26. Bar 1 (1)
“Ugh… dizzy…”
The yellowish streetlamp light stretched long across the glass door and down to my feet. Even on this gradually warming summer night, the gray stone stairs seemed to emit a cold chill. Flyers plastered haphazardly on one wall were torn and half-peeled, scattered messily at my feet. Cigarette butts were carelessly discarded just inside the door, as if even walking a few steps outside was too much trouble. In the corners of the stairs, where feet rarely reached, old dust and trash had dried, twisted, and clumped together.
It was the entrance to a typical bar building on the second floor—one no one really paid attention to. Faint, disorderly conversations and laughter from drunken people outside drifted in. The noise made my eyebrows furrow involuntarily… but to anyone else, those people out there and I probably didn’t look all that different.
Today, it was me, Yeji unnie, and her friends—four of us in total—having dinner before moving to a second round of drinks at this bar. If there’d been a lot of strangers, I wouldn’t have come out at all, but luckily Jong-woo and Tae-min, whom I’d met once before, were there. I’d been dreading the awkwardness of rolling my eyes around in a crowd of unknowns, but with such a small group, it felt manageable enough to join.
…On the flip side, these were the people who’d seen all my embarrassing moments from last time…
That was embarrassing, sure, but it was okay. It felt good. In fact, before seeing the guys’ faces, I’d even harbored some hopeful anticipation: Maybe I can subtly “accidentally” show them something again today? Thoughts I never would’ve had back then… but lately, my boundaries seemed to be blurring little by little.
And the moment I saw the guys’ faces, I realized just how twisted my mind had become.
Jong-woo and Tae-min acted like they didn’t remember a thing from last time, laughing and chatting as naturally as ever. Even as guys, they grinned casually, like nothing had happened, and talked to me without a hint of awkwardness. Seeing that vibe hit me hard—I was the only one harboring such perverted thoughts.
How pathetic. What an idiot.
In the end, I couldn’t bring myself to ask Yeji unnie about the photos from last time or how she’d sent me outside naked. I just got dragged along to drinks in this easygoing atmosphere where they treated me like any normal girl, not prying into that sticky desire by harping on the breast-flashing incident.
They all seemed like good people, so I kept drinking whatever they poured… Ugh… Now my stomach was churning. My whole body felt scorching hot. And since I’d drunk too much, the urge kept coming—I’d slipped out alone to the bathroom.
The bar took up the entire second floor with no toilet there, just this unisex one between the first and second floors, so I had no choice but to come all the way down here.
As I descended the stairs, the dizzying booze haze steadied a bit. A breeze carrying cigarette smoke wafted in through the wide-open glass door, tickling my nose. A smell I’d normally hate felt oddly pleasant against my skin.
“Hoo…”
I took a deep breath, brushing the hair stuck to my forehead back. The fresh air helped a little—or maybe it was just my imagination.
Suddenly, my eyes caught the faint scene of the alley under the distant streetlamps: people wandering here and there, time lazily flowing amid the lively clamor. I tried to laugh it off lightly, but the alcohol made everything feel strangely slow-motion. Standing in this unfamiliar space felt a bit awkward, yet thrillingly tense.
I unlocked the bathroom door with the key from the counter and stepped inside. Like the stairs, no one seemed to care much about upkeep—it didn’t feel all that clean. A weird smell hit my nose the moment I opened the door, and the floor was slick with moisture, the tiles gleaming wetly. Water droplets dotted the sink area, and the trash bin was already more than half full. Worst of all, the men’s urinals—ones I’d only seen online—had stark yellow stains.
Just looking made me feel gross, my steps turning cautious. The toilet’s probably filthy too. Luckily, the stalls were separate, but I could easily imagine what was inside without opening them: water stains trickling down the door, grimy spots, that creepy texture on the handle… Just picturing it wrinkled my nose.
I hesitated, then cautiously opened a stall door. It was just as bad as I’d feared. Small stains dotted the wallpaper above the toilet, and faint leak marks streaked between the tiles.
“Eww…”
No way. If it were a sit-down toilet, I’d just use it half-assed, but I didn’t want to plant my ass on that. Still, going back out to find another bathroom wasn’t feasible. This was the only one in the building, and others would be locked. The school had clean ones, but trekking that far felt overly dramatic.
Unable to enter a stall with my body’s insistent signals nagging me, I fidgeted—and my eyes landed on the men’s urinal. Isn’t that kinda like a sit-down? Same deal—no contact. Plus, I was wearing a long dress with a light bolero. If I hiked the hem up carefully…
Thoughts I’d never consider sober bubbled up through my hazy, alcohol-fogged mind. Better than touching that dirty toilet, right?
I clicked the main door locked. With the key in my hand, no one could come in. So… whatever I did… no one would know, right?
For a split second, images of Yeji unnie, Jong-woo, and Tae-min waiting upstairs flashed through my mind. What if people who know me found out I was the kind of girl who uses a men’s urinal? How would they look at me…?
A delicious shiver ran down my spine. They’d stare at me like I’m a total freak. These nice kids who let last time slide without a word—what if they saw this too? They wouldn’t say it outright, but deep down, they’d think I was weird. A total pervert. Even I would.
I mean, who flashes her tits in front of guys just to “wipe off seasoning,” then uses a men’s urinal? No matter how you slice it, that’s perverted.
…But I am a pervert, so I wanna try it…
Before I knew it, sensible alternatives like avoiding the dirty stall, finding another bathroom, or just holding it vanished from my head. It was filled only with curiosity—and faint… anticipation—for the filthy urinal right in front of me.
It might splash around because of my anatomy… but it’s dirty anyway, so it’s fine, right? I’ll spray it down at the sink after.
I slowly hiked up the modest dress hem pooled around my knees. To avoid splashes, I pulled it high. Rolling it into a bunch, it passed my thighs, my crotch… up past my navel. Even that should prevent any mess, but unconsciously, I tugged it higher.
I wasn’t planning to take it off completely—no change of clothes, nowhere to set it. Just tuck the hem between my breasts to keep it from slipping.
…Even that had my breasts half-exposed. Good thing the bra covered them… without it, my underboob would be fully out. Next time, starting tomorrow, I wanna go braless. Just in case someone sees at a moment like this.
Who the hell would I be doing that for? These weird thoughts wouldn’t stop.
I slipped my panties down—not just a bit, but all the way to my ankles to avoid any accidental splashes. Can’t take them off completely or they’d touch the floor… so ankles it is.
Soon, my hairless smooth pussy was exposed to the dirty bathroom air.
“Hngh…!”
Just baring it in a bathroom sent electric thrills through my whole body. I spread my legs wide, squatting comically in front of the urinal, thrusting my crotch forward. Panties at my ankles kept me from opening too far, so I spread my knees instead and bent a little. Only way to avoid splashing.
A guy could do this easily… A flash of complaint almost rose, but the thought that this wasn’t bad either snuffed it out. This perverted, awkward pose to use a men’s urinal… so thrilling. Like I’m doing something I totally shouldn’t. But maybe it’s not so bad…
A strange satisfaction melted the tension in my groin. The liquid gushed out loudly, splashing back onto my legs.
Dirtier… even more…
But I couldn’t move until my bladder was empty. Breathing in the weird stench rising from the yellow-stained urinal, I could only watch as mysterious droplets clung to my legs.
The endlessly long time passed, and the stream finally weakened.
Ah. No…
My panties were taut between my ankles, and at this rate, the last bits would hit them. I could only stare blankly through my hazy mind, powerless to stop it.