17. Graffiti 1 (2)
“Hnnngh!”
A moan of pure pleasure echoes down the empty road. Just imagining it gets me so worked up. I shouldn’t be excited by this—it should feel utterly horrifying…
Lewd juices keep leaking from between my legs, soaking my thighs. I exhale the hot breath filling my mouth in little puffs. As I slowly make my way down, just like yesterday, the bus stop comes into view, packed with people milling about. It’d be thrilling to squeeze in there like this, heart pounding over whether I’ll get caught or not, and hop on some random bus without a clue where it’s going. But the clothes I’ve thrown on over everything aren’t quite right for venturing far today. In this skimpy getup, I can only wander around the dorm area before people start thinking something’s off. Not that it matters at this point, but I can’t risk getting stared at too hard and found out…
I force down the secret desire bubbling up from deep in my chest. Yeji unnie knows plenty about me already. I turn my steps away from the crowd.
It’s a narrow two-lane road, the only way out of campus, so cars and people stream by constantly. Women glance at me and quickly look away, but the men—they can’t tear their eyes from my bare legs, no matter where they were looking before. Even as the distance closes, their heads stay locked downward, their intentions so obvious it sends a thrill through me. I might actually get caught like this…
In the shop windows lining the street, my reflection looks like any ordinary girl at first glance. But every step makes the black scribbles peek out from under my dolphin shorts, teasing exposure. It keeps catching my eye, nagging at me. I haven’t even touched it, but it feels like I might cum any second. My insides clench deliciously, over and over. The girl in the glass looks ready to break into a dopey grin if I let my guard slip even a little. No matter how hard I try to control my expression, I can’t hide the flush burning across my face.
These people have no idea what I’m doing. A pervert’s walking right past them. A pervert who gets off without even flashing inside her clothes. Please, please just look once. See me and curse me out. Call me a whore, a filthy slut, despise me. I’ll strip for you—slap the other tit too, hard enough to bruise. The more it hurts, the better it feels…
I keep walking, my mind filled with sounds I could never voice aloud. No destination in mind, just letting my feet carry me wherever, until a small park catches my eye. With the weather warming up, lush green leaves blanket the trees. A playground for kids, a tiny public restroom, all shaded by a few massive trees overhead.
I didn’t know there was a spot like this near campus. That corner over there looks hidden from the street… This seems perfect.
Like I’m mesmerized, I step inside. No kids around—probably home or at cram school. Just the shaded playground and a small gazebo tucked out of sight, standing lonely and desolate.
I’ll keep you company so you’re not lonely anymore.
I sit in the gazebo, and the world darkens around me. Out there, warm sunlight bathes everything, and just beyond, crowds bustle by. But the dense trees make this place shadowy, cool, utterly silent and empty. Perfect for a pervert like me whose body’s burning up. The chill feels so good. I love it here.
Looking around from my seat, I glance down—and there are my pale white thighs. Dolphin shorts yanked way up, exposing the graffiti I scrawled there.
“Hnn…”
Every time I see ‘Please look at this pervert pussy that gets excited when exposed’, more lewd juices soak my shorts. I really am a pervert. Showing off feels so good. I run my hand over my thigh. My hips twitch involuntarily. Just brushing it with my fingers, and it’s like my whole body’s wired straight to my pussy. I haven’t even touched it, but it feels like I’m masturbating. Dizzying pleasure pools in my lower belly. Sitting still like this is torture when it feels this good. I jump up and head to the playground.
Unlike the hidden gazebo, the playground offers a clear view of the alley outside. People don’t pass constantly, but it’s not deserted either—a few straggle by now and then. No kids playing means the equipment’s caked in thick, filthy dust. What were once bright primary colors have faded to white, barely recognizable. Everything feels worn, neglected, untouched.
Guess no one uses it much.
A normal girl would glance around and move on. But I love it. I brush the dust off a swing seat and plop my ass down. Bare skin meets the swing under my short dolphin shorts, and seeing the graffiti on my thighs again makes even that feel erotic. A dirty swing and a dirty pervert—match made in heaven. I’ve never minded dirt on my body before, but thinking about the scribbles all over me now… I feel like a filthy whore. Even to me, it looks so trashy—anyone else would find it disgusting.
“Hngh…”
It’s wide open out here, no cover anywhere, right by the park entrance where anyone passing could see. But from outside, they probably can’t make out the graffiti clearly. Just a little more. No one’s around, so it’s fine. Yeah, as long as I don’t show too much.
Still seated, I wiggle my ass to inch the dolphin shorts down. The soaked fabric, clinging like wet cloth, peels away with a faint plop. Just enough not to look suspicious from afar. They slip free between my ass and the swing, dangling limply from my thighs. The black fabric sags uselessly, and I feel the gritty dust on my bare ass underneath. It might fall off completely.
Taking them off entirely would be too obvious—even a side glance would give it away. Too risky. I spread my legs wide to keep them from dropping to the ground. They settle midway up my thighs. Not where they’re supposed to be, but it’s not bad, right? The densely scribbled skin finally gets some air. ‘Exhibitionist’, ‘Whore’, ‘Please curse me out’. So fucking lewd. So perverted. Perfect.
I tug my crop top down to cover them briefly, letting the breeze tease the scribbles. The back rides up a bit, but the front hides everything fine. White crop top down to upper thigh, dolphin shorts fully visible below. Up close, the position looks off, but no one’s gonna notice passing by. No people around… It’s fine.
From behind, it’d look like I’m sitting bare-assed on the swing, but whatever. There’s graffiti there too—‘I’m a slut’… That’s fine. No one’s behind me. No problem.
No matter how much I tell myself it’s okay, I feel the taut elastic band pulled tight low on my hips, the breeze on my exposed ass. Everything’s visible from behind. I’m acting like such a pervert. I shouldn’t… But that fills my body with electric arousal. I kick off lightly with my straight legs. The swing sways, and I rock my body in rhythm. My hands grip the chains, letting the crop top flap up naturally, billowing in the wind to flash my bare body outside. I pump my legs harder, swinging higher. Higher than the bushes. High enough to peek inside my clothes. I love soaring above the sightlines of passersby. People look side to side, not up. I can expose myself without a care.
They have no clue, and here I am swinging like a total perv. This immoral itch in my chest feels incredible.
I want to show more. Flaunt it more. Gripping the chains tight, I pull myself up. I swing my dangling legs onto the seat, standing tall. My view lifts high—like I’ve done since I was a kid. But there’s a problem: I forgot about the dolphin shorts hooked on my thighs.
The moment I stand, they lose their hold and slide straight down to my ankles. Now perched high on the swing, nothing covers below. My smooth shaved pussy, the trashy black scribbles on pale skin, drenched thighs—all on full display.
Intense pleasure crashes over me. My hips buck. And right then, perfect timing—a guy my age strolls by the alley, earbuds in, staring at his phone.
“Hah! Hnnaaah!”
Each swing lifts my view: his face appears, vanishes, repeats. A stranger right there in front of me, and I’m flashing like this… I shouldn’t let him see. But he might. Just a head turn, and it’s all over.
I can’t hold back the dizzying ecstasy anymore. I bite my lip desperately.
“Ngh, mmph, ha… Ah!”
My whole body shudders. Toes curl inward on their own.
“Haa, haa…”
My limp body collapses onto the swing. Luckily, my rigid arms cling to the chains, keeping me from tumbling off. I… I came. Without touching my tits or pussy… Just someone passing by made me cum…