How long has it been since Eunjeong left?
Five minutes? No, three minutes? How much longer do I have to be like this?
My mouth is bone dry, and my heart is pounding like crazy.
Whenever a breeze brushes past me, it feels as if the door has opened, making my heart race.
I bite my lower lip and focus all my attention on my hearing.
...I hear nothing.
It wasn't the door opening; it was just the wind flowing into the bathroom.
With a small sigh of relief, I try to relax my body, but...
"...Ugh!"
The ropes binding me tightly don't allow for that.
They force me into an obscene posture, meant solely for submission.
With no other choice, I muster strength to maintain my original position.
Chirp, chirp—
I hear birds chirping, laughter from passing students, and the loud noise of a motorcycle driving by.
Out of all those sounds, there might be one heading towards me... I can't let my guard down.
Both my body and mind are growing increasingly exhausted from the constant tension.
As I stay like this, I suddenly wonder why I wanted to do something like this in the first place.
It's because I want to know more about my body, and because Eunjeong strongly wants me to do this.
Cha Eunjeong...
Why does she want me to do something like this?
Calling it an exhibitionism test feels too extreme with an experience like... in a public restroom.
Just taking lewd pictures of myself and uploading them on SNS would be enough...
So was there another reason?
Something she might desire from me, beyond just a test...
Click, click—
I quickly stop thinking and listen intently.
...The sound of high heels striking the paved road is audible.
The sound is getting louder, as if someone is approaching.
Please, don't come in here... Please...
Click, click—
With each louder sound of the high heels, the worst possible scenarios begin to form vividly in my mind.
A woman, hearing my faint sobbing, enters the bathroom and stands in front of the suspicious closed stall.
A strange presence sensed from inside.
Upon opening the door, she would find me... naked, legs spread in an M-shape, bound... There's even graffiti saying "toilet" on my lower stomach, and from my opening, a pale fluid is oozing out, making me look unmistakably slutty to anyone.
"Hngh..."
I barely held back a moan that almost escaped my lips.
Simultaneously, the clicking of high heels stops.
...Did she hear me?
Click— click— clack—
Instead of the sound of hitting the paved road, it's the sound of stepping on tiles... the floor of a bathroom.
I halt even my ragged breaths and focus all my senses on listening.
The woman, who had paused for a moment, starts walking again.
One step, another step, and another.
She's getting closer to me.
I'm going to be discovered.
I'm really going to be discovered.
My body trembles uncontrollably, and the breath I've been holding back starts to run wild, outside of my control.
"Hah, haah... haah..."
Since I've already been discovered, it feels like there's no need to hide anymore.
Almost wishing to be found sooner, so it would be over and bring relief.
At the same time, I felt the amount of fluid seeping out increase rapidly.
I sensed the flow of accumulated fluid inside, making my vulva incredibly sensitive.
The moment I realized I was feeling this like a pervert, my vaginal muscles tightened forcefully.
"Hiii…"
The constricted entrance squirted out fluid like a water gun.
The belatedly released fluid trickled down from my vulva, soaking my perineum and reaching my anus.
Showing such a ridiculous state leaves no room for excuses.
Stripped like a slut, tied up like a slut, and feeling like one.
Imagining my disgrace being discovered, my anus soaked with sticky fluid as if it too had become a vulgar part of me, a filthy, shameful woman.
The men who commented on my post were right.
Stripping because they said to and shamelessly uploading photos — a despicable woman.
Leaking fluid while reading comments they had written with hands used to pleasure themselves on my body, spreading my legs wide, exposing what's only meant for someone dear... caught in such an improper, obscene posture for a woman,
Yet my vulva thrumming as if pleased to be seen, like meat on display in a public restroom.
This is something even I don't know… It was me.
I heard the sound of a woman opening the door to the stall right in front of where I was.
Creak—
And then silence.
Even though nothing could be heard, many things were coming through.
The heavy breathing of someone startled by the unexpected sight of a loose woman spreading her legs in the stall.
The woman's internal conflict on what to do about me.
Soon, deciding to call the police, I heard the sound of a phone being taken out.
Then, the sound of a handbag opening with a zip—
Click—
The sound of a photo being taken.
Click—click—click—
It didn't stop with just one, but continued.
There was a sense of determination to capture my disgrace and make it known to everyone, so someone like me would never dare show her face again.
Finally, the sound of taking photos stopped.
...Will she report me to the police now?
Will she say that there's a naked, tied-up, vulgar woman in the park restroom?
That there's an incorrigible pervert who enjoys being in such a degrading position?
But my expectations were completely thrown off.
Squish—squish—
"Oh, ah ugh… Uh..."
The woman inserted her slender fingers into my vagina, as if she were trying to scoop out the fluids pooled inside, slowly moving her hooked fingers. Her fingers, which were stimulating the area near the entrance, began to delve deeper inside.
