Shopping for the Test

Thank goodness… I nearly let that molester touch my most precious place.

…That aside, he kept groping me while we passed the other stations, so why did he suddenly stop? Is the pervert getting off here too? Well, whatever. It’s not like I care where that bastard gets off.

“So which exit do we take… Eun-jung?”

At some point Eun-jung had slipped her phone back into her pocket. She was now fidgeting with her right hand and giggling softly.

…What is she doing? Did that hand do something nice?

I turned away from her, only to meet Han-na’s gaze. She had been staring straight through me.

“What’s wrong, Han-na?”

“What did you mean earlier when you said ‘not there’?”

“…Huh?”

She must have heard me raise my voice to stop the molester’s hand from sliding lower. I thought the announcement had covered it….

“I’m asking what you meant by ‘not there.’ Don’t tell me you…”

It looked like Han-na had already guessed most of it. Better to just come clean.

I shook my head at her and pointed to the doors opening behind her back.

“Let’s get off first and talk. The train doors are open.”

Even then she kept whipping her head around, hunting for the culprit. I had to shove her forward before we finally managed to leave the train.

“Now tell me. It was a molester… right?”

“…Yeah.”

“A m-molester?”

Cha Eun-jung’s eyes flew wide at my confirmation.

“Then why didn’t you say anything? You should’ve snapped that bastard’s wrist so he’d learn his lesson.”

“It was crowded and I didn’t want to cause a scene… Plus we were finally going out together. I didn’t want to kill the mood…”

“Haa… So where exactly did he touch you? Did you see his face?”

“No. I never saw his face, only felt the hand. Um… but was it a man? It was too slender for a man’s hand, more like a woman’s…”

“Seon-ah…!”

While I was recalling the memory, Eun-jung suddenly wrapped her arms around my waist and began rubbing her face against me.

“I’m sorry. I was right beside you and still didn’t notice… If I hadn’t been staring at my phone…”

“…It’s fine. It’s over now. If anyone’s at fault, it’s me for staying quiet.”

“…”

Eun-jung still seemed unsatisfied; she kept nuzzling my stomach without stopping.

…With everyone around us watching, it was mortifying.

“Eun-jung, let’s go. We came to have fun, so we should actually enjoy ourselves. That’ll make me feel better too.”

“…Ugh. Hey, Cha Eun-jung. If you keep clinging like that you’ll only make Seon-ah uncomfortable. Let’s move.”

Only after Han-na grabbed her by the scruff of the neck did I finally escape.

“All right, let’s get going. Which way to the mall?”

I still don’t understand why I marched straight into this hell.

Staring at the ultra-mini skirt in my hands, I could only sigh.

“Still not done? Need help putting it on?”

“Ah, no. I’m almost finished…”

I stopped Eun-jung before she could slip into the fitting room, then slid my legs into the skirt.

…It was tiny. The waist fit, but my hips and ass made the hem ride up even higher. When I checked the full-length mirror inside the fitting room—

“Wow…”

Not only were my thighs completely exposed, the skirt barely covered anything below my groin. The rear view was even worse. One step and half my undercurve would be on full display…

Could I really walk around in something like this?

Judging by the context, these clothes were obviously meant for The Test. No matter what I wanted, I was going to end up wearing them.

I straightened the outfit as best I could and stepped out. Eun-jung, who had been waiting, looked me up and down and gave a silent nod.

Passing grade?

“I always knew your legs were long, but seeing them like this… you really are stunning.”

I turned toward the voice. Han-na stood there holding a pair of bright blue hot pants.

…Judging by the amount of fabric, those would barely cover half my ass—practically glorified panties.

Noticing my stare, Han-na held them out.

“What, you like these? Go try them on and show us.”

I went back into the fitting room and slipped on Han-na’s choice. Just as I feared, they were barely more than slightly oversized panties. Eun-jung’s skirt at least covered me if I stood still. These hot pants left the underside of my ass completely exposed even when I was motionless.

Um… weren’t these too revealing?

They looked like something a club hostess would wear. Then again, bikinis women wore without a second thought were just as exposing. Since this was for my exhibitionism test, this level of exposure was probably required.

If I tried to do the test without clothes like these, the only option would be wandering around naked under a coat.

I pictured myself exposing my bare body on the street, felt a strange flutter, and quickly shook the image away before stepping out of the fitting room.

