14. Bottomless 2 (2)
Just standing still makes my hole twitch and quiver. An unfamiliar sensation I've never felt before rises up from below. I can sensitively feel every shape of the foreign object wedged between my legs. Fortunately, it's only a mild physical touch—bearable, not overwhelming. What bothers me more is the pink string trailing from between my legs down to the floor. If he sees that...
The internet-famous adult toy—he's bound to recognize it. Even if he doesn't spot the rotor, a string dangling from between my legs would scream something's off...
But I can't bend down to grab the fallen controller. If he catches me... I wouldn't have any excuse. With my face beet red, an adult toy peeking from between my legs, and just panties on below... Even I know I'd look like a total pervert with zero defense.
My nipples thrust against my T-shirt, brazenly asserting their presence. I desperately try to hide my flushed face behind my hair, but I can't fully cover the reflection in the mirror.
First things first—if he doesn't see the string, maybe I won't get busted. He'll just think I'm some careless slut showing off too much leg. If I can hide the controller at my feet in the corner, I might conceal the pink string between my legs.
I lift one foot and lightly step on the controller fallen between them.
"Eep! Nngh."
Suddenly, the rotor right at my entrance buzzes to life. I barely nudged it with my foot—no pressure—and somehow the dial turned. Naturally, the stimulation surging up my spine is worlds apart from when it was just sitting there idle.
"Hnn... Mm, nngh..."
No matter how hard I clamp my mouth shut, moans leak out. Worse, a faint buzzing echoes in the elevator. Anyone with a shred of adult toy knowledge would clock it instantly—that blatant noise keeps ringing out.
Luckily, the guy's got earphones in. No idea what he's listening to, but the vibe probably won't reach him.
...It really won't, right?
His eyes are glued to my legs, reflected in the shiny stainless steel door. He stares with a slack-jawed, wide-eyed leer, like he can't tear himself away, devouring every inch like he's licking them.
A normal girl would be pissed... but I love that gaze. The rotor half-buried between my labia minora, combined with his stare, has my pussy gushing lewd juices. The droplets trickling down my legs feel scorching hot.
He's so close, staring right at me, and the rotor turns on...
The intense pleasure chokes my breath. My hips shudder, toes curling involuntarily. It feels like a mere machine—a toy—is toying with me. Turning on at the worst timing, threatening me in front of a stranger like it owns me.
Stupid. I messed up the controller and flipped it on in front of someone. He might even go to the same school—super risky...
But it feels... so good... That gaze is electric. Piercing me like it's drilling holes through my legs—it's thrilling, intoxicating. The stare alone sends dizzying jolts through me.
His eyes in the elevator mirror roam up and down, capturing me. Then his face twists oddly. His head tilts down to my ankle in a weird expression.
Ah... Busted.
The realization hits, and electric tingles ripple through my whole body. My soaked pussy clenches tight, hips bucking wildly. Any thought of not looking suspicious vanishes from my mind. My body just thrashes in blissful stimulation.
"Hnn... Ah, aaah... Haa!"
Drool falls from my flushed face. The floor's a mess of spit and pussy juice—you can't tell what's what. The rotor at my entrance hums relentlessly, churning out pleasure.
I came in front of him. Couldn't even hide my face... Feels so good...
His eyes in the reflection gleam with greedy lust. He pulls out his earphones and turns to me. Right then, the rotor's whine morphs into a wet, squelching slurp. The kind of filthy sound even a clueless kid would find suspicious.
"What the hell are you doing right now?"
His gaze flicks to the string between my legs, then rakes over my chest and up to my face. He knows damn well—he's just asking to toy with me.
"Hnn... Ah, aaah."
My blank mind can't form words, just more moans.
Can't think at all. He reaches between my legs. I don't even try to stop him—just squeeze my eyes shut. But his hand goes not for my pussy, but the string.
A stranger's tugging the rotor's string. His thick fingers slowly lift it into the air. The controller under my foot tautens the line. A couple light tugs, and I shift my feet. Up comes the pink controller from the floor.
