Sticker Photo Booth Antics
“Take it?” Actually, it didn’t matter why Jung Taeyang was acting like this. I just wanted to snap the photo quick and head home. With that in mind, I hit the shutter button.
The screen started a three-second countdown. A mechanical voice I’d heard somewhere before began counting down, and only then did Jung Taeyang straighten his face and stare at the screen.
Click! The shutter sound rang out, and our image appeared on the screen. It was just a normal photo of a guy and a girl. The kind anyone would mistake for a couple’s pic—they looked that good together.
“...”
Well, couldn’t be helped. I was pretty to begin with, and Jung Taeyang wasn’t ugly or anything. That’s just how it looks when hot people pair up.
“Hmm...”
Feels kinda weird... Whatever. Jung Taeyang was excitedly fiddling with the photo left and right. Sticker booths let you decorate them in all sorts of ways, apparently.
“Adding stickers?”
“Would be a waste not to.”
Fair point. I had nothing to say to that. I just watched from the side as he decorated the photo.
“Hey, why hearts?”
“Weird?”
“No, it suits us fine...”
But it makes us look like a couple. The words rose in my throat, but I swallowed them. Saying that would make it seem like I cared. Didn’t want to give off the vibe that I was the only one hung up on it.
“Looks good?”
“Yeah.”
And soon enough, Jung Taeyang revealed the finished product. What the hell? The guy’s got magic hands. Even for a sticker photo, you could tell he’d done an amazing job.
“Not bad?” A bit couple-y, which felt odd, but still.
“Here.”
“What?”
As I was lost in thought, he suddenly handed me a pen. What’s this for? Before I could wonder, he started writing on the screen.
“You write something too.”
Oh, it’s one of those pens for that. He was scribbling something above his head. I stared, lost in thought. What should I write?
“What to put?”
I’m no good at creative stuff. Back in school, assignments like this always killed me. As I reminisced and pondered, Jung Taeyang finished his writing.
“Can’t think of anything?”
“Kinda?”
“Hmm, then...”
Jung Taeyang’s hand overlapped mine. He guided my hand to the screen and started writing—smooth strokes. After two characters, he let go.
I read what he’d written. “Pussy house...?”
“What do you think?”
“You fucking psycho!”
“Puhahaha!”
He burst out laughing. An arrow pointed to me, with “pussy house” scrawled above. This lunatic. If not for the hypnosis app, I’d have called the cops right then.
“Nah, just kidding. Kidding.”
As he said that, he erased it. He hit a button nearby, and the writing faded away. Then he handed me the pen again.
“Write whatever you want. Anything.”
“...Why ‘pussy house’?”
“Just messing around.”
“...You like writing that kinda shit?”
“A little...?”
“Sigh...”
The hypnosis app’s gone to his head. I pinched his side lightly and started writing.
“Huh?”
“...What.”
“Uh, well...”
Above the arrow, in cute, rounded letters: pussy house. No real ideas anyway, and common sense says go along with what guys say. Couldn’t be helped. Yeah, couldn’t be helped.
“Um...”
“What.”
“Your face is all red...”
“...I know.”
And he’s pitching a tent too. Thought I’d drained him plenty earlier, but here he was, hard again. Shameless dick.
“D-don’t poke.”
“Can’t help it, it’s stiff. Place is too cramped anyway.”
Making excuses... It is cramped, sure, but there’s room to turn if he wanted. Him prodding me with his hard dick was all his choice.
“Seriously, you monkey? Horny all damn day.”
“Pot calling the kettle black, no?”
“I’m the victim you did this to...!”
Even as I spoke, his dick kept poking. Started with taps on my arm, now jabbing my ass and belly...
“Ngh...”
I yanked my T-shirt up right away. Shirt lifted over my huge tits. Jung Taeyang stopped poking and stared.
“What? Isn’t this the kinda shot you wanted...?”
“...Wasn’t at first, but now it kinda is.”
“Eek...”
Embarrassed, I hit the shutter button immediately. The screen showed a weird couple: one with tits out, one tenting hard...
Click!
The shot captured it. I stared at the photo. My face stiff and flushed, nipples fully erect...
“Th-this is too embarrassing.”
“I’m super turned on though...”
Of course he was. No guy wouldn’t be. It was that slutty. I tried to skip it quick, but he grabbed the pen faster.
“Whatcha writing this time?”
“Don’t these tits make you wanna doodle?”
With that, he meticulously carved a perfect 正 on my breast. Skill so good, it looked like I’d done it myself for the photo.
“Whoa...”
At this point, pure admiration. Art career wasted on the hypnosis app, for sure.
“Next one, go harder?”
“...What now.”
No hesitation anymore—he dropped his pants. Sat me down and plopped his dick on my face.
“Hoo...♡”
God, making me sniff this scent...
“Ah, don’t lick.”
“Huh...?”
I flicked my tongue out a bit, and somehow he knew—he pulled back slightly.
“Aw, no...?”
“Lick it from there, I’ll allow it.”
I stretched hard, but whenever my tongue neared, he moved. Forgot all about the photo, just chased his dick with my tongue. Then—click!
“Huh...?”
The result: me, eyes glazed, drool dripping, tongue out chasing dick like a total perv...
“Ah, ugh...”
This is straight-up degenerate. Even I could see how trashy it looked.
“Th-this one’s...”
“What? Embarrassed?”
I ducked my head, speechless. Fuck, so fucking humiliating...
“Ah, that’s the last one.”
“D-done?”
Three shots total, apparently. The mechanical voice announced the end, and printing would start soon. I fixed my clothes quick and stood.
“Said no lewd stuff...”
“Yeah, but you tempted me.”
“...”
Wasn’t tempting. Jung Taeyang grabbed the printed sheets and headed out. Each scene printed in eight small copies, sticker-backed for sticking anywhere.
...Though only the first one was stickable. Even that looked too couple-y...
“Wanna stick these?”
He handed me a few. Then tried sticking the one of me lewdly tonguing after his dick on his phone case.
“Wh-why stick that...!”
I freaked, grabbing his hand. Even for him, this was too much, right?
“Why? It’s cute. Total dick-obsessed perv vibe—adorable.”
“N-no, if you stick that...”
I’d die of shame. He grinned, patted my head.
“Then this one okay?”
He showed the couple-y photo. Yeah, that much... fine.
“Ah, but if you stick that, you stick one too.”
“Me too?”
“Yeah. Or I stick this one.”
“You’re evil...”
No choice—I pulled out my phone. Small mercy it had the hypnosis app. Stuck the photo on the back.
“Ooh, feels like we’re dating...”
“We’re not dating.”
“Oh, right?”
He laughed awkwardly, grabbed my hand, and hurried off. Looked embarrassed for sure.
“...You’re a virgin, right?”
“N-no?”
Total virgin. Huh. But virgin who only hypnotized me, ignored other girls? What’s his deal.
“Mm, where to now?”
“Huh? Dunno?”
...Trying to drag me somewhere again?