How Does Brother Namgung Know About Manspreading…?
Back to the present moment—class time.
Wiiing—
"Huuuuh…."
I sat in the very back row, both hands clamped over my mouth to stifle the soft moans as I endured the plug's vibration.
Wiiiiiiing—
"Huuuh, haaah…."
But this vibration was far more intense than anything I had endured today, steadily driving my flushed body toward climax.
Hnnngh, I'm gonna come….
Just as I was about to crest that peak—
Click—
I-I knew it…
You're not going to let me finish….
Somehow the plug had stopped vibrating at the most exquisite moment. I clenched my hips around it desperately, trying to force myself over the edge, but that alone was nowhere near enough.
Next time it starts, if I lean over the desk and touch my chest… I think I could come….
With my climax held hostage, my goal had quietly shifted from enduring the pleasure to chasing the orgasm itself. Even though I was only in the back row, I found myself ready to slip a hand under my top and fondle my own chest in the middle of class—an utterly shameless act—when…
"Hyung-ah… you know you're not allowed to touch yourself, right…?"
"Nngh…."
I had no idea how he noticed, but my attempt at masturbation was shut down by Maeng Harang's whisper before it even began.
"I-I wasn't going to do anything like that…!"
As I stammered a flustered denial, Maeng Harang gave me that signature half-lidded, sly little smile of his.
"Really—?
If hyung-ah says so, then fine, I guess.
Anyway, the vibration seems to be giving you a hard time—?
If you agree to follow a new rule, I can stop it for you…"
"R-really…?
You can stop the vibration?"
So this plug wasn't running on some automatic program after all. I half-doubted him, but Maeng Harang remained perfectly at ease.
"Don't believe me if you don't want to.
Watching hyung-ah suffer without ever getting to come is fun too."
"Ugh….
Th-then… what rule am I supposed to follow…?"
"Well, you see—"
Whisper whisper—
The "rule" Maeng Harang proposed was so mortifying I could barely bring myself to say it out loud, but after agonizing over it I decided to accept.
The reason being…
"That new one that's out is pretty fun, right—?"
"Yeah, the one about the loner girl from the Starving Society who plays an instrument so she can join the Human Society?"
"Oh that one, I saw it too…."
Maeng Harang, Im Seowol, and I were sitting side by side chatting over a meal when Maeng Harang suddenly stood up.
"Ah, hang on, you guys keep eating—
I'll be right back!"
"Huuuh…."
The moment he disappeared, I snapped my widely spread legs shut.
That was the first of Maeng Harang's "rules."
Whenever I sat in a chair, I had to keep my legs open.
Thanks to the short skirt, spreading my legs meant that from the front—though the cock locked inside the chastity belt wasn't obvious—the slight bulge of my balls pressing against my underwear would be clearly visible. And sure enough, passersby kept glancing between my thighs.
Ugh, so embarrassing….
Strictly speaking, masturbating outdoors while sniffing cum-soaked underwear had been far more shameless, but that had been at night in a deserted back alley where no one could see. Sitting with my legs spread while eating in broad daylight was literally flashing my underwear at every stranger who walked by.
The shame made my head spin, yet when I thought about it carefully, at least I could close my legs whenever Maeng Harang wasn't around. In exchange for the plug currently nestled in my ass not vibrating, keeping my legs open was a bargain I could live with.
What scared me more was the thought that, just as I had grown used to clothes that left my navel and the lower curve of my ass completely exposed, I might grow used to sitting with my legs splayed wide open.
Before I started following Brother Namgung, I never would have imagined doing something like this….
The creeping suspicion that I was slowly turning into a pervert rose unbidden.
Haa, if I keep thinking like that I'll never stop….
I pulled myself together and glanced at Im Seowol, only to find him staring at my legs as well. When our eyes met he looked away, flustered.
Looking at his face, I noticed the basic makeup had settled beautifully, enhancing the already cute features and giving him an even more androgynous charm. With looks like that he could easily captivate not only women but also men who preferred androgynous girls, depending on how he carried himself.
"H-hey, Seowol. Your makeup… looks really good?"
"Yeah."
His short reply came out a little subdued.
"It suits you.
I-I mean it….
If I were a girl, I'd totally fall for you, you know?"
"…Really?"
There's a saying that praise can embarrass the giver more than the receiver. At first Im Seowol had reacted lukewarmly to my compliments, but as I kept going on about how perfectly the makeup brought out his features, he seemed to take the praise at face value and looked a little happier.
