A Woman's Comment and the Test's Call
I checked whether the photo had uploaded properly to my exposure account from inside the girls’ bathroom, then slid my phone back into my pocket.
“Let’s head back quickly. What was our next class again?”
“Probably math…?”
I walked down the hallway, chatting lightly with Eun-jung. The corridor air slipped beneath my skirt and chilled my utterly exposed lower body. The thought that an open window might flip the fabric up made me seize Eun-jung’s wrist and hurry toward the classroom with quick steps.
The instant I slid the classroom door open, every student’s gaze locked onto me. Their surprised eyes scanned my outfit from head to toe, busy and probing. …The embarrassment was so intense it felt like my face was on fire. I gave Eun-jung a quick glance in greeting, then rushed to my seat and sat down. The direct contact of my bare ass and pussy against the cold chair felt intensely… strange. Maybe I should bring a blanket starting tomorrow—I was thinking exactly that when my desk partner tapped my arm.
“…Did you alter your uniform for the new semester?”
“Uh, yeah…. Something like that.”
At my desk partner’s wide-eyed stare, I reluctantly nodded. She seemed to read my face and decide against asking anything more; she closed her mouth and turned back to the front.
…Thank goodness. I had no idea what I would have said if she’d pressed further.
That was how I endured the rest of class—feeling the insistent presence of the beads nestled between my pussy lips and the frequent sidelong glances from my friends.
When the teacher called my desk partner forward to solve a problem, I genuinely thought my heart would drop. If I had been chosen, I would have had to walk to the lectern in this state, hips wiggling with every step.
By the way, Eun-jung had suggested we look at the SNS comments together during this break, yet she showed no sign of coming over. Wondering what she was up to, I glanced her way and found her chatting with a group of other friends. That’s popular kids for you…. With no other choice, I went to Eun-jung’s seat myself.
“Um… Eun-jung.”
“Oh, Seon-ah? …Why did you shorten your uniform so drastically?”
“This is, well, a little mood-changer for the new semester…?”
“It definitely looks pretty on you—you have the figure for it. Your legs look incredibly long, too…. Right?”
“Yeah, totally. You should’ve shortened it ages ago. …It is pretty short, though.”
“It looks a bit excessive. Kind of… slutty.”
The girls who had been talking with Eun-jung each added their own comment. You don’t have to tell me—I already know. With my face ready to burst into flames, I sent Eun-jung a desperate look.
“Hey, girls, give me a moment. I’ll talk with Seon-ah and be right back.”
“Sure, take your time.”
I led Eun-jung back to the girls’ bathroom. We stepped into the same stall we had used last time, and I pulled out my phone.
“Shall we take a look?”
Eun-jung snatched the phone from my hand and opened the SNS app. A long string of comments scrolled into view beneath the post. The content itself was the usual fare—people saying they now knew which academy I attended so I should spread my pussy and wait, compliments on how pretty my pussy was, crude wishes to fuck me roughly with their cocks….
…Why have the comments felt so boring lately?
Eun-jung seemed to share my sentiment; she scrolled rapidly until she stopped cold at one section.
“Seon-ah. Look at this…. A girl saw your photo too.”
“A girl…?”
Where Eun-jung pointed, someone had openly stated they were female. I couldn’t be certain it was genuine, but the comment was there.
A real woman had looked at my exposure account? I had already learned the hard way through Han Soo-hee that my body could look lewd to women, yet the sheer novelty of a woman appearing on my account—usually viewed and commented on only by men—still fascinated me. Did this woman masturbate while staring at pictures of my breasts and pussy?
“Interesting, right? Your body seems to be a hit with women too.”
“Uh… yeah…”
“That girl wants to pin you underneath her and… thrust her fingers deep into your pussy…”
Eun-jung slid her hand beneath my skirt, toying with the entrance of my slit before pushing a finger inside to the first knuckle.
“Rubbing the inside of your pussy like this—then giving it light, deep thrusts…”
“Hngh, mmh, haaah…”
“A little higher up you’ll find that bumpy little G-spot. Pressing hard on it like this…”
“Haaang…! Haa, haaah…!”
“Shh. The other girls will hear.”
Eun-jung slipped the phone into her own pocket and used that hand to cover my mouth.
“Does it feel good when Sis touches you?”
“Mmph, mmmph…!”
