Chapter 78 – Outdoor Exposure Order_Looks Like a Changer No Matter How You Look at It? Outdoors Like This? (1)
Outdoor Exposure Order_ No matter how you look at it, it looks like a changer? Outdoors like this?(1)
Beating— beating—
[Stir-fried pork belly with bean sprouts] What the hell was the costume that I told you not to open until the day? With half worry and half curiosity, I open the delivery box I had left in the corner.
It was definitely a box with only a few clothes in it, so it wasn’t too heavy.
A piece of clothing that reveals its appearance inside the box. I definitely think the box deserves to be light. It was really a composition that I couldn’t feel any weight. A total of three clothes were folded and placed in a courier box. Tops, bottoms, and stockings, a total of three sets. Looking at it this way, it was a composition that made me wonder if it was necessary to send it by courier, but it was strange that each piece of clothing seemed to have a screw missing somewhere.
First of all, I wonder if it would be okay to call it a top, no, a top. To say it was clothes, the cloth area was more than expected. No matter how you look at it, even the basic function of clothes was a questionable design.
If we were to categorize it specifically, should we say see-through_high leggings_leotard? I found out why I knew this category after I became a woman and looked for this and that slutty outfit. However, I only wanted to know it as knowledge, but I didn’t think I wanted to wear clothes like this. In a way, the ranch might be more embarrassing than being naked. Depending on the person, if you are outside wearing only these clothes, you may be reported to the police.
No matter how you look at it, a thin type of fabric that seems to show through the inner flesh, and a high cut leg line that emphasizes an overtly erotic figure. It just barely covered the genitals, and exposed the groin as if it had no intention of covering anything else. Even if she moved just a little, she boasted a breathtaking area as if her labia were barely visible.
In fact, when I tried on the clothes delivered by courier, my inner body was clearly visible. The lightly transparent pure white fabric would reveal its inner flesh without filtration even if you sweat even a little bit. And under the sheer fabric, blatant obscenities were revealed.
When scribbling, I never thought that the phrases I wrote without much thought would be exposed as they are. Under the transparent white cloth, the letters of the black meteor sign were very clearly visible. In particular, combined with this lewd outfit, it made people look even more vulgar.
With just the open top, it seemed like my heart was about to break.
Really, the only thing I was worried about was how to go out in this outfit.
Bottom next.
As expected, it was an outfit that looked very lacking in fabric.
Mini skirt… Rather, it is an outfit that would be appropriate to be called a super mini skirt by adding one more letter in front of it. To the naked eye, it was an extremely short skirt that was about 25 cm above the knee. It was an ultramarine blue skirt that looked a little sky-blue. I don’t know if I should call it a relief, but it wasn’t see-through. In fact, it was short enough to not know if it meant anything, but it wasn’t see-through anyway.
When I put it on, the skirt that couldn’t cover the bottom at all, and the figure of her pussy was exposed even though she was just standing still. It probably won’t make much of a difference even if she wears it over her underwear. Even though she’s just standing in an upright position, the tip of her pussy is exposed a little. It was questionable whether a miniskirt with a design in which the panties could be seen even with movements such as running or even walking, no, even as a skirt of this clothing was meaningful.
Wearing the leotard and skirt sent by courier, the upper body was transparent, so the inner flesh was showing through, and the lower body was just lacking in fabric, so the genitals were visible. A design that seems to have already lost its significance as a piece of clothing. It was a costume that made me want to know the thoughts of the person who designed it.
I don’t know if it’s a bonus, but the last remaining fabric was just plain stockings.
White stockings that shed lightly. Looking at these, they were ordinary stockings, but when you wear them with this outfit, which is dubious to call a skirt, the combination of white stockings that go up to the knee and the stockings that can’t even cover the tip makes you feel strange.
A composition that further emphasizes the short fabric of the skirt.
Putting on the clothes that were sent in the courier box like that, and standing in front of the mirror, there was no rag at all.
The vulgar graffiti was exposed on the skin, and even the slightest movement of the skirt revealed its inner flesh. It couldn’t cover the top of her swollen breasts at all, and her pink areolas and nipples were openly displayed. It was a costume that I was really worried about what would happen if I couldn’t even wear underwear.
However, I don’t think the underwear that should cover this lewd figure is normal, and my worries continue to increase.
Yes, I had to wear the underwear specified by the other owner. Probably, it was definitely not the normal kind of underwear. The look of my current outfit was proving it.
A white translucent see-through high-leg leotard, and a super mini skirt that doesn’t seem to cover the lower part at all. No matter how you look at it, it was clothes that seemed to be only thinking about having sex.
To go out wearing this… It was dizzy just imagining it.
Next, [Today’s lunch is kimchi stew]’S delivery box.
I just hoped that normal underwear would come out.
And unopened underwear.
Well, the type of underwear was normal. It wasn’t that the area of the fabric was lacking, or that the material was see-through. It wasn’t the kind of underwear that only had three bandages, or that there were only areas that needed to be covered.
Plain white triangular panties that can be easily seen, and plain white panties. Wouldn’t these people like white too much? I thought a little bit.
Anyway, the type, shape, and color of the clothes were very ordinary. It’s nothing more, it’s just common underwear.
However, it couldn’t have been sent without incident, and the condition of the underwear was a problem.
