A Mortifying Commute to School
“Ahh...”
I felt like I was dying of embarrassment. As I walked alongside Jung Taeyang, I fidgeted with my body. Even if it looked like normal clothes to everyone else, all I could see were my jiggling breasts. And without any underwear, my nipples were rock-hard and poking out. At this rate, even others might notice them standing at attention.
I barely managed a few steps before grabbing Taeyang's sleeve. Sure enough, thanks to this damn exhibitionism fetish, my love juice was dripping down in steady drops. On top of that, we were in a bustling downtown area near the motel—plenty of office workers hurrying to work all around us. Even if I looked like just a girl in a skirt to them, there was no way I could wander around leaking pussy juice like this without getting caught.
Thinking about it only made me hornier. No, stop getting excited... Taeyang noticed my state and gently stroked my hair. It felt so good, so reassuring... No, that's not it. Because it felt nice, a few drops started trickling down my thighs. I shook off the urge to keep getting petted and pushed his hand away.
“Wh-what are we gonna do...”
“Uh... Honestly, I didn't think you'd leak this much just from the risk of being seen.”
My face burned red at his words. I hung my head, staring at the ground—and there were stains from my love juice splattered on it.
“Eek...”
It wasn't a huge puddle, just like a few drops of water, but anyone could guess what liquid it was coming from under my skirt. No helping it. Better to hurry.
“Let's go quick...”
Like a dog desperate for a walk, I tugged at Taeyang's sleeve with a whine. He let himself be pulled at first, then stopped dead in the middle for some reason. And there was no way I could drag him along with my strength.
“Wh-what are you gonna make me do now...”
A wave of unease washed over me. With Taeyang, it was definitely something weird again. I swallowed hard and waited for his command.
“C'mere.”
Taeyang spread his arms wide, inviting me into his embrace. I scurried right into his chest. He hugged me tight, petting my head as he said,
“You're too cute—I can't help it. Let's go like this.”
“H-huh?”
Was he crazy? Go to school hugged up like this? I glanced around. A few office workers were staring at us like we were some vigorous young couple. No, it's not like that...
“How am I supposed to walk like this...”
If we kept going, I'd have to walk backward while glued to him. No way I'd keep a decent pace, and backpedaling sounded impossible. But Taeyang just kept stroking my hair and said,
“Then cling to me.”
“Huh?”
“Like when you're getting railed—hang off me and get your head petted on the way.”
“N-no, th-that's...”
Even generously, couples hugging on the street might fly. Not that we were a couple or anything. Fine, whatever—but clinging on in doggy-style position all the way to school? That was straight-up insane. I could already imagine the stares.
“Why not?”
“People will look at us weird...”
“You won't get those looks anyway, right?”
“Huh?”
“Just bury your face in my chest and get petted.”
He had a point... With my head getting stroked while hugged tight, I'd zone out and not think about anything.
“Still, no...”
“Don't wanna get petted?”
He pulled his hand away as he said it.
“Ah, no! Pet me...”
I grabbed his hand and placed it back on my head. ...Wait. Did I like getting petted that much?
“Ah, no, that's not—um...”
“Cling on.”
“Yesss...♡”
Screw it. This was just because of the clothes. I couldn't walk properly in this outfit anyway... Yeah, that's it.
I grabbed Taeyang's shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist. He held me up with one arm while petting me with the other. I couldn't see, but everyone must be staring... Anyway, as we moved like that, a worry suddenly hit me. Even for Taeyang, holding me one-handed couldn't be easy.
I whispered anxiously from his chest,
“Am I not heavy...?”
Even as a girl with no real body fat in some places, my breasts and hips were loaded. At this size, I had to weigh at least 50 kilos—would he be okay?
“Nah, you're fine? Super light.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. You could gain more and it'd still be good.”
A bit suspicious, but his voice didn't sound strained, so I let it slide. Maybe this game-character body really was light, or Taeyang was just that strong. Or both. I giggled at the silly thought.
*
“Ah, we're here.”
Taeyang muttered as he stopped in front of the school gate. I felt a pang of regret, but we'd arrived—he'd have to put me down now. So he thought, hugging Lee Sebin even tighter.
“...”
But Sebin showed no sign of getting down. She clung to him just as fiercely, even guiding his hand to pet her head herself. Guess the 20 minutes of head pats had won her over.
Fuck, she's turning me on...
Taeyang felt himself stirring below at the sight. Cute. But hot. He'd thought those couldn't coexist, but here was proof—right in his arms.
“...”
Taeyang started petting her head again. Sebin let out a cute “hehe...” giggle and buried her face deeper into his chest.
She's so fucking hot... insane...
Her huge tits and ass already felt amazing pressed against him. And with that see-through outfit, it was a feast for the eyes. When she acted this cute on top of it, how could he not get hard? Taeyang felt his cock swelling, but he didn't stop petting her with one hand.
...Should I just slide it in.
This school was under his hypnosis anyway. Even if he fucked Sebin right there, everyone knew she was his dedicated fucktoy—they wouldn't bat an eye.
Taeyang pondered as his swollen cock bumped against her. Sebin was too slutty. From head to toe, even her innocent bits were hot in a cute way. Who else combined cute and lewd like this?
“Nah, no...”
He shook his head. Watching her face melt sluttily would be fun, but right now, he wanted more of this cute side. Even if it was lewdly cute.
Taeyang walked toward the classroom still hugging her tight. A few people startled at the sight but recognized them and nodded in understanding. Of course—Lee Sebin and Jung Taeyang were the school's official fucktoy and owner.
A sense of superiority washed over him. He strode down the hall, up the stairs, and into the classroom. And there he spotted one girl.
Choi Yubin...
The pink-haired Choi Yubin was in the corner of the room, servicing someone. But her expression was off. Before, she'd faked pleasure even if forced—now, she looked like she was making it obvious she hated it. He figured out why quick enough.
Her face changed the moment she saw Taeyang.
“Hah...♡”
Yubin let out a short moan, then broke into a happy smile at the sight of him. But seeing Sebin in his arms, jealousy flashed across her face unbidden.
Taeyang interpreted it differently, though.
Happy to see Sebin, pissed to see me.
Grinning, he petted Sebin even more enthusiastically. She shuddered in delight, like she was overwhelmed. Yubin's face soured further.
Exactly...
Taeyang still believed Yubin had a thing for Sebin. So he made a pointless vow. He'd never let her steal Sebin away.
Of course, Yubin's jealousy was aimed at Sebin, not him—but Taeyang had no way of knowing that.
“Haa...♡”
Generously petted in Taeyang's arms, Sebin basked in satisfaction, blissfully unaware.