Episode 79. A Cosplay Outfit with Long Tradition and History (Lewd)

Only after Yubin reached climax one more time did the conditioning come to an end.

Seyeon gazed at Yubin, who was lying sprawled out on the bed, still wearing the long gloves and black knee socks.

Yubin's chest rose and fell slightly as she breathed heavily with cute little gasps. Her pure white fingers, resting on the sheet, trembled pitifully. Her entire body was drenched in sweat, and especially between her legs, various fluids had dried and left her sticky.

From the tips of her still-erect nipples, a trickle of breast milk dripped down, and thick, cloudy fluid gushed out from Yubin's back pussy.

Seeing Yubin's lewd appearance, which once again pushed her lust to its limit, Seyeon almost unconsciously moved her hand to Yubin's thigh, but then gave up and stood up. She thought to herself that there was no time, and if she did more now, Yubin would suffer.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Seyeon then got up and headed to the wardrobe, pulling out a pure white, soft towel before settling down demurely beside Yubin, who was completely spent.

Yubin looked at Seyeon with a bewildered expression. Her pupils were still hazy and unfocused.

"Yubin-ah, was it too much?"

Seyeon asked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her in a gentle voice. Yubin only gave a weak nod, a tear trickling down her cheek. The strands of hair stuck to Yubin's forehead slid down softly.

'Ah, this is driving me crazy......'

Maintaining her usual relaxed smile, Seyeon thought to herself.

Does she even know how adorable she is right now? How much she drives me insane......

Making that lewd and cute face while just nodding her head was no different from declaring, "I want you to fuck me as much as you desire."

While Yubin's appearance perfectly matched universal beauty standards and completely aligned with her own tastes, there was just one drawback. It was that in situations like this, it became extremely difficult to resist her lust. When Yubin, with her jet-black, smooth silk-like hair spread out on the pillow, looked at her pitifully and blinked her eyes still clouded with the aftermath of climax, Seyeon just wanted to drop everything and lock her away somewhere.

Seyeon wrapped her arms around Yubin's limp torso and pulled her up into a sitting position, holding her as if embracing her.

Yubin looked at Seyeon with eyes mixed with dissatisfaction and worry.

Regardless, Seyeon slowly reached out and, with her fingertips, gently peeled off the gloves Yubin was wearing and the knee socks that were almost glued to her thighs.

"Ngh......"

Yubin's skin, which had been enveloped in the warm air inside the nylon, shivered slightly as it met the cooler air.

Seyeon took the knee socks and gloves Yubin had been wearing for a long time into her hands and squeezed them. They were hot and damp.

Next, Seyeon began to wipe Yubin's body with the towel she had set aside. Starting from her forehead, she covered her entire face, patting it to absorb the moisture, then rubbed the nape of her neck as if caressing it before gradually moving downward. She pressed the towel firmly into the cleavage where sweat still beaded and rolled down, wiping away every drop of sweat that had collected under her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠breasts.

She took Yubin's wrist and lifted it, exposing her soft armpit, then meticulously wiped the inside as well. As the towel touched her armpit, Yubin, whether from ticklishness or arousal, blushed slightly and stifled a cough.

With only the desk lamp turned on, the room was bathed in a warm, sunset-like glow. Seyeon's profile, as she gently caressed Yubin's body, glowed yellow as if warmed by a campfire.

After wiping her entire upper body, Seyeon's hand crept downward. Yubin, thinking she might even wipe between her legs, unconsciously reached out to stop her, but Seyeon nonchalantly and carefully rubbed her thighs with the towel. Yubin, feeling awkward, just silently watched Seyeon's face.

"Why are you wiping me? I'm going to shower anyway."

"True."

"You just want to touch my body, don't you?"

"......"

Seyeon didn't answer Yubin's sarcastic question. It was true.

The last part to be wiped was her feet. Seyeon grabbed Yubin's ankle, which had just been lying there dazedly, lifted it swiftly, and then, bunching up the towel, rubbed the sole of her foot, which was soaked with sweat, in a stroking motion. She did the same with the other foot.

Even though Yubin had already shown her every embarrassing thing possible, she somehow felt ashamed.

"Wow... this towel feels like it's been dipped in water and wrung out."

Seyeon unfolded the towel she had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠used to wipe Yubin's body and shoved it toward her.

Feeling both humiliated and absurd, Yubin just waved her hand dismissively.

