Mr. Ghost only wrote part of the scenario on my thighs.
He said he'd fill in the rest when the ti cos tomorrow.
I copied it onto paper in case it washes off or I forget.
I reflexively agreed to do it because he said if I don't, I'll never get fucked again,
but no matter how many tis I read it, I'm worried if I can actually do this sober.
Annoyingly, he even wrote at the end, "I'll be watching, so make sure you do everything."
"Ha... Maybe it's because I haven't seen a dick in almost a week... I must be crazy."
Tomorrow's the weekend.
I have to go downtown, and it's clearly going to be crowded.
"Ah, I don't know. I'll think about tomorrow, tomorrow."
The next day
I checked the weather, and it’s a perfect day for an outing, sunny and not a cloud in sight.
Even the sky is indifferent.
I looked at the paper on my desk and read the first task.
Wear only one piece of underwear. (It's up to you what you wear) Seriously, just one piece? Still, wearing panties seems better.
Bring a dildo. ...I have a guess what this will involve.
Go to the specified place alone. I looked it up on the map, and it was a typical dating spot.
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Dressed light for the spring weather in black jeans, a beige knit, and a denim jacket.
Every step I took, my nipples rubbed against the soft cotton, but it was bearable.
Couldn’t go commando without nipple patches, so I had no choice.
The place I needed to get to was a bit far, so I walked to the nearby subway station.
The destination was seven stops away, should take about 20 minutes.
When the subway arrived and the doors opened, I could feel all eyes on instantly.
Everyone, regardless of age or gender, looked at , but I'm used to it, so I calmly went and sat in a corner.
I know I'm pretty, not just pretty but fucking gorgeous, and I'm well aware of my hot body.
I've received countless confessions since my school days and always turned heads wherever I went.
'No one knows I'm braless with a huge dildo in my bag.'
I chuckled to myself, closed my eyes, and waited for the announcent.
"This is ~~ Station. Exit doors are on the right, the right."
Following the announcent, I got off the subway, walked through the corridor, and up the stairs to be greeted by a dazzling sun.
Coming up from the station, I looked around at the wide square and comrcial buildings about five stories high.
The area is famous as a date spot with its eateries, entertainnt, and cafes, so naturally, it was swarming with couples.
I've been here a few tis before, but the place I was going to was new to , so I turned on the map and checked the GPS.
'There...two blocks ahead, then turn right for one block.'
Walking along the path, I felt even more blatant stares than in the subway.
n gaping at with their mouths and eyes wide open and won looking jealous.
They all had one thing in common; they were either looking at my face or my breasts.
'Today of all days to go braless...hope nothing's popped out.'
I've been feeling my clothes rubbing against , so I sneakily looked down and saw my nipples slightly poking through.
Hope it hasn't been showing this whole ti?
From now on, I'd wrap my denim jacket tightly around the front to keep covered as I arrived at my destination.
[Adult Shop 24-Hour Service - Basent Level 1]
......My eyes must be deceiving ?
I lost for words, I looked at the map several tis, but this was the place.
Really? Walk in there boldly? By myself? With no hat, sunglasses, or mask?
Tinkle-tinkle.
"Welco... Oh!"
The male part-tir manning the counter was visibly shocked.
I ignored it and looked around the shop, about 30 square ters, with four couples shopping.
I had co this far, but there were no further instructions, so I hesitated until I felt sothing being written on my stomach.
I rushed to the bathroom, lifted my top, and checked in the mirror.
[Ask the clerk for a dildo this size while showing him one.]
[Buy a few items I've specified.]
.......If the news tonight report a suicide of a woman in her twenties, it might just be .
"Excuse ... I have sothing to ask..."
"Yes, please go ahead."
The part-tir answered, clearly expecting sothing exciting.
Imagining how his expression would change, I dug through my handbag and pulled out a huge dildo.
"Do you sell... dildos... about this size...?"
His face turned red as he stuttered, clearly flustered.
Glancing back and forth between my face, my chest, and the dildo, he answered.
"Uh...um...yes, we do have them...that size isn't very popular, so... I'll fetch it from the storage. Just a mont."
I watched the part-tir dash into the storage, hiding the dildo inside my jacket until he returned.
Soon the storage door opened, and the part-tir ca out carrying three boxes.
"I checked, and we only have these three products. If you like any of them, please let know."
I looked down, checking each one. They were all labeled as "black dildos."
Yet there was no 20 cm-sized dildo, so I spoke to the clerk again.
"Um... I don't see the size I like... sorry..."
"Oh, no problem! I'll put them back. Feel free to look around the shop!"
I sneakily glanced at the part-tir's pants as he quickly tidied up; they were bulging out.
As he went back into the storage, I moved around the shop.
'This is where they sell the vibrators... And here's the dildo section. Shall we see?'
Neatly organized by size on the display.
Each section was divided depending on whether they were suction-based or electronic.
