Climax, and the Way Home
"Huh? H-Han-na?"
"Wait a second. Let me fix the strings for you."
I brushed off Seon-ah's protest and pressed my middle and ring fingers together against her pussy. …It was soaking wet, sticky, and above all, incredibly hot. My fingers, buried in her plump folds, felt the same scorching heat.
"Just bear with it a little. The string is completely caught in here. If we leave it like this, it'll be uncomfortable every time you move."
"U-uh… hngh…!"
While speaking, I rubbed her pussy lips under the pretense of an accident. A sound like a choked sob escaped her.
I ignored it and spread her slick folds wide apart. With a wet schlorp, Seon-ah's steaming inner flesh was revealed, along with the black string completely drenched in her juices.
The nectar flowing from her entrance ran down the string panties, pooling visibly before the weight became too much. It began dripping in heavy drops—plop, plop.
Watching it, I felt a strange thirst rise in my throat.
"H-Han-na… hurry…."
"I know. Hold on."
At Seon-ah's urging, I flicked the spread lips with my fingers, letting them snap shut. Her pussy immediately clamped down again, greedily swallowing the black string that crossed its center. The way it drooled and pulsed, it really did look like a living thing.
"H-how is it?"
"Hmm… it looks like just spreading your pussy isn't enough to fix it."
"P-pussy… anyway, then can we stop now—hngh!"
Snap— I yanked the string buried in her pussy downward and let it go. It sprang back into place with a lively sound. The black string was swallowed by her pussy as if it belonged there. I pulled it again. Released it. Pulled. Released. Pulled. Released.
Snap— Snap— Snap— Snap—
"Hak… haah…! Ahn, ahng, haaaang…!"
The wet slapping sounds against her soaked skin mingled with Seon-ah's sweet moans, tickling my ears. For some reason, her pussy kept inching closer to my face. When I glanced up, I saw Lee Seon-ah had arched her back, thrust her hips toward me, and was gripping the toilet behind her with both arms stretched back.
Her eyes were unfocused, staring at the ceiling. Her mouth hung open stupidly as drool spilled down her chin. As a reward for showing me that pathetic face, I pulled the lower string even farther down than before.
At this rate the waistband might slip off, but her perfect, childbearing hips refused to let it. The string that had formed a straight line across her waist now stretched into a precarious V-shape.
When the tormenting stimulation vanished, Seon-ah, who had been staring blankly at the ceiling, lowered her gaze to look at me. At that exact moment, I released the tightly pulled string.
Slap—!
"Hngiiiiiiiiiit…!!"
With a magnificent moan I'd never heard from her before, Seon-ah climaxed. Clear fluid gushed from her pussy in powerful spurts as her arched body twitched and convulsed in tiny spasms.
And I had to pay the price for making her cum too easily.
"…"
…Getting hit in the face with Seon-ah's squirt somehow felt more like a reward than a punishment. I slipped my tongue out and licked the nectar clinging to my lips, savoring the taste.
…It was incredibly lewd.
I pulled a wet wipe from the bag hanging on the stall door and meticulously cleaned my face. When I brought it to my nose, Seon-ah's obscene scent cut through the faint lemon fragrance. I filled my lungs with it, then neatly folded the wipe and sealed it in a plastic bag.
After tidying up and turning around, I saw her.
"Hak, haah… haah…."
Seon-ah was slumped over the toilet, breathing hard. Between her spread, powerless thighs, her flushed red pussy was completely exposed. Even her perineum and anus glistened with her juices.
I took out another wet wipe and pressed it roughly against her pussy, scrubbing hard. Seon-ah's hips jerked as she began making those strange little noises again—hngh, hngh. It was delightful to my ears. Of course. When her friend was personally cleaning up her pathetic little cunt, she ought to offer at least this much reward.
But no matter how much I wiped, it wouldn't dry. What was this? Not a pussy but an endless spring?
I gave up on the pussy that kept getting wet in real time and only cleaned the nectar that had dripped down her thighs. After a moment of hesitation, I tossed the wipe into the trash.
"Haah… haah…."
I watched contentedly as Seon-ah's chest rose and fell, then checked the time on my phone. It was time to head home.
"Seon-ah, we need to go now. …Lee Seon-ah?"
"U-uhuh…."
