Exposure 2
I could never understand why girls take so many photos. I wasn't the type to snap pics much myself, and neither were my few friends. Sure, there are those super popular guys who do it all the time and post on Instagram... but that's got nothing to do with me, so whatever.
Every time I saw girls posing for shots, that thought crossed my mind. Isn't it a hassle? Why retake it over and over? I'd just snap one and call it done. If I had to guess now, maybe really pretty girls actually enjoy the process. There's gotta be something satisfying about seeing your gorgeous face on screen... I mused, staring at my reflection. Maybe it was because I still wasn't used to this female body, or maybe not.
Click.
The sound rang out as a full-body shot of me captured—completely nude, of course, every intimate detail exposed in stark clarity.
"Hmm..."
True to her role as the heroine of some adult game, this body wouldn't lose out to anyone. Not that I was thrilled it was mine. Anyway, right now I had to follow these ridiculous instructions. I'd knocked out the easiest one, the naked full-body pic, so next up were the rest.
"Like this?"
I spread my legs in front of the photo booth screen, flashing a V-sign with my fingers. The image staring back was utterly vulgar. I knew girls sometimes struck poses like this for ID photos, but I'd never done it myself as a guy. That unfamiliarity was probably why it felt so off-putting. Shaking off the weird vibe, I held the pose. The contrast between Lee Sebin's haughty beauty and the trashy stance stirred something strange inside me—a mix of my male mind and her hypnosis-induced exhibitionism, no doubt. Laughable that even "wholesome" shots like this triggered it...
"At this level of affliction, whatever."
This body got extremely aroused from the risk of getting caught. If it didn't excite me, that would be weirder.
Click.
Another clean shot. It'd be mortifying in real life, sure, but as an ID photo pose? Perfectly normal.
Next: ahegao face from the same position. I'd seen plenty online, but never tried it. Was this even possible in real life?
"Mm..."
I stuck out my tongue first, then rolled my eyes upward. Click. Checking the screen, there was Lee Sebin with a ridiculously dumb expression—not so much lewd as just stupid. But what could I do? I wasn't some ahegao pro. This would have to suffice.
"Now for the last one..."
The real problem: orgasm face. Biggest issue? No clue how to climax on demand. Lee Sebin's memories had zero masturbation experience, and as a guy, I knew jack about female self-pleasure. So, first orgasm right here in the booth? Yeah, right. I'd try, but odds were slim.
I leaned against the wall in a relaxed stance—sitting would've been ideal, but then no photo. Carefully, I reached down to touch my clitoris. I'd heard it was the main pleasure spot for women. Penetration felt too resistant, nipples less direct. And yeah, it lived up to the hype—sensitive as hell. Just fiddling sent tingles through me, like teasing a guy's glans. Felt good, but not that good—no instant explosion.
"Mm... harder?"
I pressed firmer, enough to see it squish. Still, something was missing.
"Ugh..."
I was going full throttle for pleasure, yet it just teased without delivering. Wrong approach? I paused crushing it, experimenting—rubbing, twisting. Minutes passed.
"Hngh!"
A moan slipped out unexpectedly. The hood had peeled back slightly, and I'd grazed the exposed bit. Touching it again: "Haa..." Real pleasure hit. This was it. Gingerly, I tugged the hood down fully—peeling it already felt good. Slow pulls drew soft moans despite my caution.
"...Can I even touch it directly?"
Once exposed, fear crept in. It felt amazing already—what if direct contact broke me? No choice, though. Steeling myself, I grasped my clit.
"Ohhh?!"
A deep moan surged from within. What the—why so sensitive? My legs nearly buckled.
"Ah, this'll work..."
Great news—I could actually cum. Set the timer for 30 seconds; should be plenty. Positioned dead center, one hand on clit, the other hovering over start. Pressed it, then began rubbing.
The screen counted down from 30.
"Uh, fuu, hah, hng, ohhh..."
Problem: my clit was way too sensitive.
"Nnghooo♡"
Way too soon, way too dramatically—I went off like a fountain, squirting everywhere despite it being my first time.
"Haa, haa..."
Screen still showed 15 seconds. Fifteen seconds flat for my first female orgasm.
"Ha, one more..."
No quitting now. Reached down again. Post-climax, it was hypersensitive—pleasure edging into pain.
"Hee, hng..."
Caught my breath; 5 seconds left. Light rubs, then at 1... pinched hard.
"Heeeek♡"
Click!
"Ha, haa, hng..."
Perfect timing—the screen showed me mid-squirt, climax face in full glory. For a first try? Damn good.
"Ow, haa..."
Legs gave out; I slumped to the floor. Puddles of my squirt soaked the ground like spilled water. Clean up? In this state? Impossible.
"Ah, my clothes are soaked too..."
Discarded outfit drenched in my love juices—blouse worse than the skirt. Still better than naked, so I wrung them out and dressed. Skirt mildly damp, but blouse? Utterly see-through. Pink bra glared through the transparent fabric—bold color didn't help.
"Should've skipped it."
Lee Sebin's habit, but annoying for me. Easier to ditch entirely—no bra, and from afar, nipples wouldn't show through the clinging wet blouse. Stashed the bra in my bag, tidied up.
Done here—head home, plan anti-hypnosis countermeasures.
"But where are the photos?"
First, grab 'em. Searched everywhere—no printer, no outlet.
"...They come out outside?"
Yeah, the exit outside dispensed them. Weird pics, but not that weird...
Suddenly, voices outside—guys being rowdy. Cracked the door: two dudes holding four photos.
"Whoa, what the fuck."
"This bitch is insane? Leaving these here?"
"If we snag her, we'd fuck her raw."
My ID shots in their hands. Wait, first time seeing others'? Whatever—I burst out, hiked up my skirt, and approached.
Gotta greet strangers properly, right?
"...Um, those are mine. Can I have them back?"
Their faces froze at the sight of me.