Chapter 12
Chapter 12
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Shin Ayoung's Outdoor Adventure
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The ghost had written a scenario on my thigh outlining what to do.
He said he'd write the rest as it came up tomorrow.
Just in case it washed off in the shower or I forgot, I copied it down on paper.
Though I'd reflexively agreed when he threatened never to let me see his dick again...
No matter how many times I read it over, I worried if I could really do this in my right mind.
And annoyingly enough, at the end he'd added, [I'll be watching the whole time, so don't skip a single one].
'Haa... It's been almost a week without even a glimpse of his dick... I must be crazy.'
I checked the weather, and it was clear skies, perfect for an outing.
Even the heavens were indifferent.
I looked at the paper on my desk and read the first orders.
1. Wear only one piece of underwear. (Your choice what.)
2. Bring a dildo.
3. Go alone to the designated spot.
A quick map search showed it was a standard date spot.
And since it was the weekend, it was obviously going to be packed with people.
I dressed light for the spring weather: black skinny jeans, beige knit top, and a denim jacket.
My nipples rubbed against the soft fabric with every step, but it was bearable.
The place was a bit of a walk, so I headed to the subway station.
The destination was seven stops away.
The train pulled in, doors opened, and as I stepped inside, I felt eyes on me all at once.
Regardless of age or gender, everyone stared, but I was used to it anywhere I went, so I calmly took a seat in the corner.
'No one would guess that braless me has a large dildo in my bag.'
I chuckled to myself, closed my eyes, and waited for the announcements.
"This station is ~~ Station. Exit on the right, right side."
I got off following the announcement.
Climbing the stairs, the blinding sun greeted me.
Looking around from the station exit, there was a wide plaza lined with shops.
Food stalls, attractions, cafes—famous as a date spot, couples were everywhere.
I'd been here a few times before, but the exact place was new, so I checked the GPS.
'Two blocks straight from there... then right one block.'
As I walked, the stares felt even more blatant than on the subway.
Men gawking with mouths agape, women shooting jealous glares.
What they all had in common: staring at my face or chest.
'No bra today... hope they're not poking through.'
Actually, they'd been rubbing against my clothes for a while, so I glanced down—sure enough, my nipples were slightly visible through the fabric.
No way they'd been like that the whole time, right?
I pulled my denim jacket tight across my chest and arrived at the spot.
{Adult Shop - Open 24/7 - Basement Level 1}
The sign made me doubt my eyes.
I double-checked the map over and over, but this was it.
Walk right into this place with crowds everywhere...
And without even sunglasses or a hat to hide my face.
I agonized over it but decided to go in first and think later.
"Welcome... uh!"
The male clerk at the counter's eyes widened.
I ignored him as best I could and looked around the roughly 1,000-square-foot space—four couples were shopping.
I'd made it in, but with no further orders, I just stood there awkwardly until I felt something writing on my stomach.
I rushed to the bathroom to check.
[Show the clerk the dildo and ask if you have anything this size.]
[Buy a few items I specify.]
.......If news broke of a woman in her twenties committing suicide today, it might be me.
"Um... I have a question..."
"Yes, go ahead."
The clerk answered eagerly, looking expectant.
I imagined how his face would change as I dug into my handbag and pulled out the massive dildo I'd brought.
"Do you... by any chance... sell dildos... this size...?"
My face burning red, my voice barely a mumble—he looked totally flustered.
He glanced back and forth between my face, chest, and the dildo before answering.
"Uh... y-yeah... we have some, but... that size doesn't sell well... I'll grab them from the back. One sec."
As he dashed to the storeroom, I quickly hid the dildo inside my jacket.
Soon the storeroom door opened, and he emerged with three boxes.
"I checked, and we only have three. Take a look—if anything catches your eye, let me know."
I bowed my head and examined them one by one. All labeled "black dildos" in the descriptions.
But none hit 20cm, so I spoke to the clerk again.
"Um... nothing here is quite right... sorry..."
"Oh, no problem! I'll put them back. Feel free to browse the store too—might find something you like!"
As he quickly tidied up, I snuck a peek at his pants—there was a noticeable bulge up front.
Turning my back as he headed to the storeroom again, I started browsing.
'Rotors here... dildo section over there—let's check it out.'
Neatly organized by size in display cases, subdivided by suction-cup or motorized types.