“Pressing and rubbing your G-spot, circling it slowly—does that feel good?”
My pussy’s weakest point, my G-spot, was being relentlessly targeted. Even the ordinary scraping of my inner folds was enough to send sharp thrills through me, but this focused rubbing of my G-spot felt like every sensitive ridge was being stimulated at once. Each flick of Eun-jung’s finger made my heels lift off the floor of their own accord and my waist tremble violently. Chills raced up my spine, forcing my body to twist left and right. With other girls right outside the stall, any thrashing would give me away, so I threw both arms around Eun-jung and clung to her tightly.
“Oh my. Did Sis’s fingers feel that good?”
Eun-jung whispered the words into my ear in a low, gentle voice. …It really did sound like an older sister’s voice.
“You can cum as much as you want…. It would be strange if Ayeong’s pathetic little pussy didn’t cum…. Right?”
The finger that had been focused on my G-spot straightened and began thrusting deep and hard. The wet slapping of Eun-jung’s palm against my soaked pussy echoed inside the stall. My mind screamed that we would get caught, while my pussy surrendered to the pleasure and begged for more.
“Mmh, haaah…, hngh…”
With my mouth covered, lewd sounds leaked through my nose instead. Every upward stroke of her palm made my hips buck in response. I felt like I would cum any second—right here in the academy bathroom with girls just outside. I shook my head frantically at Eun-jung, but…
“Haa… chu, chup, chuup…”
Eun-jung must have interpreted my signal differently. She removed the hand over my mouth and sealed my lips with her own instead.
“Mmm, smack, mwah…, mwah…”
While our tongues tangled stickily above, her fingers continued to plunge fiercely below. Pleasure surged from both directions without pause. My mind began to float, growing hazy… Ah, I’m going to—
“Hey, are you okay?”
“Hngh…!”
Startled by the voice from outside, I reflexively clamped my thighs around Eun-jung’s wrist. I saw her brows furrow, but the fear that she would start thrusting again if I let go made me squeeze even harder.
“If it hurts that much, should I call the nurse? …Can you hear me?”
“Ah, yes…. I-I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt.”
“…Really? All right, then.”
The girl lingered for a moment, still sounding suspicious, but eventually walked away.
…I just lost ten years of my life.
“…Let go of my hand.”
“Ah.”
I released Eun-jung’s wrist from between my thighs.
“I thought you were going to snap it off…”
“…Sorry.”
Eun-jung rubbed her wrist and grumbled softly.
“Let’s head back. The bell’s about to ring.”
I followed Eun-jung out of the bathroom. With every step, the beads dragged across my pussy—still burning and hypersensitive from being edged—making my body flinch and shiver.
We were walking carefully back to the classroom when—
“Lee… Seon-ah?”
I ran straight into Kim Han-na.
“Why is your uniform…”
“Oops, I’m in a hurry so I’ll go on ahead!”
Eun-jung darted past the stunned Han-na like a rabbit. So I was the one who had to explain…
A quick glance at the time told me we still had a few minutes to talk.
“Han-na, wait. Let’s talk over there.”
I took her hand and led her toward the emergency stairwell. Since students rarely used these stairs, it was the perfect spot for private conversations.
“Isn’t that uniform way too short? I know it’s an all-girls building, but still…”
“This…?”
To be honest, it wasn’t comfortable at all. Even now, air kept brushing directly against my ass and pussy…. And every time someone’s eyes drifted to my thighs or hem, I felt like they could see the tiny string panties and bare skin beneath. My heart would pound, my pussy would grow even more sensitive, the beads would scrape my clit and folds with electric friction, and the cycle would start all over again—leaving me wet and aching. Simply walking around the academy kept dirty thoughts swirling in my head until I was in heat.
In fact, right now I’m wishing Han-na would thrust those fingers deep into the pussy Eun-jung left burning and soothe it for me. But using the Test as an excuse to satisfy my own lust would be betraying the friends who cared about me. I bit my lip and held the urge back somehow.
“I-I’m fine…. I can endure it.”
“…Lee Seon-ah.”
Han-na leaned close to my ear.
“After lunch, you know that kennel behind the building, right? Come there.”
“Huh?”
“We’re doing the Test… so be there.”
“…Yes!”
The thought that I would soon be allowed to feel incredibly good made my voice rise with unconscious excitement as I nodded eagerly to Han-na.