Pussy Management in the Restroom
"Excuse me, Cha Eun-jung."
"What is it, Lee Seon-ah?"
"This… this isn't right, is it? It's basically the same as not wearing panties at all…."
I pointed at the string thong and whined, only for Eun-jung to fix me with a resolute stare.
"Then why don't you try attending the academy with literally no panties?"
"I'll wear it."
…Yeah. Wearing something is still better than wearing nothing at all. Besides, the academy uniform skirt covers my thighs pretty well, so it should be okay. They wouldn't shorten the skirt on me, right?
"There's a restroom right over there. Let's go in together so you can try it on. I'll tell Han-na."
"…Okay."
True, this wasn't the kind of garment I could try on and then walk around in public… so we had no choice but to go inside together.
Luckily the women's restroom was empty, so no one witnessed the absurd sight of two girls slipping into the same stall.
That was how I ended up performing an impromptu strip show in front of Eun-jung.
As I unfastened and slid off my uniform skirt, I felt her eyes on me. What was she looking at? I followed her gaze and saw my white panties, the crotch dark and soaked with moisture.
…Ah.
I reached out in a panic to cover myself, but Eun-jung's hand was faster.
"Hngh…!"
Her palm glided over my pussy atop the fabric—stroking, caressing. The movement was endlessly gentle, like petting a baby, yet her middle finger tilted inward just enough to trace every inch of my slit in the most obscene way.
"Aht, ahng… haaang…."
I knew I should cover my mouth. I couldn't let my friend hear sounds like these, but I had no composure left to manage it. The soft stimulation against my pussy sent a completely different kind of shiver racing up my spine, different from when my breasts or ass were touched—an electric current shooting straight from my crotch to the top of my head.
"Hngh… heuk… haak…."
My legs felt ready to buckle, so I braced both hands on Eun-jung's shoulders. Noticing how weak I had become, she wrapped her left arm around my waist and gently lowered me onto the closed toilet lid. Then she stood at an angle beside me and continued stroking my pussy.
"Haa… haak, haak…."
With both hands clasped tightly over my chest, body trembling and breath ragged, I heard Eun-jung speak.
"That pervert tried to touch you right here, didn't he? It must have been terrifying… I'm sorry I realized so late."
"Ah, no… hngh! That's not it… I just didn't say anything, uht…."
"Still… it was because you stayed on the outside to protect us, wasn't it?"
The moment the words left her lips, the hand caressing my pussy moved faster. The middle finger tracing my slit pressed in more firmly. The chills rising from my lower body intensified until sparks burst across my vision.
"Ah, haak, haa, haak…!"
"After something like that, it's possible to develop trauma about being touched here…."
The rapid stimulation eased back into gentle strokes, letting me catch my breath for a brief moment.
"That's why I'm touching you like this. Forget that disgusting hand and remember only mine. Understand?"
…So that's what this was.
When Eun-jung had suddenly reached between my legs, I thought she was crossing the line from her usual teasing into outright harassment. But that wasn't it at all. She was doing this for me—worried the molester's touch might leave me traumatized, determined to keep me from falling into self-loathing. She was being this careful, this attentive.
"Lee Seon-ah. Answer me."
"Y-yes… I'll only remember your touch, hngh… I can't even recall that person's hand anymore…."
"Good. Then we're finished."
"Hngh…."
Eun-jung smiled in satisfaction at my answer and withdrew her hand. Without thinking, I pushed my hips forward to follow it, only to catch myself and quickly straighten. Luckily she didn't seem to notice my shameful reaction.
"So, did you like having your pussy touched?"
"P-pu…."
"What? Why are you so embarrassed? Oh, that's right—you've never once said the word 'pussy' before, have you?"
Eun-jung gave a small laugh, then tapped my pussy with her palm as she spoke.
Pat—pat—
"Come on. Repeat after me. Pu-ssy."
"Ah, nooo… don't…."
"Pu-ssy."
Pat-pat-pat—
When I refused to answer, the force of her palm tapping against my soaked crotch grew stronger. The wet, lewd sounds echoed inside the restroom stall. Each tap made my hips twitch, layering more stimulation on top of the rest.
…My body, which had cooled slightly, flared back to life. My head grew hazy.
"Eun-jung, I was wrong… hngh! There… s-stop…."
"Pu-ssy."
"…."
I looked up at her with pleading eyes, but her resolute face showed no intention of showing mercy.
Ugh….
"P-pussy… stop…."
"Hm? What was that?"
"Pussy… stop hitting it, please…."