Seeing Yubin's face turn bright red as she averted her gaze, Seyeon suddenly buried her nose in the towel.

"Hhuuuuuh......"

"Hey...!"

She took a deep breath in.

'You perverted girl...!'

Unable to bear the embarrassment, Yubin covered her face with both hands and screamed internally.

"Haaa... Yubin-ah, your scent is so good. Is it because it's full of female pheromones?"

"...Stop saying weird things."

"But it's true. Didn't you notice after sparring time ended?"

"Huh...?"

"The guys, they all stared at you just for walking by. Because you were sweating so much, wafting that lewd scent everywhere......"

"D-don't tease me! What are you even saying, seriously!"

Yubin shouted at Seyeon with a face that looked like it might explode any second.

But even as she retorted sharply, Yubin slightly lowered her head to sniff the scent rising from her own cleavage. She did it discreetly, taking only a small breath so Seyeon wouldn't notice.

Normally, she shouldn't be able to smell her own scent much, but the fragrance emanating from Yubin's skin made her head tingle even when she smelled it herself.

Of course, part of it was due to Seyeon conditioning her sense of smell, but even considering that, it was a scent truly worthy of the name pheromones. It tempted not just the opposite sex, but even other women......

Yubin recalled her school life. Did the guys really stare at me? She asked herself repeatedly internally, and the more she did, the more her shame grew.

"If you're done smelling yourself, go wash up quickly."

"What...!"

Yubin, who had been unconsciously making soft, s-s-s- sounds as she inhaled her own scent deeply, jumped in surprise, then glared at Seyeon with a look of disdain before hastily grabbing her clothes and heading to the shower.

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Seyeon sent me home obediently. This time too, she handed me a slightly large shopping bag.

I thought she might try something weird again since we wouldn't see each other tomorrow evening, but she didn't.

After arriving home, I changed into my pajamas and then knelt demurely on the living room floor in front of the shopping bag—no, I changed my posture and sat comfortably.

"Ah, this is so fucking annoying......"

Now, whenever I try to sit, I naturally kneel first. And then, placing both hands respectfully on my lower belly, just below my navel, follows naturally.

So even a very simple act like sitting must always be done consciously.

I sat cross-legged like an uncle and picked up the shopping bag. Seyeon had taped the opening shut so the contents weren't visible. I peeled off the tape and just flipped the bag over, letting the contents spill roughly onto the floor.

Clatter—

Something numerous clattered down.

"What the... shit."

Among the many items, the one that stood out the most was... a tail. Of course, a tail for doing lewd things.

Unlike the fluffy one used last time, this one was long and slender, like a cat's.

No, more than that... what was attached to the base of the tail caught my attention.

Instead of a plug, about ten pink beads were attached in a row.

And the size was, quite......

"......"

I was speechless. Only anger boiled up inside me. I really didn't like that the beads were pink either.

'She should wear this kind of thing herself.'

Muttering that, I grabbed the tail and just threw it into some corner. The moment I grabbed it, I wondered if some kind of suggestion would suddenly activate, making me unconsciously insert this into my back pussy... no, my anus, but it didn't happen, and I was really, really!!! relieved.

...It's newly annoying, but my speech correcting itself is also very unpleasant. It feels like I have an automatic in-brain female spelling checker installed.

I sent a glance filled with disgust, contempt, displeasure, and hatred toward the tail that had flown far away, then turned my attention back to the remaining items.

"Next is... what's this."

Scratching my soft cheek, I made a momentarily bewildered expression.

'Dress shoes?"

The first thing I saw was literally dress shoes.

Not the kind salarymen wear... but the kind often called loafers, giving a neat and light feeling.

"Why did she give me ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠these?"

...Well, obviously to wear.

But these aren't particularly lewd shoes.

'Does she just really want me to care about fashion?'

Thinking that might be it, I nodded.

Anyway, the next thing visible was clothing.

It had fallen to the floor neatly folded, so I couldn't tell what kind it was yet.

It was a mix of black and white, and the material seemed to be just cotton and silk. And it had a very fluttery feeling. It had frills? or something attached.

'A skirt?'

No, it seemed a bit too voluminous to be just a skirt. Then maybe a dress of some kind?

'Well, I'm not going to wear it anyway.'

Thinking that, I unfolded the folded clothing.

Flutter—

"......"

And immediately threw it straight into a corner of the room.