Seon-ah struggled to her feet and began pulling her school skirt back on. The fact that she didn't even ask about the string panties suggested she'd already forgotten what she'd just gone through. …If she was going to let it slide, that was fine by me.
When we left the bathroom together, Cha Eun-jung, who had been checking her phone by the door, turned to look at us.
"I wanted to see it too. The string panties…."
Cha Eun-jung wore an incredibly aggrieved expression. Still, the fact that she didn't ask what we'd done inside meant she had probably guessed. Missing a sight like that was practically losing half your life. Of course, it was an outfit she could see anytime she wanted.
I considered lifting Seon-ah's skirt for a moment to show her but decided against it. There were no visible security cameras, but if any were hidden, it would be trouble. Instead, I handed Eun-jung the panties Seon-ah had been wearing.
"Huh? This…?"
"Ah…!"
Cha Eun-jung stared at the damp white panties with greedy eyes while Lee Seon-ah's own eyes widened like a startled rabbit at the sight of her underwear in someone else's hand. When Seon-ah reached out to snatch them back, I slapped her hand away.
"Today is the first day you've worn the new panties. To help you get used to them, you're going to wear only these all day. If I give these back, you might change midway, so they're confiscated."
Lee Seon-ah's face crumpled in despair. Even that expression was unbearably cute.
"…Then can I keep these?"
"Yeah."
Eun-jung giggled and stuffed Seon-ah's panties into her own pocket. …Honestly, that was hardly behavior befitting a young lady.
"T-then… how are we getting home? I'm still scared to ride the train wearing something like this…."
"It's fine. After all that commotion, you didn't seriously think we'd take the train again, did you? Let's take a taxi back to the academy."
"Ah, then I'll call a taxi. I'll handle it."
Perhaps because the events of the day were still fresh, Seon-ah's body had gone rigid. I soothed her as we left the department store. The sun had already begun to set, dyeing the city in deep crimson.
As I watched the scene, I slipped an arm around Seon-ah's waist. She gently leaned into me. Bathed in the sunset glow, Seon-ah sparkled brilliantly… so beautiful she almost didn't seem like a person from this world.
"Lee Seon-ah, take this."
"Huh? Oh, okay."
I accepted the shopping bag Eun-jung offered. Was it the clothes we'd bought earlier?
"I put spare clothes and extra string panties inside. They're for The Test, so keep them safe at home."
"…Okay."
A super-mini skirt, hot pants that were practically panties, a skin-tight super-mini dress… Just thinking about the contents made my head spin, so I quickly shoved the shopping bag into my school bag.
After that, Eun-jung said she had plans and left first. But why was Han-na still here?
"…This."
"What is it?"
Another shopping bag from Han-na. When I peeked inside, I found an eye mask, handcuffs, rotors, and other SM toys… along with a large black box.
What was this now?
"That box is for later, so absolutely do not open it. Understand?"
I nodded at Han-na's earnest warning. If I was going to suffer anyway, it would be better to remain ignorant until the moment came. That way was happier.
After parting with Han-na, I headed home.
…The feeling of the skirt brushing against my bare ass was far too unfamiliar. With every step, the string swallowed by my pussy dug deeper, and the beads rubbed against my clit and labia.
"Hngh…."
I pressed my thighs together and took each step with extreme care. The stimulation between my legs only grew stronger. My pussy, already burning and soaked beyond measure, began to throb—buzzing, pulsing.
I held back the sweet moans threatening to spill from my lips and kept walking. That's when I felt their eyes on me. Not ordinary glances—these were eyes that licked over me with raw lust.
Still, I could understand why. Right now I must have been wearing the face of a bitch in full heat. If even I could feel it this strongly, I could only imagine how I looked to others….
Could they tell I was wearing this kind of underwear under my skirt? If they knew, what kind of eyes would they look at me with? Contempt? Or eyes clouded with filthy desire?
What if someone reported me to the police and the whole world found out what a perverted girl I was? Or maybe people who thought a slut like me deserved anything would drag me into a dark alley and rape me by force.
Even if I begged them to stop, they'd grope me anyway, take photos, threaten to spread them at the academy, force the panties drenched in my juices into my mouth like a gag, surround me and….
…My body grew even hotter.
Torn between the urge to show this perverted side of myself and the fear of being seen, I kept walking until I somehow arrived in front of my house. My legs felt strangely wet. When I looked down, I saw that my juices had run all the way down my thighs to my knees.
What… what on earth had I done?