"I-I'm sorry… But there... really, you can't! I, please! I'm still a virgin, a true virgin… so please, at least spare my hymen…"
I pleaded with the woman who was toying with me unilaterally to at least protect my hymen. Even as I twisted my body in pleasure, bound by ropes and unable to resist, I pleaded, hoping for a shred of mercy that might or might not exist. I had no intention of saving it for a man or anything... but still, my hymen...
Losing it so meaninglessly in a public restroom to the touch of a woman whose face I don't even know was something I absolutely detested.
Eunjeong, when are you coming back?
You said you would help me. You promised to watch over me by my side.
You said you'd be back soon….
Even as I reached climax from the fingers of an unfamiliar woman tracing over my intimate folds, I kept waiting.
I'm waiting for you to come and rescue me.
So please….
"Mmm…"
"Smack, smooch, smooch… smooch…."
Soft lips suddenly silenced mine.
As if it didn't matter that I wasn't responding at all… a rough kiss that pressed and explored violently continued.
This kind of kiss doesn't feel good at all.
Absolutely, definitely… doesn't feel good….
"Gasp, smack… lick, smooch… ...smooch...."
A sticky tongue pushed its way between my lips that had been forced open.
Saliva with a slight taste of cigarettes began to fill my mouth.
As it became increasingly difficult to breathe, I swallowed the woman's saliva.
She chuckled softly, apparently pleased that I had taken in what was hers.
Then she let her saliva trickle into my mouth.
As if offering it for me to drink.
As if asking if I enjoyed it too.
Gulp, gulp—
The woman's saliva streamed continuously down my throat as if it were some heavenly nectar.
When her tongue started to withdraw after feeding me, I clung to it with my own tongue...
Begging for just a little more.
While climaxing nonstop below, releasing fluids eagerly, I was replenishing with the woman's saliva above...
Presenting such a vulgar sight and feeling pleased about it... I heard little bouncing steps outside the bathroom, filled with lewd sounds.
...It was the sound of Cha Eunjeong's footsteps.
Only then did I finally come to my senses.
What am I doing right now?
Hurriedly, I tried to pull away, but...
Clunk—
The stall door swung open.
"…."
"…."
The woman who had claimed my lips fell silent, as did Eunjeong, who discovered us.
After what felt like an unending silence, Eunjeong spoke up.
"Can we step outside and talk for a moment?"
"…Alright."
The woman's voice was quite alluring and husky.
I still didn't know her face or name, but at least now I could recognize her voice.
As I replayed her voice in my mind… I realized the two of them had already left, leaving no trace of their presence.
…Am I still tied up?
Sitting on the bench next to the Public Restroom with the woman who had been with Seon-ah, I briefly checked my Phone before she spoke first.
"So, what do you want to say?"
"…No, I was just wondering if you enjoyed it."
"What?"
Perhaps taken aback by the unexpected answer.
The woman, who had exuded an air of calm, momentarily stiffened.
"Ha, I see now. You were watching from the beginning, weren't you?"
"Isn't that obvious?"
"Well... it makes sense. You wouldn't just leave a girl like that unattended. I should have realized it earlier..."
"No, that's not it."
I drove the point home to the woman who was ruffling her wavy brown hair in self-reproach.
"The truth is, even though you knew... you pretended not to because you wanted to have her, Seon-ah, didn't you?"
"...."
"From the start, there was even a sign saying the restroom was under maintenance. It was impossible not to notice that someone was standing guard to make sure no one went inside."
"Then why didn't you stop me?"
"That might be hard for you to understand, but ultimately it worked out in my favor, so I'll tell you."
The answer is simple enough that even a fool could understand.
"It was so Seon-ah could realize that it's not just men who desire her body."
"What?"
"Because, you see, that foolish girl... she really thinks that only men lust after her body? Especially with such an enticing figure?"
"Well... isn't it natural for most people to think that way?"
"That's not something you should be saying, considering you were just having your way with Seon-ah."
"...."
The woman was left speechless.
I understand, though.
Until I witnessed Seon-ah's seductive appearance myself, I didn't have any lustful thoughts even while looking at her body.
But now... I can't even remember what that felt like.
"What's your name?"
"...Han Soo-hee."
"Hmm... Han Soo-hee, that's a pretty name. Now, please put your number in here."
I noted Han Soo-hee's name in the phone's address book and handed it to her.
Han Soo-hee furrowed her brows slightly but soon grasped my intention, taking the phone to enter her number.
"I'll contact you when I need your help, Soo-hee. Please assist me then as you did today."
I took back the phone she returned and casually shoved it into my handbag.
Well, there's no need to check it.
It's her responsibility if there's a problem.
"Then, take care. I need to look after Seon-ah."
"…."
Han Soo-hee glanced at me as I waved, then turned and began to walk away.
With each step she took, her large hips, clad in tight jeans, swayed from side to side.
...Our Seon-ah is really lucky. In such a brief moment, a pretty older sister like that has already become attached to her.
I'll have to give it my all if I don't want to fall behind.