. My current appearance would be hard for anyone who knew the usual me to recognize. Even I, who had watched the whole transformation process, felt awkward looking at myself. How much more so for my friends?
If I wore these extremely revealing clothes but no one knew it was me… then maybe it would be okay. Just like back when I ran that exposure SNS account under the fake name A-young, posting pictures of my body. Couldn't I just think of this as pretending to be someone else again?
The moment I convinced myself that no matter what I did or how I looked, it wouldn't be connected back to "Lee Seon-ah," my heart began to race. A tight, squeezing sensation gripped my lower belly, and a strange sense of liberation slowly spread through me from within.
"…Yeah. I'll wear this."
Already drawing stares from the other customers in the store, my body grew strangely hot. A tingling sensation crawled up my spine as I gave Hanna a small nod.
"I'm glad you like it. I'll pay, so just grab the clothes and come out."
"U-um… Wait a second, Hanna."
"…?"
"I'll pick something out for you too."
It felt wrong to just receive without giving anything back, so I decided to choose an outfit for Hanna this time. But as I looked around the store, coordinating clothes for a girl proved incredibly difficult for someone like me who knew almost nothing about women's fashion.
What I eventually picked out and handed to her was…
"I'll go try this on too."
"O-oh… okay."
A plain white short-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of tight jeans. But of course, with a body like hers, even simple fashion ended up highlighting her incredible figure and pale skin beautifully…
"How does it look…? Is it okay?"
"…Yeah. You look really pretty."
In the end, it had perfectly hit my tastes, which were still very close to a guy's. I swallowed hard, stealing glances at her, until her suggestion that we hurry up and pay snapped me back to reality.
After paying for our new outfits, we put our old uniforms in a shopping bag and headed next to the accessory corner in one section of the clothing store. There, Hanna bought me a simple black choker as a gift. The tight pressure around my neck made me unconsciously wear a dreamy expression right in front of her, my waist trembling uncontrollably.
"What's wrong? …Is the choker too uncomfortable?"
"Ah, no. It's not that… I'm fine, so don't worry about it."
"…?"
After buying the choker that had been our original goal, we continued walking through the streets together. Maybe she was worried about my lukewarm responses to her words, because Hanna tightened her arm around my waist and spoke up.
I'd denied it for now, but… she wasn't entirely wrong.
"Haaaa… Ngh, haaah…"
I let out a hot breath and leaned weakly against Hanna's shoulder.
The truth was, ever since earlier, my mind had felt hazy as if wrapped in pink fog, and my body had grown so feverishly hot that I could barely stand it. Maybe it was because the daring see-through blouse revealed all my skin underneath. Every time people looked at me, it felt like I was walking down the street topless. The tiny hot pants had ridden up slightly on my large ass, leaving the soft flesh beneath completely exposed. The choker Hanna had given me wrapped snugly around my neck, creating a suffocating yet dizzying sense of restraint. And the way Hanna held me tightly around the waist with one arm as we walked, as if showing me off to everyone in my slutty outfit…
"…Are you getting off on being seen?"
The whispered voice beside me made me nod unconsciously before I caught myself and frantically shook my head.
"N-no…! That's not… ngh!"
"Really?"
"H-Hanna, ngh, my breasts, s-stop… haa, ah, haaahk…!"
Hanna smiled as if she'd figured it out, then lifted the hand that had been around my waist and firmly grabbed one of my massive breasts. She began roughly kneading and squeezing the flesh that filled her hand. In an instant, all the glances that had been sneaking toward me snapped completely in my direction.
The shock of the sudden skinship, the contempt for two girls openly fondling breasts in the middle of a busy street, and the lust directed at me as I twitched and trembled in pleasure with a flushed face… All those sticky, mixed emotions felt like they were physically crawling over my skin. It was as if countless hands were groping every inch of my body. A shiver like snakes slithering across me ran through me, followed by a sudden electric current that shot straight up my spine.
The intense shame that nearly brought tears to my eyes, and the mind-numbing, maddening pleasure that was several times stronger… Even though I knew I shouldn't be feeling this good while showing such a lewd side of myself to people, even though this was just perverted behavior, the sense of depravity from being seen as a pervert only made my body burn hotter, accelerating my pleasure receptors even further.
"Agh, hng, haah, ah, haaaang, haaaaaang…!"
My entire body had become incredibly sensitive. Just the brush of the breeze against my skin drew out obscene moans. My pussy, wrapped in panties, twitched and gushed sticky fluids so continuously that I worried it would soak through the hot pants. My painfully swollen nipples rubbed against the lining of the sports bra with every movement of Hanna's hand, making white flashes explode across my vision each time.
It was so hot, so suffocating… The urge to rip off all my clothes regardless of who was watching and expose my naked body grew stronger by the second. At the same time, the fear that I might actually do it triggered my sense of crisis.
Even as I kept letting out sweet breaths, I begged Hanna to stop.
"S-stop, haa, huaa… ngh, p-people are watching… please…"
"It's okay. No one knows it's you."
"Haa, ngh… haaang…"
Even as some people started filming us with their phone cameras, I leaned into Hanna's embrace, trembling, and looked up at her calm, smiling face.
To me, who was feeling like a pervert while being displayed to strangers, Hanna's words sounded like a sweet indulgence prepared just for me.
It's okay to show them my skin. It's okay to feel even more while they watch me getting off. It's okay if my pussy gets so wet that it soaks the crotch of my hot pants dark, if my legs shake uncontrollably and I drip love juices down my thighs for everyone to see that I'm clearly cumming. After all, these people don't know who I am, and they never will.
…But.
"Ngh, b-but… Hanna, y-you…?"
Hanna hadn't disguised herself like I had. She wasn't hiding her identity, and she was touching me so directly. If a video got uploaded online with a sensational title like "Perverted Lesbian Couple," even if I was fine, what would happen to Hanna…?
"Whatever. I don't really care about other people's stares."
Hanna casually laughed off my worried gaze, then tightened her grip on my waist again and began leading me somewhere.
Even as we walked like this, wrapped in her arms, the countless gazes rubbing all over my body made my head feel like it was melting from the heat. Yet in one quiet corner of my mind, untouched by the aftermath of this public exposure climax, a solid worry for Hanna remained firmly rooted.
Maybe it showed on my face, because as she walked, Hanna spoke to me in a gentle, soothing voice.
"Do you know how many videos like that get uploaded online every day? And it's not just that. There are couples who kiss and grope each other in restaurants, or even secretly have sex while holding each other tight."
"…"
"Compared to that, what's the big deal about a video of two girls touching breasts? You might get some temporary attention because you're pretty, but things like that get forgotten quickly. Or do you want that video to spread widely so you can be seen by even more people?"
"N-no…!"
I looked up at her with eyes slightly moist from the heat and spoke in a firm voice.
"E-even if I did feel that way, I would never want to cause you any trouble."
"…I see."
The way Hanna grinned at that looked incredibly happy for some reason. Seeing that expression made me feel shy, so I quickly changed the subject.
"S-so… where are we going?"
"We're almost there. It's right up ahead."
"Huh?"
When I looked up at her words, I saw an elegantly designed adult shop in front of us. To someone who didn't know better, it might have looked like a cosmetics store.
"We're here to buy… the things we'll be using today."
Hanna's hot breath brushed against my ear, which twitched with anticipation.