The first thing I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠saw was Eun-jung holding a tight H-line mini skirt and blouse while Han-na clutched a white tank top. The two of them were arguing over who would dress me first.

…I just wanted to go home.

After we finished buying the clothes, we followed Han-na deeper into the mall until we reached a surprisingly modest-looking adult shop. Unlike the sleazy image I had in my head, the storefront was stylish and clean.

But… was it really okay to walk in wearing school uniforms?

I hesitated for a second. The other two immediately scolded me for getting shy now and dragged me inside.

…Right. In this game, the setting established that every student at the academy was twenty or older because of “adult circumstances.” That meant we were all legally adults too. First-years, so exactly twenty. Entering an adult shop wasn’t a problem.

Realizing that, I lifted my chin and started browsing with confidence—only to fail instantly.

Most of the male onaholes were simple cylinders and didn’t feel particularly obscene at a glance, but these dildos…

“Wow…”

“…”

Both ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Eun-jung and even Han-na stood with their mouths hanging open, staring intently at the display.

Seeing them with a woman’s eyes was embarrassing, yet undeniably fascinating. There were normal palm-sized ones, ones so enormous I wondered if they could actually fit, ones covered in bumpy ridges…

…Would I eventually end up pleasuring myself with something like that?

I hated the thought of being pinned beneath a real, living man, but toys like these seemed acceptable.

With a trembling hand I picked up one of the displayed dildos. A thick black monster that my fingers couldn’t even close around, carrying a faint silicone scent. The surface was even molded with realistic veins; it really did feel like I was holding an actual cock.

When I pressed it against my lower belly, the glans reached just above my navel.

Gulp. I swallowed without thinking.

If something this big went inside me… what would happen?

“Whoa, is that your type, Seon-ah?”

“E-eh? No, no! I was just looking…!”

Han-na had appeared beside me at some point. I hurriedly returned the dildo to its spot. She kept glancing between my face and the toy, making my cheeks burn scarlet.

“Hmm… Dildo play doesn’t sound bad, but let’s start with softer things without insertion for now.”

“…”

I’d thought she was just teasing me by looking back and forth, but apparently she was already imagining shoving that massive thing inside me.

There was no way that would fit…

I tried to ignore the strange, tingling ache in my lower belly. Han-na took my hand and led me elsewhere.

“I was thinking we’d test something like this first.”

“…O-okay.”

The corner she brought me to was the SM section. There were all kinds of blindfolds, fluffy fur-lined handcuffs, thin canes, and whips on display.

The blindfolds and cuffs made my heart flutter, but the punishment tools looked genuinely scary… Surely they wouldn’t use those?

I sneaked a glance at Han-na. She didn’t seem interested in the impact toys at all. Her attention was on the blindfolds, cuffs, oils, and lotions.

I was just letting out a quiet breath of relief when Eun-jung’s voice called from behind us.

“Haven’t you picked yet?”

“We’re basically done. Just need to put everything in the basket.”

“Then I’ll borrow Seon-ah for a minute. There’s something I want ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to try putting on her…”

“Sure, go ahead.”

What now?

In a store full of nothing but lewd items, what exactly was she planning to dress me in?

I turned around feeling like a cow being led to slaughter. Han-na caught my shoulder and whispered into my ear.

“Don’t worry. Instead of those scary tools, I’ll use my own hands. You’d like that better, right?”

“…Eep.”

Whether it was her breath tickling my ear or the fact that she had seen right through me, my face flushed crimson. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Without answering I fled Han-na and ran straight to Eun-jung.

“What’s with the red face? What did Han-na say to you?”

“N-nothing… Just show me what I’m supposed to try on…”

“Hehe…”

Eun-jung let out a playful little snort, tilted her head, then handed me the bag she was holding.

I opened the packaging. Inside were white beads and a tangled bundle of black strings.

…What is this?

It didn’t look like anything a person would wear. Did she give me the wrong bag?

“Um, Eun-jung? I think you handed me the wrong bag…”

“Really? Let me see… Nope, this is correct.”

“…?”

While I stood there confused, Eun-jung stretched the bundle of strings out with both hands. When fully extended it looked exactly like…

“…Panties?”

“Yep, panties!”

There wasn’t a single scrap of fabric. It was essentially just strings that would loop around my waist and crotch, with a line of woven beads running down the front where they would press directly against my most intimate spot.

…She expected me to wear this?

My head spun. I closed my eyes.