Acting All Prim — Turns Out You're a Panties-Jerking Bitch

The lecture hall, mid-class.

Two days had passed since I'd peeled off the FUCK ME Nipple Patch. The aftereffects of sex had left my pussy so raw and tingling I couldn't even run my daily quests. And now that the patch was off, the Author had informed me that nipple play alone wouldn't cut it for completing the daily anymore.

Petty, filthy little shit.

The soreness had eased by now, but the real problem was the scent-addiction effect. I couldn't bury my face in those panties during class, and my head was swimming for it. The smell. I wanted the smell. That thick, musky, slightly sour funk of worn underwear.

I couldn't take it. After asking the teacher for permission, I bolted for the bathroom, dropped onto the toilet, and pulled Park Youngkwon's panties out of my skirt pocket.

"Hfff... haaah..."

My swimming head and restless heart began to settle. How the hell did I end up like this?

As I breathed in the scent, memories of Park Youngkwon holding me up and driving into me came flooding back. That thick, long, hard thing had gone in here. I brought my fingers to my pussy, closed in a neat, pretty line, and gently parted the entrance to touch the clitoris hidden inside.

"Haaah..."

Was it two days without even touching my clit, or was it the leftover effect of the nipple patch? Either way, my body was running hotter than usual. The hardest part of living in Yoo Hana's body had always been the lust. Every time I looked in a mirror I got so turned on I'd start touching myself.

Or maybe it was because I'd learned what penetration felt like. Just rubbing my clit wasn't enough anymore. My fingers... should I try putting one in? It's not like they'll wear out. Should be fine.

Schlck—

I plunged two fingers into my dripping, juice-slicked pussy, breathing hot.

"Hngh!"

Maybe I should've gone in slower. It hurt a little at first, but as my insides stretched to fit my fingers, the pain melted into pleasure. My pussy was more than warm — it was hot, wrapping around my fingers like an embrace. I savored that hug from my own cunt while I used Park Youngkwon's panty scent to crank the arousal higher.

I pictured it in vivid detail: Park Youngkwon lifting me up and slamming his cock into me. The first time a cock had pushed into my pussy. The rough palms on my ass. The smell of sweat and body wash coming off the body I'd clung to. The way his tongue had moved when we kissed. I worked my fingers to the memory of that pleasure.

Pumping in and out wasn't as satisfying as I'd hoped. There was this weird rush of air into my pussy every time my fingers went in, and the lack of real stimulation made me speed up the piston until my arm started to ache. And more than anything — this pussy had already taken in too much pleasure to be satisfied by thin, short fingers. Once you'd felt that kind of pleasure, how were you supposed to settle for a stimulus this small?

I stopped the pointless finger-piston and started pressing against my inner walls instead.

"Ah, hnnngh! That's it..."

Gently pressing my vaginal walls with my fingers was the best. I could hit exactly the spots I wanted and feel plenty of it. The top was stronger than the bottom or the sides.

Press♡ Press♡

"Haaahn..."

Penetration masturbation wasn't half bad. The more I learned about a woman's body, the weirder it got. The sensitivity ran hotter than it ever had when I was a man, and the scale of the pleasure was bigger too. The fact that everything I kept discovering was just a bunch of filthy stuff didn't exactly make me happy.

I was a man to begin with. I was not some pervert who got off on feeling things with a woman's body. Right now, I was fucking Yoo Hana. I was just using Yoo Hana's body to enjoy some pleasure. That was the mindset I brought to masturbation now. It was a kind of mental training — the one thing keeping me from losing my masculinity.

Press♡

"Hnn... gotta do what I gotta do... hfff... haah...!"

I was deep in it when I heard someone coming in from outside. There weren't that many footsteps, but it wasn't just one person.

"Hey, isn't Park Youngkwon ridiculously hot?"

"Facts. Think he'd give me his number if I asked?"

"Doesn't he have a fiancée?"

"I heard they don't get along."

