Nipple Piercing Tease in the Bathroom with Han-na
“Thank you for your hard work too, miss.” The staff member, who had maintained a perfectly blank expression the entire time, broke into a bright smile for the first time. She bowed to me in farewell, then left the treatment room with noticeably light, cheerful steps.
…What was that about? Had no one ever thanked her for her efforts before? I tilted my head in confusion, staring blankly at the door for a moment before remembering that Han-na was waiting outside. I quickly got dressed. The panties were uncomfortably soaked and sticky with my juices, but since I was wearing pants instead of a skirt, going without them wasn’t an option. Finally, I grabbed the phone I had set aside, opened the door of the treatment room, and stepped out.
Right across from me, Han-na was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, waiting. She greeted me with a raised eyebrow.
“What took you so long in there?”
“Um… I-I didn’t do much. Just…”
After checking to make sure no one else was around, I leaned close to Han-na’s ear and whispered.
“They just stimulated my nipples a little to get them erect…?”
I couldn’t bring myself to tell her the truth—that I had climaxed over and over while the employee touched my nipples for the fitting and then plunged deep into my pussy. It was far too embarrassing, exactly like what the staff member had said to Han-na.
“…Did that female employee touch you herself?”
“Y-yes, but it’s her job. And we’re both women, so…”
“….”
When Han-na’s brows furrowed, I hurried to soothe her. The employee had simply done her work; making a fuss about it being sexual would only create awkwardness and trouble for everyone. Fortunately, Han-na seemed to understand. She gave a reluctant nod.
“So, what about the piercings? How are they?”
“…I like them a lot.”
“Really? Let me see… Actually, if you like them, let’s pay first and get out of here.”
“Huh…? O-okay.”
Han-na looked like an excited child standing in front of a present. She grabbed my hand tightly and led me to the counter. We paid for the anal plug and tail we had already placed in the basket earlier. The employee smiled and told us to come back if we needed anything else. Leaving her behind, I let Han-na pull me hurriedly out of the building.
The place we reached—half running—was the women’s restroom in the shopping center. The moment we stepped into an empty stall, she ordered,
“Take your clothes off. Quickly.”
“H-here?”
Han-na’s face was lit with excitement as she urged me to show her the piercings right away. I felt nervous about other people being in the restroom, but the stall door would hide us. Thinking it should be fine, I slowly began undressing in front of her.
“Hold this for a second.”
I slipped off my white see-through blouse and handed it to Han-na, then grabbed the bottom of my bra and lifted it upward. The piercings caught on the lining and tugged upward, pulling on my nipples.
“Ngh…”
A faint stinging pain bloomed where the screws held the piercings in place, accompanied by a dull, heavy sensation as if my entire nipples were being pulled. It was a completely unfamiliar feeling—one that made me truly realize I had attached something to my nipples.
Until just yesterday, I never imagined I would end up trying such vulgar accessories out of mere curiosity. The naughty thrill made my heart race. I drew in a deep breath, but the choker around my throat tightened, pressing on my airway and forcing my eyes open wider. A faint sense of restraint rose from my neck, filling my head with a pleasant pressure. My foolish brain converted it all into pleasure and sent it flooding downward through my body. In reaction, my nipples stiffened and rose prominently. Han-na didn’t miss it.
“…Are you feeling it right now?”
“…Yes.”
“I see…”
At her soft whisper, I clutched the removed bra tightly, my face burning red as I nodded. Feeling pleasure because my neck was constricted—it was the sort of thing only a pervert would admit. Normally I would never say it out loud. Yet even as the thought crossed my mind, my nipples stood firm and proud, shamelessly revealing to Han-na that I was in heat.
“Seon-ah. Does it hurt? It looks fine from the outside.”
“Ngh, ah, no… It’s just a little painful where they’re fixed, hngh… that’s all…”
As if testing me, Han-na hooked her finger through the nipple piercing and pulled it back hard. The piercing tugged the sensitive flesh, stretching my large round breasts into a conical shape. They swayed and moved wherever her hand guided them. Those same breasts that had drawn envy from girls and unavoidable lustful stares from everyone else were now being stretched into lewd shapes with a single casual gesture from Han-na, then springing back, over and over. It felt as if the piercings had turned my breasts into cheap toys, handles for anyone to play with. The realization that part of my body had been reduced to my friend’s casual amusement—easily used and consumed—filled me with unbearable shame and, at the same time, unbearable arousal.
“Hngh… ngh, haa, haaang… that feels so good…”
“….”
Too embarrassed to beg her outright to play with my breasts more, I simply pushed my chest forward a little more, acting cute in the hope that she would tease them however she liked. Han-na’s cheeks flushed. She swallowed hard, rummaged in her pocket, and pulled something out with a bright smile.
In her hand was a black bondage strap.
“…? Um… why are you…?”
Was she planning to tie me up here and leave me? The thought flashed through my mind—me, naked with these lewd heart-shaped nipple piercings, bound on the toilet while Han-na slipped away somewhere. I would wait desperately for her, mouth clamped shut in case anyone heard. Then some stranger would fling the stall door open and find me there, naked, bound, pussy exposed and dripping. She might start to call the police, but after seeing my pussy drooling with excitement and the vulgar piercings on my nipples, she would change her mind. Unlike Han-na, she wouldn’t be gentle. She would grab the piercings and play with my breasts without mercy, then slide her fingers into my twitching, aching—
“Since it has a ring, I thought we could try this.”
Still lost in my lewd fantasy and wearing a heated expression, I watched as Han-na cut the long strap with scissors to the right length. She threaded it through both nipple piercings, then tied the ends securely to form a loop. The black ring now connected the two piercings.
What was she going to do with it…?
“Hold this in your mouth.”
“…?”
She held out the knotted part of the loop. I hesitated, staring at the strap she had pulled taut, then caught it with my tongue and bit down firmly, securing it between my teeth. When I lifted my head again…
The strap rose, naturally pulling the piercings upward with it. My large breasts were drawn together in the center, stretched slightly by the tension, pointing upward in the most vulgar way imaginable.
“Huu, ngh, huuu… huuuung?”
It looked like I was sucking on both my own nipples. Using the strap clenched in my mouth, I pulled hard on the piercings myself. Enduring the shame, I parted my lips just enough to ask Han-na with my eyes if this was what she wanted.
“…Sit down.”
“…??”
Instead of answering, Han-na lowered me onto the toilet with the lid down. She unbuckled my hot pants and yanked them down along with my panties. The sight of my bare pussy was revealed immediately—sticky with the cloudy juices that had leaked out after I had felt so much while showing Han-na my shameful state. Wondering if she wanted to inspect me, I kept the strap between my teeth, lifting my breasts, and used both hands to spread my slippery folds wide open. But instead of touching my pussy, she pulled the anal plug from the shopping bag, tore open the packaging, and—taking advantage of the empty moment—quickly rinsed it outside before handing it to me.
Conscious of the woman still in the next stall, Han-na said nothing. She didn’t need to. From experience, I already knew exactly what she wanted. I released my pussy lips, took the new anal plug—which was much thicker and more intimidating than the previous ones—and rubbed it against my folds, coating it thoroughly with my own juices instead of lube. Then, to let Han-na see better, I pushed my hips forward, lifted both legs into the air, and began rubbing the tip of the plug in slow circles around the wrinkled entrance of my anus.
“Huu, ngh… huuht, hngh…”
With my left hand I fingered my pussy with wet, squelching sounds to prepare my body, while my right hand continued rubbing the plug against my rear. My pink anus twitched with anticipation for its first insertion in a while. Slowly, I began pushing the pointed tip inside.