But only average or slightly larger sizes on display, so I lost interest fast and moved to the next aisle.
'Anal stuff here...'
Anal beads, anal-specific dildos, animal tails—various products.
'This must be what he wanted me to buy... it's here.'
I picked out a spade-shaped anal plug and a cat tail with beads strung along it.
As I fiddled with them, I heard whispers nearby.
A couple quickly looked away and fled when I turned.
I wanted to die of embarrassment.
I added an enema kit and lube to the pile and set them on the counter—the clerk's face was priceless.
First huge dildo inquiry, now a bunch of anal toys.
Makes sense.
After paying, I tried stuffing everything into my handbag, but I'd bought too much—it wouldn't all fit.
A couple waited behind me, and leaving stuff on the counter felt awkward.
"Um... could I get a shopping bag...? It won't all fit..."
"Oh, sure. Here, take this one—on the house."
I hurriedly packed into the bag he gave me and bolted outside.
But it wasn't over—emerging alone from an adult shop, people stared.
My face burning, I hurried to the subway station like I was fleeing.
First, the bathroom to cool my flushed face—then new writing appeared.
[Put in the dildo and go.]
.......Sitting still on the chair might make it tolerable.
I tore open the lube I'd bought and smeared some on my fingers.
Sticky, transparent liquid with a sweet scent—this must be what he'd used on my pussy before.
I sat on the toilet, pulled down my jeans and panties.
Applied the gel from my outer labia to as deep as my fingers could reach, every nook.
Coated the dildo too, then slowly pushed it into my pussy.
The huge head burrowed in, scraping my sensitive spots; the thick shaft filled me up tight.
When the tip started tapping my cervix, I let go to check if it stayed put.
Holding it just with pussy strength hurt, but luckily it held firm.
"Hngh... ugh.... hnnng...!"
Someone was in the bathroom, so I clamped my mouth shut, pulled up my panties and jeans.
Skinny jeans hugged tight—no way it'd slip out midway.
Out of the bathroom, I waited at the platform screen door for the train.
{Train approaching—stay behind the safety line~~}
Soon the announcement blared; the incoming train was packed.
Even for a weekend, this was insane.
My plan to sit comfortably was shattered instantly.
Thus began twenty minutes of hell on the crowded train.
*Rumble rumble.*
"Hng... haa..."
Every jolt made the dildo poke everywhere inside.
Worst was the up-and-down shakes slamming it right into my cervix.
"Hnnng...♡"
A moan slipped out, but the noisy train drowned it—no one seemed to notice.
'Haa... can't move... being squeezed actually makes my thighs clench tighter, feeling it more...'
Starts, stops, turns—the train's every motion ground against my inner walls.
"Eek... ah... hngh...♡"
Varied stimulations made my juices overflow, lubrication letting the dildo slip out bit by bit.
Good thing I wore pants—averted disaster. A skirt would've been unthinkable.
Finally at my neighborhood station, I rushed to the bathroom.
Pulling down my jeans, my panties were soaked; pussy juices had trickled down my thighs.
In a panic, I ditched the panties in the shopping bag, wiped around my pussy with tissue.
Still a 10-minute walk home.
I folded toilet paper thick, wedged it between my legs, and pulled up my jeans.
Almost done now.
'Ended up going home without panties after all. Hurry.'
With every step, my rock-hard nipples strained to escape the fabric,
and the soaking paper bunched up, threatening to fall out of my pants.
'Just five minutes... I see the building. Hang in there.'
"Ayoung~ Where you headed?"
Up ahead, two male classmates and one female approached with greetings.
My face beet red, no bra or panties, shopping bag stuffed with adult toys.
"...Hey, just shopping, heading home now."
"Yeah? Whatcha buy? Can I peek?"
The girl reached out; I yanked the bag behind my back.
"No... uh... personal stuff... sorry."
Now a guy reached, prying.
"Your face is red... looks heavy, want help?"
"N-no, it's fine. I live right here."
Please just go. The dildo's about to slip out.
I resisted desperately, drenched in sweat top to bottom.
"Nah, lemme carry it a bit. You're red and sweating buckets."
"Really, house is right there. See ya."
I ignored the last grab from behind and bolted at a fast pace.
Home at last, tension melted away.
I collapsed in the entryway without even taking off my shoes.
"I worked really hard today, Mr. Ghost... time for my reward, right?"