The Lesbian Bar
"I'll return the key~ 🤍"
"Yes, thank y—aaah?!?!?"
When Jihee handed the key to the young woman working the counter—who had been staring at her phone—the part-timer didn't notice at first. The moment she looked up from the screen and saw Jihee, she cried out without meaning to.
Jihee was bowing her head slightly as she held out the key, and the sheer black shirt left nothing of her chest to the imagination. Faced with a sudden apparition of pure obscenity, the girl behind the counter could hardly have reacted any other way.
"Come on. Let's go."
"Hngh— 🤍 Yes, Dohee-nim 🤍"
Beside her, a healthy, athletic-looking woman gave the dog collar a tug, and the other woman followed at once in polite, deferential speech—exactly the kind of scene the part-timer had only ever seen in porn. She couldn't tear her eyes away. She could only stand there stammering, staring.
"Let's go……"
"Yes, Seohee-nim 🤍"
"!!!!!!!"
Jihee's appearance alone had been shocking enough. What made it worse was that another woman in a similar state of undress was being led out as well—this time by a short girl holding the leash and pulling her along.
The scene was so filthy it barely felt real. Even after the women had left, the part-timer stood frozen in place for a full ten minutes. Then, half in disbelief, she went to check the room they had used.
"Hnnnngh 🤍"
The room reeked of a bitch in heat. The wet patches slicked across the floor were unmistakably love juices—she could tell at a glance.
In the end, the part-timer went straight home, got herself off in a frenzy of excitement, and posted everything she had witnessed on a community board. For a while afterward, rumors flew about a pack of outrageously perverted women roaming the area, and motel staff all over town started showing up for their shifts hoping they might catch a glimpse of them.
W-walking around looking like this… 🤍 It's even worse than the exposure I do in the mornings… 🤍🤍🤍
Every morning Secretary Lee put herself on display, casually scattering sexual heat for strangers to notice—enough that photos of her pussy and breasts had already started circulating online. But she had never once walked around so openly broadcasting I'm a bitch in heat like this.
"Hey, hey—look over there."
"Holy shit……"
"Are they shooting porn or what?"
Everyone who passed them or caught sight of them whispered in open shock. Secretary Lee's nerves were so raw that fragments of conversation reached her ears clearly—and every single one of them was about how cheap and filthy they looked.
Masks and sunglasses hid their faces, so their identities wouldn't get out. But simply walking around like this was proof enough that none of them were normal.
Two women in see-through shirts that left their breasts completely exposed, collared like dogs and being led along by other women—they looked like nothing so much as slaves.
"Hurry…… up."
Yank.
"Ah— 🤍 Y-yes, Seohee-nim 🤍🤍"
Anxiety had slowed her steps without her realizing it. Seohee showed no mercy, jerking the leash and ordering her to keep up.
The slave secretary answered loud enough for strangers to hear, calling her Seohee-nim and leaving no one in any doubt about what she was.
"Yo, check out the tits on that bitch."
"The one behind her is stacked too."
"I wanna smack those milkers around."
Secretary Lee was put on lewd display herself—but when it came to raw female heat, cheap vulgarity, and pure filth, she still couldn't touch Jihee.
Those enormous H-cup breasts swayed heavily with every step, rolling in an obscenely liquid motion, and most of the stares locked onto Jihee.
While Secretary Lee could barely walk straight from sheer tension, Jihee moved with calm, unshaken confidence, nipples standing stiff and proud under the weight of every watching eye.
"We're…… almost…… there……"
Once they left the main strip, the crowds thinned dramatically, though a few people were still around. The difference was that most of them were women now. Men were scarce.
The stares feel different… 🤍
Earlier, people had gawked in open astonishment. The women watching them now were smiling as they looked—appraising them.
A little farther on, they stopped in front of a building. White letters on a black background spelled out Lilium. Full of anticipation for whatever secret space waited inside, Secretary Lee was pulled through the door by Seohee's hand on the leash.
"Welcome~ 🤍"
Inside, a woman behind the bar looked their way and greeted them. She was a certain age, dressed in a rather provocative gown and made up heavily. Her features were ordinary enough, but she gave off a surprisingly thick aura of sexual heat.
"Rather bold guests, aren't you~"
She looked them over. For a moment she seemed faintly startled, then quickly composed her expression and regarded them with open interest.
The place had a fair number of customers—every last one of them a woman. Most wore the kind of revealing clothes you almost never saw out in ordinary life, and without the slightest concern for anyone watching they were locked in deep kisses, hands roaming over each other's bodies. No one could have mistaken what kind of bar this was.