However, as only average or slightly larger sizes were displayed, I quickly lost interest and moved to the next corner.
'This is for anal play...'
Anal beads, anal-specific dildos, animal tails, and more.
'The items I was told to buy... are here.'
I picked a spade-shaped anal plug and a cat tail with several beads attached.
A couple nearby seed shocked and whispered, turning their heads quickly when our eyes t.
I could die of embarrassnt.
I also picked up an enema and so lube and put them on the counter, and the part-tir's expression was quite a sight.
No wonder, after a huge dildo, now a bunch of anal stuff.
I pretended to be calm as I paid.
After finishing the transaction, I tried to put everything into my handbag, but I had bought too much, and it wouldn't all fit.
There was a couple waiting behind , and it felt awkward to keep it all on the counter.
They must have seen what I bought...
"Could I have a shopping bag, please? It won't all fit in here..."
"Oh, yes. Here you go. It's on the house."
I quickly stuffed everything into the shopping bag provided by the clerk and rushed out.
But it wasn't over yet; as I left the adult shop alone, people around stared.
My face burning, I hurried back to the subway station.
Once there, I headed to the bathroom to cool off my flushed face, and more writing began to appear.
[Dildo in and go.]
...Sitting quietly in the chair seed bearable.
I peeled open the package of the lube I had bought earlier and spread so on my finger for inspection.
A sticky, transparent liquid with a slightly sweet sll, the kind I've been using down there all along.
Sitting on the toilet, I lowered my pants and panties and applied the gel thoroughly from my labia to as deep as my fingers could reach.
After lubing up the dildo, I slowly inserted it into my pussy.
The large head burrowed into , scraping a sensitive spot as it went, and its thick shaft filled up inside.
When the front end of the dildo started tapping the entrance of my uterus, I let go of it to check if it would fall out.
It hurt to hold it in place using just my pussy muscles, but thankfully, it stayed put.
"Ugh...ugh...ooh...♡"
There were people in the bathroom, so I muffled my moans as much as possible while pulling up my panties and pants.
The tight skinny jeans seed to ensure the dildo wouldn't slip out.
I left the bathroom and waited in front of the screen door for the subway.
[Please stand behind the safety line as the train is arriving~~]
Not long after the announcent, the train arrived... and it was packed.
Even for a weekend, it seed impossibly crowded...
My plan to sit comfortably through the journey was instantly ruined.
Thus began the 20-minute ordeal of "hell train."
Thud, thud.
"Ugh...haah..."
Every jolt of the subway nudged the dildo this way and that.
The worst was when it shook up and down, striking directly against my uterus.
"Ooh...♡"
Moans involuntarily escaped, but they seed drowned out by the noisy train.
'Ah...can't move...and it feels more intense since I'm squeezing my legs together due to the tight space...'
As the subway started, stopped, turned right, and left, it stimulated my entire insides, and I clenched tightly to prevent any slippage.
"Uh...ah...ooh...♡"
As various stimulations increased, my juices overflowed, and the now slick dildo began to protrude slightly.
At least wearing pants today prevented the worst-case scenario, but had I worn a skirt...
The thought was horrifying.
Finally, I reached my local station and hurried to the restroom.
When I pulled down my pants, my panties were already soaked, and my juices had dribbled down my thighs.
I quickly took off my panties, stuffed them in the shopping bag, and wiped around my pussy with tissue.
I still had about a 10-minute walk ho.
I stuffed as much toilet paper as I could between my thighs and pulled up my pants.
Almost there.
'Looks like I'm going ho commando. Let's hurry.'
With every step, my fully erect nipples tried to burst through my top, and the wet tissue started to clump and threaten to fall from under my pants.
'Just 5 more minutes... There's the building. Hang in there.'
"Ayeong, where are you going?"
Heart dropping.
'No, don't co over.'
Ahead, two male classmates and one female classmate approached to greet .
My face was beet red, no bra, no panties, and a shopping bag full of adult toys in hand.
'If they find out, it's literally suicide.'
"Ahaha.. hey...just finished shopping and heading back..."
"Oh really? What did you buy? Can I see?"
The female classmate reached out, and I quickly hid the bag behind .
"No...it's...personal stuff...sorry."
Now one of the guys reached out, offering help.
"You look flushed...and it seems heavy. Should I carry it?"
"No, it's okay, I'm just in front of here."
Please just leave. I feel like the dildo might slip out.
Sweating profusely, I resisted desperately.
"No, I'll carry it for a bit. You're all flushed and sweaty."
As he tried to snatch the shopping bag forcefully,
"Why do you keep butting in? I said no!!"
I ended up yelling.
"Oh...sorry, you looked really tired...sorry."
The mood turned awkward, and with a very apologetic face, he backed off, and I quickly slipped away.
Beep-beep-beep-beep...
As the front door opened, I collapsed in front of the shoe rack and said,
"I really worked hard today, Mr. Ghost... Now, you'll give my reward, right?"
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