The string alone is damning evidence—but this? No excuse possible. Still, I can't block him or run. I am the pervert here, and in this narrow elevator—arms outstretched touching both walls—there's no escape.
This is all because I'm a pervert... Yeah, so it happened...
He squats down in front of me, picking up the controller and inspecting it leisurely, like a predator savoring captured prey.
"What's this?"
He holds it up, looking at me from below. From down there, my panties... the rotor beneath... everything's on display.
My hands don't pull down my hem or cover my panties. They just tremble, meekly offering my body.
A corner of my mind even thinks: Don't hide. Look at me. Please look. I'm the idiot slut who turned on her adult toy alone with a guy in this elevator.
His eyes fix under my hem. His fingertips hover like he's about to twist the dial—then go limp, dangling uselessly. He's staring at my panties. So engrossed he's forgotten what he was gonna do.
That fact keeps stoking my arousal. My hips quiver finely.
"Haaa..."
Bliss floods my body. No clue what he'll do next, or how I'll face school tomorrow... but right now, it feels too good. Even worries and fear for later melt into pleasure, making my lewd juices drip steadily.
My chest tightens with euphoric high. In the mirror, my face glows peachy pink, eyes glazed, drooling—a total slut face.
"You a pervert? What's stuffed in your panties? They're soaked—everything's visible."
He looks up with utter contempt, like I'm a toy, not a person. I'm physically above him, but emotionally crushed beneath.
"Huh? No answer? Too dumb from being a pervert? Or dumb enough to pull pervert shit?"
He looks bookish, harmless—yet his words degrade me. Fair enough. I am the idiot pervert...
No words to counter his scorn. Yeah, a bitch like me deserves toy treatment. All my fault—no helping it...
His fingertip sweeps over my pussy. Even over the panties, it comes away slick with juice, glistening transparently. Whether from the touch or the humiliation, the spot he grazed burns hot.
Feeling the slickness, he rubs his index and thumb together like a boy with a new toy.
"You pervert bitch, lift your clothes."
"The fuck did you say, asshole?"
Another voice cuts in. I look up—the elevator's hit the 10th floor past 8. Yeji unnie stands there, arms crossed, glaring.
Seeing her, the tightness in my chest bursts open. She stands skewed, eyes locked on the guy.
"What're you doing to my little sis?"
"Uh, n-no... I mean, that's not... um..."
He shoots up, blocking me with his back like that'll clear him. His voice cracks, unsure; his flailing arms falter and freeze. Her glare drops his head to the floor.
I was gonna do pervert shit, but someone interrupting right as he goes for it feels... deflating.
"Yeji, elevator's here? Kids, hurry up!"
A voice from behind her—deep, thick. The muscular guy from the library before. More footsteps follow.
He senses it too and bolts for the emergency stairs. Leaping steps two at a time, no look back.
"Hey! You fucking bastard, stop right there!"
"U- unnie..."
I grab her—tiny as she is, she's charging after him. My fault, unnie. Don't.
She turns, face twisting at me.
"What the hell's that look?"
"Ah... This is..."
Even I know I look a sight. Bare legs fully exposed, pussy juices soaking my thighs and the floor, face still flushed crimson. The dangling string like jewelry, controller rolling on the ground—bonus.
Unnie caught me too... She'd have to be blind not to notice. And unnie's no idiot.
Her eyes rake me top to bottom, narrowing. Her gaze terrifies me.
She glares a beat, then—as others approach—rushes out:
"Hah... Go down first. Wait in the room. We'll talk after."
"Y- yes..."
Clutching my hem with both hands to hide my panties, I mash the button. Unnie's face vanishes; I'm alone.
Legs give out—I slump against the elevator wall. Cold tile hits my ass and pussy; I flinch.
That was close. So many saw... Couldn't hide my face... Without unnie, what then? Photos, blackmail. Definitely would've lost my virginity today—to a total stranger, my way.
The thought finally chills me to the bone.
My life almost ended. Scary...