The First Outdoor Exposure
After that incident, Han-na blushed furiously and apologized for not being able to hold back. When I suggested she stay the night since it was already late, she ignored me completely and went straight home.
…What the hell was that about? No matter how much I thought about it, I was the one who couldn’t hold back. Even after mulling it over alone, I couldn’t find an answer, so I decided to just take a shower first.
When I stepped into the bathroom and looked in the mirror…
“Haa…”
My entire body was drenched in sweat. My neck was covered in blooming red marks like flowers, and my breasts were slightly swollen. My ass… hurt every time I tensed the muscles, but it seemed tolerable. I turned around and stared at the bright red handprints on my backside and the view from behind. For some reason, I looked exactly like a woman who had just been fucked hard from behind. My face flushed instantly.
“What the hell am I thinking…”
I let out a deep sigh, turned back to face the mirror, and examined my neck again. That was when my eyes caught the black collar still fastened around my throat. When Han-na had first put it on me, it had felt suffocating and unbearably uncomfortable. But somehow I had grown used to it. Now the pressure squeezing my neck actually brought a strange sense of comfort.
…Still, I had to take it off if I wanted to wash. Besides, wearing it too long might dilute the memory of that moment. Even if it had just been part of a game to Han-na, for me the mere thought of it was enough to…
A rush of heat surged through me. Ah, I was wet again.
The next few days were peaceful. Han-na contacted me far less often, almost as if she were avoiding me, and Eun-jung seemed busy with her own affairs. It had been a long time since I’d had any real time to myself…
Recently I had been pushed to my limits both physically and mentally, so I hadn’t been able to enjoy any hobbies at all. Though calling it a “hobby” might be a stretch. It wasn’t anything special.
“Hoo, hoo… hoo…”
Like right now—wearing a light cropped top and leggings, jogging around the park, or sometimes working out at the nearby gym. Before I possessed this body, I had never been interested in healthy activities like exercise. But after becoming a sporty girl, I discovered that working out could be incredibly fun.
The only problem was…
“Hek… heeek…”
The men who panted heavily behind me while stubbornly keeping up. As someone who used to be a man myself, I understood how alluring my large breasts—which even a sports bra couldn’t fully contain—and the curves of my lower body in tight leggings must look. Still, openly following me around felt a bit much.
Even when I sped up, they gritted their teeth and matched my pace. Since that ruined my own rhythm, I usually just ignored them. If the men in this neighborhood lived longer, they could thank me for the cardio.
“Whew…”
Once I felt properly warmed up, I stepped off to the side of the track. A group of men immediately jogged past, clutching at their waistbands and creaking with every step. If they were trying to act natural, they shouldn’t have been sneaking glances at me… and of course those glances went straight to my chest or thighs.
In the past I would have let it slide with a generous heart, but today those stares felt strangely electric. I instinctively pressed my thighs together.
What is this…? Am I seriously unable to exercise anymore?
Just in case, I checked between my legs, but thankfully there was no wet stain. …Had I really developed exhibitionist tendencies?
Before The Test began, I had simply brushed off those leering gazes as nothing more than creepy observation. Now every single look felt like a tongue sliding over my body…
“Haa… At this rate I won’t even be able to go to the gym.”
I was debating whether to head home when my phone rang in my pocket. The caller ID read: Cha Eun-jung.
“Hello?”
“Seon-ah. Are you busy right now?”
“No, I’m just resting after jogging in the park.”
“I had something to talk to you about. Perfect timing. I’ll come to you. It’s the park with the lake, right?”
“Yeah… that’s the one.”
“I’ll call again when I arrive.”
The call ended abruptly.
…What could this be about all of a sudden? I couldn’t think of anything in particular, so I decided to run a few more laps around the track until she got there.
I met Eun-jung, who had just arrived at the park, at a nearby café. She was wearing an off-shoulder blouse that revealed her shoulders and a light flare skirt. For a moment I secretly hoped she might suggest we go somewhere fun, but the moment she handed me the phone, my face stiffened.
“W-what is this?”
The screen showed a completely empty SNS account page. At the top it read 23-Year-Old Fitness Girl A-young. The editing tools were still active, so she must have created it herself…
“This is the account we’ll be using for the test. Outdoor exposure, remember?”
“…Ah.”
