Caught by a Stranger
I didn't know how long it had been since Eun-jung left. Five minutes? No, maybe three? How much longer did I have to stay like this? My mouth was bone-dry, and my heart was pounding like crazy. Every time a breeze brushed across my bare skin, it felt like a door had swung open, making my heart slam against my ribs. I bit down hard on my lower lip and strained my ears, focusing every ounce of attention on listening.
…Nothing. No sound at all. It must have just been wind drifting into the restroom, not a door opening. I let out a tiny sigh of relief and tried to relax my body, but….
"…Eep!"
The ropes binding me tightly from head to toe refused to allow it. They forced me to hold nothing but this obscene, submissive pose. With no choice, I tensed my muscles again and returned to the original position.
Chirp-chirp—birds sang, mixed with the loud laughter of college students passing by and the noisy roar of motorcycles racing past. Among all those sounds, I couldn't relax for even a second, terrified that one of them might be coming toward me….
Both my body and mind were gradually wearing down from the constant tension. As I stayed there, a sudden thought hit me—why on earth had I agreed to do something like this?
It was because I wanted to know more about my own body. And because… she wanted it so badly.
Cha Eun-jung….
Why did she want me to do something like this? Calling it an exposure test felt like an understatement. Experiencing something like becoming a public toilet was far too extreme. Just taking some lewd photos of me and posting them on social media would have been more than enough….
So was there another reason? Something she wanted from me, aside from the so-called test….
Click-clack—
I abruptly stopped thinking and pricked up my ears. …The sound of high heels walking on pavement. It was getting louder, approaching from ahead. Please, don't come in here…. Please….
Every time the click-clack of those heels grew louder, the worst-case scenarios in my head began to take on vivid detail. A woman hears my quiet sobs, enters the restroom, and stops in front of the suspiciously closed stall. She senses the strange presence inside. Then she opens the door to find me—completely naked, legs spread in an M-shape and bound, with the words public toilet scrawled across my lower belly, my pussy gushing thick, cloudy nectar in heavy spurts. Anyone would see me as nothing but a total slut….
"Hic…!"
I barely managed to swallow the moan that nearly slipped out. At the same time, the click-clack of the high heels stopped.
…Did she hear me?
Click—clack—tap—
It wasn't the sound of pavement anymore. It was the sound of heels stepping onto tile… the floor of the restroom. I even stopped breathing, pouring every bit of my focus into listening. The woman who had paused for a moment began walking again. One step. Another. Another. She was getting closer and closer to me.
I'm going to get caught. I'm really going to get caught.
My body began trembling uncontrollably, and the breath I'd been holding broke free of my control, coming in ragged gasps.
"Hah, haa… haa…."
As if there was no longer any point in hiding since I'd already been discovered. As if I almost wanted to be caught even faster so I could finally relax. At the same time, I felt the amount of nectar gushing out in heavy spurts increase even more. My pussy had grown so sensitive that I could feel the thick pool of fluids sloshing inside my folds. The moment I realized I was feeling it like some kind of pervert, my insides clenched tight.
"Hiiiit…!"
From my tightly narrowed entrance, nectar shot out like a water pistol—spurt, spurt. The belated overflow trickled down from my pussy, soaking my perineum and even my asshole.
If someone saw me like this—looking so ridiculous—there would be no excuse left. Stripped naked like a whore, tied up like a whore, and feeling it like a whore. A rag-like slut whose asshole had turned into a pussy from imagining her own disgrace, soaked through with sticky nectar. The men who left comments on my posts were right. A cum-rag bitch who actually stripped when told to, who shamelessly took photos and uploaded them. A dog-cunt who drooled pussy juice while reading comments written by hands that had jerked off to her body. A public restroom toilet who spread her legs wide, shamelessly thrusting out the pussy that should only be shown to someone precious, and who twitched and fluttered her folds as if happy to be seen.
This… was the me I didn't know.
The woman had now reached right in front of my stall. I heard the sound of the partition door opening.
Creeeak—
And then silence.
Even though I couldn't hear anything, I could hear so much. The roughened breathing of a woman who had discovered a slut spreading her pussy inside the stall and was shocked by the unexpected sight. The woman's thoughts as she debated what to do with me. Then the sound of her deciding to call the police and taking out her phone. But instead came the zip of a handbag opening, followed by the click of a camera shutter.
Click—click—click—
It didn't stop at one. It kept going. I could feel her determination to capture every bit of my disgrace in photos and show them to everyone, to make sure a pervert like me could never show her face in public again.
Finally, the sound of photos being taken stopped.
…Was she going to report me to the police now? That there was a lewd slut tied up naked in the park restroom. That there was an irredeemable pervert who was enjoying herself even while posing like a toilet….
But my prediction was spectacularly wrong.
Squelch—squelch—
"Ah, aahh… huu… heut…!"