Girls' voices. Had class ended? No way it was over already. Had they snuck out the same way I had?

I froze with my face buried in Park Youngkwon's panties and my fingers still inside my pussy. If I moved even a little, I was sure it would make a sound. The wet noises from fingering myself earlier had echoed pretty loud. Please just leave already.

"I gotta pee~"

"Yeah, hurry up and come out."

Why the hell did she have to pick the stall right next to mine?

Psssssshhhhh—

The sound of a girl's stream. I'd never heard that before. It was kind of hot. The sound stirred my imagination and made my frozen body start heating up all over again.

Schlck♡

I used the noise from the next stall as seasoning and moved my fingers a little.

"Hnnn...!"

I'd barely moved, but the stimulation was way too strong. A moan slipped out before I could stop it.

"What was that? Are you getting off while you pee?"

"Bullshit. I think it came from the next stall."

"Fuck. Don't tell me it's that pervert bitch again?"

"The one you said you saw? But she's probably listening to all of this. You okay with that?"

"Who cares! Is someone in there? Are you that bitch who was masturbating on the bench?"

Ah. So this was the bitch who'd posted on the community board. Please just pretend you don't know.

I stayed silent and played dead. If I got caught again, my class and my name might end up circulating on the community — as the girl who sat in a bathroom stall smelling a guy's panties while she fingered her pussy.

I yanked my fingers out in a hurry.

"Haaahn!"

Why do I keep moaning. Sweat poured down my whole body from the tension.

"There's definitely someone in there..."

"Let's get a look at the pervert bitch's face."

Fingers appeared over the top of the stall door. She's grabbing that and climbing up? For real?

A cute girl with black hair and big eyes popped her head over the door. Doing a pull-up? She's got some arm strength.

"Huh? There's nobody here?"

"For real?"

"Yeah, so you WERE getting off while you peed."

"I was not!"

Lee Jeonghun's Stealth had saved me. I'd been sitting on the toilet using only the skill, not even breathing. Thank god I'd dodged the title of Academy Panty-Masturbation Girl. I even felt a flicker of gratitude toward Lee Jeonghun, the guy who'd played with my tits.

The girls bickered for a bit, then I heard them leaving the bathroom. I quietly opened the door and watched them walk away.

"That bitch..."

I used Analysis on the girl who'd poked her head over the stall to find me.

"No."

Jeong Su-ah was a girl anyway, so skill copying was impossible. More than that — a cute girl like that was a masochist? If I'd still been a guy, I'd have wanted to spank her ass until it turned red.

"What's the point of thinking that when I don't even have a dick..."

I muttered it to myself, pulled my panties back on, and headed for the dorm instead of going back to class. I had something I needed to do.

The moment I got to my room I flopped onto the bed, draped Park Youngkwon's panties over my nose, and picked up my phone. I opened the Elena Community app and started writing a post on the anonymous board.

"Pfft."

Just one set of initials and people were losing their minds. There wasn't a single person at the academy who wasn't curious about the identity of the outdoor-masturbating pervert bitch. If Jeong Su-ah saw this post, she'd definitely be fuming by herself. The person who'd posted as a victim on the community had instantly become the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠perpetrator pervert.

I couldn't actually do much damage to Jeong Su-ah with just initials, but that one comment would drive her absolutely insane.

Of course, I'd written that comment on an alt. Whether the post was true or not, just having her name mentioned would stress her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠out.

Trying to take me down with the community? I've been doing this for years. And I'm the person who got dragged here as a copycat. Now you get to feel it too. How humiliating it is.

A smug, satisfied feeling like I'd finished ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my revenge kept making me laugh. I was lying on the bed basking in the superiority of victory when a familiar system window popped up in front of my eyes.

"It's not like I get anything out of going, so why bother."

"Huh?"

"Why are you telling me this NOW?!"

"Ugggh..."

"Have I lost my mind."

While I was exchanging pointless banter with the Author, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Park Youngkwon.

What the hell. That's scary.

How did this bastard know.