The First Comment
The first comment was incredibly explicit. It was the kind of raw, unfiltered dirty language only possible on the internet, where you didn’t have to look someone in the eye.
“The very first comment is already pretty on point, huh? A lot of guys start off sweet and try to lure you into an offline meetup.”
“Offline?”
What the hell is offline? And how does she know so much about this? Just how deep did she dig while researching?
“It’s short for offline. Meeting in real life. Women who run a lot of these accounts ask around first. If the guy seems okay, they agree. But newbies with fresh burner accounts are usually clueless, so they get reeled in.”
“Ah…”
“So you be careful too. Don’t get tempted if anyone starts talking about offline meets or sponsorships.”
“…I’m only doing this because of the Test. Why would I do something like that?”
“Just saying, you never know.”
Cha Eun-jung shrugged. Sheesh, she’s treating me like I’m three years old. I’m way past the age where I’d follow some random old man just because he offered me candy. Unless it was Eun-jung or Han-na… but those two would never do something like that. That’s exactly why I trust them.
“Oh, another comment just came in. I’ll read this one for you.”
Eun-jung snatched the phone from my hand, read the comment, and started giggling. What on earth does it say? She closed the phone, then leaned in close to my ear.
“Eep…”
Her soft whisper tickled my ear, making my whole body squirm.
“Eun-jung…!”
She wrapped an arm around my shoulder, half-hugging me, and gave my breast a firm squeeze. I frantically looked around in panic before realizing—this kind of thing was considered normal between friends in this world. …Still embarrassing, though.
“Ugh…”
Eun-jung’s low, gentle voice whispering those filthy comments directly into my ear melted my mind into sticky mush. The middle-aged men who had chased after me during my jog, desperately grabbing at their waistbands… Inside those pants must have been rock-hard cocks. Massive, throbbing cocks that wanted to violate the lewd, bouncing body running in front of them…
What did those men do afterward? Probably went home and jerked off with their huge dicks… Or maybe they did it in the very public restroom in that park I had entered. In their fantasies, I was getting raped in the park bushes, or easily seduced and fucked nonstop for hours in a motel. Sometimes I was the one seducing them. They’d use my body as masturbation fuel, then the next day they’d follow me again with their cocks hard all over again…
“Haa… haa… haah…”
“I’ll read the next comment too.”
“S-stop…”
The disgusting fantasies of men violating me kept swirling in my head. I shook my head, trying to refuse, but Eun-jung kept feeding me more of their lewd delusions through her voice.
I thought of the men at the gym who always stared at my body like they wanted to lick it. Because workout clothes are so tight, whenever they got hard from looking at me, the outline of their cocks showed obscenely through their pants. As a former man, I never particularly enjoyed looking at other guys’ dicks, but I used to laugh inside at how desperately they tried to hide their erections. But even those men… had been having these filthy thoughts about me the whole time. Forcing my sports bra open, filling it with sticky, smelly semen… making my bare breasts slide around slick with cum, my nipples rubbing against the fabric… They had been watching me exercise in the middle of the gym while imagining me in such a lewd state.
“Haa… haa… hah, ngh…!”
Eun-jung’s hand slipped under my crop top, pulled one side of my sports bra down, and began kneading my bare breast. Just like in those fantasies… my naked skin was being softly stroked and stimulated. But instead of those men’s filthy semen, it was Eun-jung’s pretty white hand caressing me. And that difference was making me even hornier.
“N-nooo… People are watching…”
“It’s fine. No one’s looking.”
“No, over there… that woman is…”
Touching breasts might be considered playful between friends, but exposing my bare tits to strangers was something else entirely. And sure enough, the woman sitting across from us was blushing while staring right at us…
“Hmm… Well, so what? We’re both girls. Let her look. You like being seen anyway, don’t you?”
“No, no I don’t…!”
“Liar. Your sensitivity is completely different from before.”
It was true. The moment I realized that woman was watching us, Eun-jung’s touch started feeling far more intense. But that wasn’t because I was a pervert—it was just a natural reaction from the tension…
Eun-jung glanced at the woman, then brought her lips right up to my ear and planted a kiss.
“Hyup!”
“Chu… chuu… slurp…”
Cha Eun-jung was now openly kissing my ear while groping my breast under my clothes. Her bold behavior seemed to catch the attention of not just the woman across from us, but several other people nearby as well. I hung my head in shame and began begging her.
“E-Eun-jung… stop… ngh, people are really watching…”
“Chuu… chu. …Sigh, fine.”
With a reluctant expression, Eun-jung fixed my bra, took my hand, and led me out of the café… straight into that same public restroom from before.
…Again?
I was pushed back into the same stall where I had taken the earlier photo. A phone with the selfie camera already on was shoved in front of my face.
“This time, take it with your bra off.”
“E-even my underwear? That’s… too soon…”
“Lee Seon-ah. Don’t you remember the comment I read to you earlier?”
Eun-jung brought her lips close to my ear again. Just sensing that was enough to make my body tremble reflexively.
“…I-I’m not a toilet…”
“Yes you are.”
My leggings were suddenly yanked down to my knees. While I froze in shock, Eun-jung ran her finger across the front of my panties and held it up in front of my eyes. The tip of her finger was coated with the familiar… slickness of my own arousal.
“Your pussy says you are a public toilet, doesn’t it?”
“N-no. It’s just sweat because it’s hot…”
“Really? Then I guess I can lick it.”
Eun-jung smiled sweetly and pushed her finger toward my mouth. When I didn’t open up, she tapped my lips like she was knocking. …If I avoided it any longer, she’d get suspicious. I parted my lips slightly… and her finger slowly, slowly pushed inside. Once past my lips, it wriggled around as if exploring my mouth before finally settling on top of my tongue. The slightly salty, sticky texture felt strangely familiar. And through my nose came the unmistakable scent… of a female in heat.
“Hurry.”
At Eun-jung’s urging, I had no choice but to lick the finger coated in the juices that had leaked from my pussy. As actively as possible, so she wouldn’t suspect me. What I’m licking isn’t pussy juice, it’s just sweat. Eun-jung is just playfully making me lick my own sweat. She’s a bit of a prankster, so she’s just teasing me… I kept repeating that to myself as I licked until she finally pulled her finger out.
“Haa… haa…”
“What? It really was just sweat…? Sorry for doubting you…”
Eun-jung apologized with an awkward expression, then pulled me into a tight hug and patted my back as I panted.
“I must have gotten too sensitive because of the Test. I’m really sorry, Seon-ah.”
“…It’s okay.”
I was the one who should be apologizing… I had gotten wet from my own dirty fantasies, then shamelessly lied and said it wasn’t, making an innocent friend apologize. I really was a liar.
I took a deep breath. Along with the stale smell of the public restroom, I caught Eun-jung’s warm, comforting scent. …I steeled myself.
“I’ll do it… that thing.”
Still holding me, Eun-jung nodded and stepped back. With trembling hands, I lifted my crop top. My large breasts, wrapped in the sports bra, came into view. Under Eun-jung’s eager gaze, I removed the bra. My bare breasts bounced free, exposed to the open air. I had shown my bare skin in fitting rooms or restrooms at department stores before… but doing it here, in a public unisex restroom in a crowded park where anyone could walk in at any moment, felt completely different. It felt like someone might burst through the door at any second and see my tits. Suppressing the violent trembling of my body, I picked up the phone again. I adjusted the camera angle so that my large breasts, my nipples—which had grown stiff with arousal—and even the fine hairs standing up on my light brown skin would all be captured clearly. With a click, my lewd appearance was sharply recorded in the photo.