Common Sense Alteration Date 3
Just moments ago, someone must have seen what I was doing. And that someone was heading right toward us. The realization hit me like a jolt, flooding my body with tension all over again.
I snatched up the pink T-shirt in a panic. I fumbled for the neck hole to pull it over my head, but my nerves made my fingers clumsy—I couldn't even find the damn opening. All the while, the men were closing in. Their footsteps, faint at first, were growing louder and clearer.
I shot Taeyang a pleading look, my face twisted in desperation, but he just waved me off like it was no big deal—handle it yourself.
My heart pounded wildly. But down below... it was a full-on flood, soaked beyond words. Cursing my body for gushing love juice even in a situation like this, I finally started wrestling the T-shirt on.
Thud, thud. Before I knew it, the footsteps were right behind me.
I'd managed to pull on the pink T-shirt, but there was no time left to grab my panties or skirt. Luckily—if you could call it that—the shirt was long enough. If I tugged it down, it might just cover my lower half.
And the instant I yanked it into place...
Two guys appeared right beside us.
“...”
This was insane, no matter how you sliced it. The T-shirt barely skimmed my pussy—it wasn't even close to passing for proper clothes. A quick glance down revealed the chair, absolutely drenched in my juices, slick and shiny.
No guy in the world would miss what was going on after seeing that.
Sure enough, their eyes locked onto me, just as I'd feared. First came curiosity. Then, as their gazes dropped to my lower body, confusion flashed across their faces—followed swiftly by raw, hungry lust.
I hung my head, staring only at my legs. Or more precisely, at the hem of the T-shirt barely shielding my pussy. Somehow, it kept throbbing, squirting out more love juice, soaking the fabric right before my eyes. The pink material made the spreading wet spot obscenely visible.
“Whoa...”
One guy let out a low whistle, while the other swallowed hard. Tiny sounds to anyone else, but they hit me like thunder.
And then they stepped closer, drawn by instinct to get a better look.
I didn't even turn my head, but I felt them approaching. My pussy, that traitor, got even more excited on its own, leaking freely.
“U-um, excuse me...”
One of them finally spoke up, emboldened.
“Hey, what brings you to our table?”
Taeyang's voice cut in—he'd been watching the whole thing. I looked up to see him addressing them directly. The guys startled, like they'd only just noticed him, exchanging awkward glances before stammering out ridiculous excuses.
“Oh, haha... Thought this was the bathroom. Guess my eyes aren't what they used to be...”
“Ah, I see.”
All four of us knew it was bullshit, but no one was crass enough to call it out.
Shoulders slumped in a mix of arousal and embarrassment, the men shuffled back to their seats.
“Th-thanks...”
“Sebin.”
“Yeah?”
“Lift that up.”
He didn't need to specify what—it was obvious. The hem of my T-shirt, soaked through with my pussy juice.
Following his command felt natural, no resistance at all. I didn't want his disdain, after all. Taeyang peered intently at my dripping pussy. Not lustful, just pure curiosity.
I hadn't noticed it as a guy, but now I could read the emotions in a gaze like that.
“What're you thinking...?”
He stared for a good long while at my thoroughly drenched slit. If it had been lecherous, I'd have understood—but this innocent curiosity only made me more curious myself.
“Nah, just...”
His answer was absurd.
“Wondering how much of a pervert pussy it takes to squirt like this in a situation like that.”
His tone was dead serious, but the words were pure filth. I had no comeback—because he wasn't wrong.
Humiliation shook me to my core... and then...
“Ahh...!”
Squirt! Like a water gun, I blasted out a gush of tide.
No touch, just his gaze and those words. A pure squirting orgasm.
Even Taeyang looked surprised this time, chuckling as he started petting my head.
“Why're you petting me all of a sudden...?”
“'Cause you're too cute. What girl squirts from just a few words?”
“...”
Trembling with shame, I still couldn't pull away from his touch.
* And right after that, we left the café. Sure, my T-shirt and the floor were drenched in pussy juice, but we cleaned it up without issue. The café's tissues weren't enough, so I ended up using my panties instead... Though, thinking about it, he probably gave me the spare underwear planning for this exact scenario. No way he'd just hand them over otherwise.
Out on the street, we strolled along. Thanks to the game world, March brought warm spring breezes and blooming flowers instead of biting flower-viewing frost. Not that I could properly enjoy the sights—every time I swallowed semen, the rotor buzzed, making my pussy leak nonstop. I had to stay vigilant not to get caught.
“Hnnngh...!”
No panties meant the love juice dripped straight to the ground. I clamped my thighs together and waddled awkwardly to stem the flow. People stared oddly, but it beat letting them see the puddles.
“You okay?”
Taeyang asked gently. Sure, he was the cause of all this, but it wasn't hurting me any. If anything, I should be grateful.
Forcing a smile, I nodded. “Y-yeah...”
I'd meant to say I'm fine, but there was no room with semen sloshing in my mouth and the rotor tormenting my nipples and clit.
Soon enough, another orgasm crashed over me.
“...♡”
My legs shook like a newborn fawn's, my face twisting into that of a bitch in heat. I squeezed my thighs tight, but too much juice overflowed, pattering onto the pavement with wet plips.
I clung to Taeyang's arm for support. After a moment, I glanced around—no one seemed to be staring too hard. Not that I could do anything if they were.
“Hang in there a bit longer. We're almost there.”
“Okay...♡”
Our destination: a women's clothing store. I had no clothes left, and what I was wearing was pickled in love juice—Taeyang's reasoning. So, clothing store it was.
“Hah, hah...”
It wasn't far from the café—maybe a 10-minute walk. Yet here we were, 30 minutes in and still not there. Because I kept cumming, over and over...
And still, Taeyang waited patiently, looking after every little detail. If I'd been born a girl, I'd be head over heels. For real.
...Wait, I am a girl now.
The thought of my past life soured my mood a bit. Was it even a past life? Possession counts as reincarnation, I guess. Anyway, I'd lived over 20 years as a man back then. That's why Taeyang's care stirred this weird mix of butterflies and discomfort.
Sure, with a woman's body, acting the part made sense... but old values don't flip overnight.
...These thoughts were giving me a headache. A bad one.
I lifted the cup to shake it off, sucking through the straw. The fishy, hot semen taste filled my mouth.
“Haaah...♡”
The rotor kicked in automatically. Definitely calmed the body—and the headache vanished. Or rather, pleasure drowned out any room for pain.
Game buffs aside, this body's resilient. Felt like I'd cum at least 100 times in three days, yet I was still walking fine. Women can go multiple rounds, sure, but exhaustion's a thing. Taeyang must've blown his load dozens of times too.
Lost in those thoughts, riding out more orgasms, the store finally came into view. Stylish women's clothes displayed in the window. Legit place, classy even.
“It's... huge.”
And massive. But I was broke.