So this is a lesbian bar… 🤍 Hahhn 🤍
She was a lesbian herself and had met plenty of women, but she had never set foot in a place like this. There had never been any need. Girlfriends had always been around; sexual hunger had always been easy to satisfy. Coming here had simply never seemed necessary.
Ah— 🤍 They're having sex over there… 🤍
While she scanned the bar with open curiosity, she spotted women in the distance slipping hands under each other's clothes, working at each other in lewd secrecy—and her excitement climbed even higher.
"Heh heh heh 🤍 Doesn't look like you're the vanilla type, then 🤍"
"Yes. We'll take the hard floor."
"Got it~ 🤍 It's been a while since guests walked in looking this brazen 🤍 Don't tell me you came here dressed like that from the start?"
Tug.
"Nngh— 🤍 Yes. From the beginning, Seo—my Trainer has had me by the dog collar 🤍"
When Seohee gave the leash a light pull, the quick-witted Secretary Lee answered in her place.
"And so well trained, too…… I'm envious 🤍 The girl I keep still has a long way to go. It's a little disappointing 🤍"
The woman looked at Seohee with genuine envy, then turned her gaze on the lewdly displayed secretary and ran her tongue over her lips—the look of someone who had just spotted a delicious meal and made no effort to hide how badly she wanted it.
"No…… she belongs…… to Master……"
"Master? My, my 🤍 Even more impressive than I thought~ 🤍"
Seohee's words were enough. The woman understood at once and laughed with pure delight.
"Look at me getting distracted. This way, please~ 🤍 I'll show you in."
She hadn't forgotten her job, at least. She led them away from the main floor toward a separate area.
As they descended a level, the moans of lewd women grew steadily louder.
"Here we are. Enjoy yourselves~ 🤍"
One floor down, an entirely different world opened up.
Upstairs the atmosphere had already been plenty filthy—closeted lesbians spending honest time with their lovers. What spread out before their eyes now went far beyond that.
Most of the women were naked. Even those still wearing clothes had chosen crude outfits that left breasts, pussies, or asses completely exposed, and they walked around in them without a shred of shame.
Secretary Lee and Jihee almost looked modest by comparison.
Squish. Squish. Squish.
"Haaahn 🤍🤍 My Queen 🤍🤍"
And of course the bitches living purely by instinct were getting their cunts stuffed, screaming out cheap, filthy cries of pleasure as their juices ran down their thighs.
It was a kingdom of the wild—nothing left but instinct and lust. Slaves like Secretary Lee and masters like Jihee and Seohee mixed together freely, the whole place thick with the smell of female heat.
"Let's head to our seats."
"Yes~ 🤍 Dohee-nim 🤍"
Even here, Jihee's group—everyone except the secretary—moved as if they belonged, heading straight for their table. Secretary Lee, still on the leash, was pulled along naturally after them.
The seating was a round table ringed by a circular sofa, arranged so they could face one another.
It was quite a luxurious design. Dohee and Seohee settled onto the sofa. Jihee, without a second thought, knelt on the rug spread across the floor.
Secretary Lee took the hint and knelt on the rug as well, waiting for her masters' orders.
"How do you like it here, Secretary Lee 🤍"
"Yes. It's my first time, but…… it's an extremely exciting place 🤍"
"First the two of you need to look the part. Both of you—strip."
"Yes 🤍"
"Yes 🤍"
Neither Jihee nor Secretary Lee had come out in anything resembling proper clothing to begin with. In moments they were naked except for the dog collars—slaves, pure and simple.
"Already drooling cunt juice everywhere? Hopeless pig bitches, the both of you."
"Yeees 🤍 Jihee is a sow in heat 🤍 Please use me as your toy 🤍"
Not a shred of pride remained. Jihee immediately pressed her face to the floor, kissed Dohee's foot, and fawned against it.
"S-Seohee-nim, please use me too 🤍 Make me Seohee-nim's sow 🤍 Mwah 🤍 Mwah 🤍"
Secretary Lee couldn't hold her own excitement back either. She moved first, pressing her lips to Seohee's foot the same way Jihee had.
"Here…… lick 🤍"
"Yeees 🤍🤍"
Seohee seemed pleased with the secretary's initiative. She slowly parted her legs.
As the skirted thighs opened, a bare, smooth pussy came fully into view—she wasn't wearing a thing underneath.
"Yeees 🤍 Thank you, Seohee-nim 🤍 Mmmpph 🤍 Schluurp 🤍 Shhlurp 🤍"
And so Secretary Lee's first experience began.