Bar 1 (3)
The pressure wedged between my thighs feels like it's choking off my breath. If it were just my panties peeking through at my groin, people might brush it off as some slutty outfit... But anyone could see my panties yanked down to my thighs—that was pure, unadulterated pervert territory. And worse, nothing showed where they were supposed to be, but around my thighs, they were soaked and clinging to my skin, making the whole thing even more obscene.
It was obvious at a glance that it wasn't just short legs or weird proportions... No, I'd been caught with my panties pulled down. A total pervert. The thrill was so intense it stole my breath.
Yeji unnie knew all along. She knew from the start that I'd crossed the entire bar like this. And Jong-woo and Tae-min had figured it out too—only I was clueless. ...No one said a word. Did they just want to watch me and sneer? Or did they want to see more of me prancing around like this? I had no idea which it was. Probably different motives for unnie and the guys. But it didn't matter anyway. No one told me. They didn't care that I was wandering around like this. If I just pretended not to know... acted like nothing was wrong... it could feel even better.
The booze I'd been chugging nonstop was messing with my head. How else could I even think like this when everyone knew? Or maybe my mind was already broken before we even stepped into this bar? Could be. But right now, neither mattered. I just wanted to stay like this longer. Savor the weird tension and taboo thrill filling my body. Even knowing one slip could ruin everything... this tightrope walk felt so damn good.
I tried looking away, but I spoke up to the guys who kept sneaking peeks at me. "N-no, nothing left behind? Let's go now."
My voice stuttered for a split second, but no one batted an eye. They just hurriedly pretended to check around. Yeji unnie stared down at me with utter contempt. She was the only one here who knew exactly what I was doing—who I really was. To another woman, I must've looked like a pathetic, filthy slut. Her eyes said it all without a word: how utterly revolting.
But she didn't stop me or spill my secret to the guys to embarrass me. She just stood there, eyes narrowed, watching. ...Like she'd said before, she was probably watching out for me. Seeing her like that sparked some courage I didn't know I had. As long as unnie's got my back, I won't be in real danger.
I stepped out ahead of the others. With every step, the thin pressure on my thighs tugged stronger, then weaker. And I swear, gazes were sticking to me from behind—like sticky liquid crawling between my ass and legs. I could feel each one tracing me. Every sweep of those eyes made my chest swell. Pure satisfaction, electric pleasure flooding my body. Hnng... feels so good...
Jong-woo handled the bill in one go—we'd settle up later by transfer—so I didn't even pause at the counter, just headed straight out. A bit chilly... The stairs outside were filled with a cool chill that didn't fit the early summer night. Not ideal for stepping out in a damp dress... but out I went anyway.
Unlike the dim bar lights deliberately set low, harsh fluorescent bulbs poured down unfiltered. Stepping under that brightness felt incredibly good. Through the thin glass door separating the bar from the stairs, Jong-woo and Tae-min stared at me. I showed them everything—my slutty state under the glaring light. They knew it all, my perverted pose, but acted oblivious with straight faces... just standing there, letting me expose it all.
My still-drenched panties and the fresh wetness between my legs met the cold air. Feels so good. Walking around outside with so many people, panties pulled down. And caught by people who know me. They know my name, my school, my dorm—everything. Unnie's friends probably wouldn't take it too far... but those lust-filled, sticky stares pushed past reason, stirring a chilling fear that terrified me.
My crotch tingled, my heart pounded in terror, dizzying thrill flooded my body. It felt so good I could go mad.
Jong-woo finished paying and came out quick. Unlike the guys who subtly swept over my body while pretending not to notice, Yeji unnie stared right at me. "W-why are you staring like that...?"
I forced the words out, but she just snorted—a mocking huff instead of an answer. That smirk amplified my shame and taboo rush. Like she was sneering, Do I really have to spell it out? Her sharp glare asked if I wanted to pull this shit outside too. Pure contempt. It all nudged me deeper into the dirt. And yet... I couldn't refuse or snap back. They'd caught me wearing my panties all wrong. If I'd just taken them off, no weird visibility, no wet dress—no one would've known... I did this by wearing them weird. Because I'm the pervert. Yeah, I'm the pervert getting these stares... Can't be helped. It's not that her scornful sneer felt good. I just had nothing to say.
While I hesitated, the guys headed down the stairs first. I hurried after, and Jong-woo glanced back. "Bill came to about 120,000 won. Just send it later. You too, noona."
I figured out the real reason for repeating what everyone knew. He wasn't looking at my face or unnie's when he turned—just level with my legs, my panties so transparently visible through the wet fabric anyone could spot them. And Tae-min was staring too, following Jong-woo's lead. They snapped their heads up to my face like they hadn't been caught, then dropped right back down. The talk was just an excuse. A reason to get downstairs first for one more look at my legs... my panties.
I knew it all and said nothing. Let them look... Feels good. So good... they can look more.
Long after leaving the bathroom with soaked panties, my dress showed no sign of drying. Outside the building, humid air hit us. Cool night breeze earlier, but summer had snuck up fast. Must've been the AC inside keeping it cool. The alley teemed with drunks, noisy chaos everywhere. Laughter bursting out, booze-fueled arguments, staggering footsteps all blending into madness. Faded signs spilled neon reflections shaking in puddles; sidewalks and streets littered with cig butts and tossed flyers indiscriminately.
Filthy streets packed with people. Seeing it sobered me up fast. I came out here like this. The bar was dim, everyone chattering among themselves, ignoring passersby. But here? Neon and signs blazed to lure folks in, walkers glanced around to dodge others while talking. A space where getting spotted was inevitable—way more dangerous. And there I was, alone in my freakish state.
If I'd worn something borderline naked, maybe. But caught with panties down? Worse than a whore—straight-up pervert treatment. Yeji unnie already eyed me like that, but total strangers spotting it? Different story. Insanely risky, humiliating... And slutty juices leaking from between my legs.
...Not just my imagination. I was really wet. My only cover was the clinging wet dress. It barely reached my thighs, but one more move or shift and bam—panties exposed. And for anyone like Jong-woo or Tae-min paying attention, the thin fabric screamed it. I clung to the delusion that this flimsy outfit hid my slutty shame. Or maybe... the anxiety of getting caught, and the weird pleasure blooming from it, held me tighter.
Luckily, no one yelled at me the whole way to the dorm. Though Jong-woo and Tae-min kept turning back like it wasn't obvious, thinking they weren't caught... and drunk guys passing by rolled their eyes oddly along my steps... Yeji unnie huffed with undisguised mockery and scorn...
Yeah, nothing happened. Just my slutty pussy soaking from thighs to panties to dress to legs. And Tae-min's gaze... felt like it shifted a bit when he noticed.