Even though she'd clearly heard me, mischievous Eun-jung asked again. Only when I begged a second time did the hand slapping my pussy—my pussy—with those pat-pat sounds finally stop.
I let out a sigh of relief and tried to steady my ragged breathing. Honestly, I didn't know what else to feel, but the wet pat-pat-pat sounds as my pussy was struck through the soaked panties were unbearably embarrassing.
…It felt like proof that I really was a lewd woman.
"Seon-ah? Are you in there?"
"Huh?"
Han-na's voice came from outside the stall. We must have taken too long, so she had come looking.
"Uh, yeah. I'm in here with Eun-jung."
"Really? Hang on, I'm coming in too."
"Uh… huh?"
Before I could stop her, Han-na flung the stall door open.
…She saw everything.
….
I'd thought something might have happened when they took too long, so I came to the bathroom to check. Instead I found Lee Seon-ah sitting on the toilet lid with her legs spread wide, shamelessly showing off panties so drenched they had turned see-through, while Cha Eun-jung stood awkwardly beside her with a guilty expression.
Both of their faces were flushed deep red. It was obvious the two of them had already done something.
"Sigh…."
You should have invited me. I closed the door behind me and stepped fully into the stall. The space was surprisingly roomy—probably because it was a high-end mall.
"So, Miss Lee Seon-ah. What exactly were you doing that took so long?"
"…."
It was clearly pointless to expect an answer from the shy mess that was Seon-ah. I turned my gaze to Eun-jung, who finally offered a proper explanation.
"Well… Seon-ah suffered something awful earlier today, right? I was treating her."
"…Treating?"
"Yes, treating. I touched the spot where the pervert grabbed her and healed it for her."
…What kind of nonsense was this? I looked at Seon-ah in disbelief, and the girl blushed furiously while nodding her head up and down. She actually bought that? Oh dear….
I pressed a palm to my forehead and shook my head. It was a blessing that it was us. If she'd run into the wrong kind of man, who knows what would have happened….
"So? How do you feel after the treatment? All better?"
"Y-yes… Now I only remember Eun-jung's hand…."
…That sounded strangely suggestive. It seemed like she meant she'd forgotten the pervert's touch. In any case, Eun-jung had enjoyed herself alone until now. It was my turn.
"Hey, Cha Eun-jung. It's cramped in here, so go stand guard outside."
"Eh? Why? I haven't even seen Seon-ah change into—"
"Tsk… You already gave Seon-ah her 'treatment,' so now it's my turn to take care of her. Isn't that right?"
"…Fine."
When I subtly stressed the order of turns, Eun-jung obediently backed down. Once she had left and closed the door, I picked up the bag from the floor and pulled out the string thong.
…Wow. Now I understood why this had been in an adult shop. These weren't made to cover anything—they were made to display. Probably meant for loving couples to enjoy together.
And here we were, forcing it onto innocent, clueless Seon-ah.
…A sting of guilt pricked my chest. At the same time, the realization that we were completely dyeing this blank canvas of a girl in our own colors sent an intoxicating rush of pleasure through me.
"…Take off your panties."
"Eh? Ah, okay."
Seon-ah practically leapt to her feet and peeled her panties off before I'd even finished speaking.
…It was my first time seeing her most private place. Had she gone tanning? The skin normally hidden by her underwear had a soft tan tone. But when my gaze traveled lower, I saw perfectly smooth, hairless skin and the tightly closed, pale pink slit of her pussy. It was visibly wet, glistening, practically begging to be touched.
Seon-ah stood there awkwardly clutching the soaked panties, so I snatched them away and handed her the string thong instead.
"Put it on and stand up straight."
"…Okay."
Even though my voice was practically an order, Seon-ah obeyed with shy, hesitant movements. Watching her like this—watching her obey my every whim—made me want to bully her even more, to see her cry and whimper even harder.
Suppressing the urge to push her down right then and there, I observed as she stepped into the thong. Her long, lovely legs folded and unfolded, sliding through each side. Soon the strings settled around her waist.
It had looked lewd on the hanger, but seeing it on Seon-ah's lower body was something else entirely. Her already narrow waist was cinched by the horizontal string, emphasizing the dramatic curve of her wide hips. The vertical string running over her pussy, along with the little white beads, pressed between her folds and made her plump mound stand out even more invitingly.
The best part was how the string over her pussy had sunk slightly between her closed lips, barely visible. If she'd had hair it might have looked messy, but because she had a naturally smooth, pristine pussy, the sight was beautifully clean.
As I stared at her pussy, I finally couldn't hold back any longer and reached out my hand.