…I left out the part about men finding him attractive too, since I doubted he'd enjoy that, but he was pleased with the compliments, so it worked out.
"Um… walking around today I noticed… are there usually a lot of students dressed this boldly…?"
I asked because the old rule about men and women not sitting together after age seven seemed to have vanished entirely. Some of the female students at the academy—surely they weren't cross-dressing like me and Maeng Harang—were walking around in outfits just as daring as mine, and a few were even making out with guys in secluded corners.
"Ah, those are usually the preparatory students, though you see it among regular students too sometimes.
As long as you keep your grades up, the academy doesn't really care about clothes or… private matters.
Everyone's an adult, and none of us hold official posts yet."
"Ahh…."
It's freer than I expected…?
"And women who act too cheap usually get looked down on by other women.
From a guy's perspective, though… not so much?"
"I see…."
I kept chatting with Im Seowol while we waited for Maeng Harang to return.
"Sorry for the wait—?
We've still got plenty of time until afternoon classes, so let's go for a walk!"
"Yeah…."
Click click—
I was in high heels, Maeng Harang in low-heeled shoes, Im Seowol in flats. Each of us made a different sound as we wandered the academy grounds until someone called out to me.
"Hey, earlier I saw you sitting with your legs open showing off your underwear….
How about it? Wanna come have some fun with the three of us?"
The ones openly hitting on me were two louche-looking delinquent students.
"I-I, um…"
I glanced at the others. Im Seowol was deliberately looking away and pretending not to notice, while Maeng Harang watched me with a sly grin.
"We like you. Come play with us."
"Uuu…."
The reason I couldn't just refuse their advances outright was the second rule Maeng Harang had offered in exchange for stopping the plug's vibration.
That second rule was: "Even if you get harassed or groped, you must not resist or refuse."
…More precisely, anything involving hands or mouth was non-negotiable, though I was allowed to refuse actual sex. Still.
This was my own mistake. I had accepted the proposal thinking no one would dare do something like that in broad daylight inside the academy—this wasn't the red-light district at night. My prediction had been completely wrong, and now I was trapped in a pit of my own digging.
Even if I shake these guys off, I have to do it somewhere Maeng Harang can't see….
Lead them somewhere away from him, then escape somehow. That was the plan. I gave a tiny nod.
"Th-then… let's go somewhere else…."
When I accepted the delinquents' invitation, Maeng Harang nodded cheerfully as well.
"Well, if Autumn hyung-ah wants to play, what can I do.
Hmm… just be back by tomorrow morning!"
In other words, if I wanted to, I could even spend the night with these guys.
It's fine.
Once we're far enough from Maeng Harang, I'll ditch these two and just pretend I hung out for a while…!
"You're good with that too, right?
If you've made up your mind, let's go."
"A-ah…."
The young men hooked their arms through mine from both sides like they were escorting a criminal, and suddenly I couldn't break free with strength alone.
"Sniff— haah…. That skin scent.
You know you're really fucking hot, right?"
"I-I'm a guy, I told you…♡"
Uuu… even if this is a secluded spot, it's broad daylight under a tree, and people are still walking by….
In stark contrast to the mind-numbing shame, the warm breath of the delinquent burying his nose between my collarbones and inhaling my scent, plus the filthy compliments they kept tossing at me, made all the strength drain from my body and my voice melt away.
"Heeuh…♡
I-I changed my mind, I don't really want to… please let me go…♡"
But the refusal, already laced with sweet pink moans, sounded even to me like nothing more than coquettish teasing.
"You don't want to?
While your chastity belt is dripping precum like that?"
"Th-that's… circumstances… hnn♡"
Explaining why a guy like me was walking around with an anal plug in his ass, a skirt that barely covered half of it, a mini chastity belt, and a top that left my entire navel bare would take at least two hours.
"Circumstances that force you to wear a chastity belt and a plug… what, are you training to be a slut or something?"
The other young man cracked a joke while freely groping my body, kneading my thighs. My already soaked, useless underwear had slid down to my knees, and lewd strings of fluid trailed from the mini chastity belt down my balls in long sticky strands.
"Haaah…♡
Please stop…♡♡"
Just when I was on the verge of being taken right there—not even in a completely deserted place, with students occasionally passing by—a single ray of hope approached.
"Hold it!
Harassing a woman in broad daylight.
What the hell do you think you're doing…!"