The moment I realized it had finally arrived, my heart began pounding violently and cold sweat broke out on my palms. Could I really do this? And more importantly, what if someone figured out who I was after I posted something like this?
While I stood there clutching the phone in worry, Eun-jung took it back from me.
“You don’t need to worry too much. We’ll edit out anything that might reveal the location, and we won’t be taking any pictures of your face anyway.”
“…Still.”
“Do you have any idea how many women run accounts like this? Out of all those deviant accounts, what are the chances that someone who knows you personally will stumble across yours?”
…When she put it that way, it did make sense. Even if someone could guess the general area from the background structures, the only people who knew my body well enough to recognize me from my bare figure were all women. And why would a woman be browsing female deviant accounts anyway?
Hmm. Thinking about it like that did help me relax a little.
“Alright then, let’s go take some photos right away.”
“…Already?”
“Of course. You’re dressed perfectly for it. It would be a waste not to take advantage.”
The combination of a white crop top and gray leggings was indeed both casual and subtly erotic. Following Eun-jung’s guiding hand, we arrived at the public restroom in the park. It wasn’t well maintained and quite dirty, so people usually avoided using it.
…Was I just supposed to strip now?
As I stood there blankly, Eun-jung began giving me instructions.
“First, stand facing this way… Yes, like that. Now bite the hem of your top with your mouth…”
The finished pose had me lifting the bottom of my crop top and holding it between my teeth, exposing my sweat-soaked sports bra and cleavage. My right hand gripped the waistband of my leggings and pulled them down slightly, revealing my hip bones and the line of my panties. It looked like nothing more than an ordinary pose showing off one’s figure.
…This might actually be easier than I thought.
“Hold the phone yourself and take the picture. Selfie angles are the most popular.”
“Okay.”
I switched the phone to selfie mode and pointed it at my body. Beneath the crop top lifted into a ㅅ shape, my large breasts wrapped in a gray sports bra and the deep valley between them were clearly visible. Beads of sweat glistened on my light brown skin, sparkling under the soft bathroom lighting.
Below that were my slim waist in contrast to my generous chest, clearly defined eleven-pack abs, and the wide hips that continued downward. The upper edge of my gray sports panties was exposed by my own hand pulling down the leggings.
…I wasn’t even taking off my underwear, yet the sight was incredibly lewd.
But what angle would make it look the most erotic?
I tried different angles, moving the phone around, before finally settling on a simple top-down shot.
“Eun-jung, here. I took the photo.”
“Don’t give it to me. Upload it yourself. It’s your account now.”
She wanted me to post it myself too. The realization that I wasn’t just taking pictures for someone else but actively choosing to expose my own body made my hands tremble slightly. I took a deep breath and tapped the post button.
First I attached the photo I had just taken… Now what should I write for the title and content?
I tapped the screen thoughtfully and eventually went with something safe.
Is this okay?
Eun-jung leaned over from beside me to look at the screen, then began offering advice in her usual chatty way.
“It’s fine, but… instead of just asking what people think, add something like ‘Wild compliments and dirty talk welcome.’ Say you’ll post more if the response is good. And put a bunch of tags at the bottom—‘body,’ stuff like that. You can just look at other accounts and copy their tags.”
It seemed our Eun-jung had done quite a bit of research to make me do this. Was that why she had been so hard to reach these past few days? She could have taken it a little easier…
In the end I revised the post according to her suggestions and uploaded it.
Was that it?
“Now that it’s up, let’s go back to the café and wait for the comments.”
“…Okay.”
I straightened my clothes and left the public restroom. The moment I stepped outside I glanced around, but thankfully no one was looking this way. I was probably being overly sensitive…
Still, the thought that someone in the park might see my exposure photo and recognize my outfit kept making my chest tighten with anxiety.
Back at the café, we each ordered another cup of coffee and sat down. I took a long sip through the straw and fell into thought.
Would people really look at my photo? And if they did, what kind of comments would they leave? Maybe things like “You have a beautiful figure. 28-year-old fitness guy here—” or something. I was smiling to myself at the ridiculous fantasy when a notification chime sounded from the phone.
It wasn’t my regular phone… it was the one I had posted the exposure photo on. Eun-jung simply sat there with her arms crossed, smiling as she watched, so I had no choice but to check it myself.
Let’s see… I really hope the first comment is something normal.
The comment I saw was…