The woman suddenly shoved her slender fingers into my pussy. As if trying to scoop out all the nectar pooled deep inside, she curled her fingers like hooks and began moving them slowly. The fingers that had been swirling and teasing near my entrance gradually dug deeper.
"W-wait…! Nngh, not there, please, you can't…. I-I'm still a virgin, a real virgin…. So my hymen, please, at least my hymen…."
I begged the woman who was unilaterally molesting me to at least spare my hymen. Even as my body twisted in pleasure, even though I was tied up with ropes and couldn't resist no matter what she did, I clung to that faint, possibly nonexistent shred of mercy and pleaded again and again.
I had never planned to give it to a man anyway… but still, losing my hymen so meaninglessly in a public restroom, under the touch of a woman whose face I didn't even know, was something I hated with every fiber of my being.
Eun-jung, when are you coming back…? You said you'd help me. You said you'd watch over me. You said you'd be right back…. I'm being touched by a stranger right now, cumming just from the movement of fingers brushing my inner walls, and I'm still waiting. Waiting for you to come save me. So….
"Mmph…!"
"Chuu, smack, mwah… mwah…."
Suddenly, soft lips sealed over mine. As if it didn't matter that I wasn't responding at all, she pressed down roughly, devouring me in a violent kiss. This kind of kiss didn't feel good at all. Absolutely, positively not… good….
"Heup, chuu… slurp, mwah… smack…."
Her sticky tongue pushed between my parted lips. Saliva with a faint taste of cigarettes filled my mouth. It was getting harder to breathe, so I swallowed it with a gulp. The woman seemed pleased that I'd drunk her essence; she let out a small, amused huff of laughter. Then she poured even more saliva into my mouth. Drink if you want. As if saying, you like it too, don't you?
Gulp—gulp—
She kept pouring her saliva down my throat as if it were nectar. When her tongue tried to pull back, I chased it with my own, begging for just a little more, just a little more. While my lower mouth endlessly climaxed and spurted nectar, my upper mouth replenished moisture with her saliva. As I displayed such a vulgar sight and felt joy from it… from outside the restroom filled with obscene wet sounds, I heard the light tap-tap of small dress shoes bouncing.
…It was Cha Eun-jung's footsteps.
At the same time, I finally came to my senses.
What the hell am I doing right now…?
I hurriedly tried to pull my mouth away, but the stall door burst open with a clack.
"…."
"…."
The woman who had been stealing my lips and Eun-jung, who had discovered us, both fell silent. After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Eun-jung finally spoke.
It was a rather attractive, husky voice. I still didn't know the woman's face or name, but at least now I knew her voice. As I lingered on the sound of it… the presence of both women had already vanished.
……Was I just going to stay tied up like this?
I sat on a bench next to the public restroom with the woman who had been violating Seon-ah. While I casually checked my phone, she spoke first.
"…Nothing much. I was just wondering if you enjoyed yourself."
She seemed taken aback by the unexpected answer. The elegant face that had been radiating composure stiffened slightly.
"Isn't that obvious?"
"No, that's not it."
I drove the final nail in for the woman who was ruffling her wavy brown hair in self-reproach.
"The truth is, you knew and still pretended not to notice because you wanted to fuck her—wanted to fuck Seon-ah, right?"
"…."
"From the start, you couldn't have missed the 'Under Repair' sign placed in front of the restroom door. It was obvious someone was standing guard so no one could enter."
"That… you probably wouldn't understand even if I told you, but since it ended up helping me, I'll explain."
The answer was so simple even an idiot could figure it out.
"It's so that Seon-ah can learn that it's not only men who lust after her body."
"That foolish girl… she still thinks the only ones who lust after her body are men. Even with a body that erotic."
"Is that something you should be saying after freely violating Seon-ah just moments ago?"
"…."
The woman fell silent, as if she'd swallowed a whole honeycomb. Well, I could understand. Until I witnessed Seon-ah's lewd side, even I hadn't felt any lust when looking at her body. But now… I couldn't even remember what that felt like.
"By the way, what's your name?"
"Hmm… Han Soo-hee. That's a pretty name. Here, put your number in for me."
I added Han Soo-hee's name to my phone's contacts and handed it to her. She frowned slightly, but seemed to catch on to my intention and took the phone, beginning to enter her number.
"I'll contact you when I need your help, Soo-hee. Please take good care of her then, just like today."
I took back the phone she returned and casually stuffed it into my handbag. No need to check it. The loss would be hers to bear.
"Well then, take care on your way home. I need to look after Seon-ah."
"…."
Han Soo-hee gave me a single glance as I waved, then turned and began walking away. With every step, her large hips wrapped in tight jeans swayed from side to side.
…Our Seon-ah really is blessed. In such a short time, a pretty older sister like that already latched onto her. If I don't want to lose, I'll have to work harder too.