In the courier box that [Lunch is Kimchi Jjigae for today], The underwear that was supposed to be sent was nowhere to be found. It was just a small, transparent plastic container.
The plastic tub was transparent, so I could see through it, and inside it was filled with a very unpleasant looking liquid that was white and cloudy. No matter how I looked at it, I had no choice but to guess the liquid in the container. I could see curly black hairs like sparse hairs floating in the white liquid. No matter where I looked, I couldn’t help but think that it was someone’s semen.
And sure enough, the disgusting and thick smell that spreads out when you open the lid. It was the collection of the male’s terrible seed. No matter how long it was kept, the dense male harvest filled the room in an instant. A disgusting smell hit my nostrils. It’s a dirty, fishy, disgusting smell, a smell that I can’t possibly smell as a human being, but the more I smell it, the more I want to smell it again and again.
A fishy smell like a gutter, a smell that makes my nose rot, but why, really, why does my lower abdomen and my uterus ache. Refreshing skin, rough breathing. It was so thick that I went into heat just by the smell that permeated me for a very short time. A plastic barrel in front of my eyes. No matter who brought it, the cloudy liquid appeared right in front of it.
No, it wasn’t Tong that moved, it was me. He was peering into the box as if he were going to pierce his nose. The liquid, which I thought was white, looked like a lump of yellowish white jelly when I looked closer. The floating black hair looked disgusting more than anything.
Inadvertently, really inadvertently. Pick up the white jelly mass with your hand.
The feeling of the terribly sticky semen, just touching it with my fingers, made my hand feel like it was getting pregnant. A thick male scent spread through the liquid. The horrible smell of the semen that has spread all over the place hits your head and makes you dizzy. My head is being eroded with filthy purple thoughts. My head gets weird. A slimy whitish liquid dripping down your fingers. I felt sorry for the bodily fluids of that male, and it was so sad and regretful to see him fall to the floor. I tasted it with the tip of my tongue.
A salty, fishy taste unique to male semen that is difficult to drink. In particular, this lump of semen was very sticky, and it was not easy to swallow as it stuck to the throat. The slimy grains were very repulsive.
A nasty lump of slime, something like this is just disgusting and repulsive, but why… For some reason, I couldn’t stop fiddling with this sticky mass of liquid. Unknowingly, I keep wanting to smell it, and want to get closer. No matter how I looked at it, I couldn’t see any reason to like it, but I couldn’t stop approaching it.
A lump of white mucus that runs down your fingertips. I pick up the disgusting liquid that is flowing down according to gravity and spread it on my face.
The feeling of semen crawling over the skin. It feels bad, like bugs crawling.
A streak of white turbid liquid drips down the face, drawing a line.
Even his face seemed to be infected with that disgusting, cloudy, thick liquid.
It was a disgusting, horrible smell that emanated from my face, a smell I didn’t want to smell anymore, but strangely, strangely enough, I couldn’t stand this scent.
My head is dizzy.
Beating— beating—
Bewitched, bewitched
This strange, dense body odor permeates and is mesmerized.
His face is red because he is hazy, and it is hot as if wet with water.
Breathing is rough. I feel good because my stomach is warm. A blissful hazy feeling about to fly away. Full of happiness, I move my fingers as I please.
It tickled the wet fingers, under the lower abdomen, and over the moist genital area. Moaning, soaked in the lightly flowing pleasure.
Just by moving my fingers like this, my head sinks more and more into happiness, as if I am very satisfied.
It’s like cotton candy. Soft, fluffy and sweet cotton candy.
As if coveting, they suck this sweet white honey with their tongue and intoxicate it.
Sticky sugar entangles your throat and stimulates it sweetly. The uterus trembles and trembles.
It rises to the surface in the pleasure of that stimulus. This pleasure is sweeter than anything else, so I can’t stand it, so I play with my fingers more and more. They want stronger stimulation and more pleasure, so they play with their hands faster.
The flower buds in my head start to open up.
Flower seeds burst like fireworks as they bloom.
“~♥… ♥. ♥♥♥!”
The field of flowers collapses in a mess, like being swept away by flower seeds.
Beast-like pleasure. I couldn’t stand it and felt like I was going crazy.
As if drinking nectar, he took the semen pooled on his hand with his tongue and carefully swallowed it as if it were something precious.
It’s disgusting, fishy, and tastes awful. A strange taste that stimulates the wick. It wasn’t anything drinkable, but I couldn’t stand it.
But still hazy. I couldn’t stop the goofy expression. The realm of nature, not reason. I didn’t know that the urge to reproduce would stop.
Ultimate pleasure.
Along with the pleasure that seemed to wash away even the memories in my brain, I was swept away into the flowing pleasure.
Lingering aftertaste.
Drenched in the sea of lust, I am immersed in the afterglow of the pleasure that idly flows down.
At the end of several climaxes, a little bit of reason comes back.
Returns, recalls what he has done and is disgusted. The feeling of the wet semen that still remained in my throat gave me goosebumps.
What have I done…
The feel of the semen dripping down her face reminded her of what she had done earlier.
Deep down in his heart he feels ashamed of his beastly behavior.
Calm down a bit with a sigh.
I stopped hating myself and decided to do what I had to do first.
He said he had sent underwear and a mask, but all that was delivered was a very suspicious lump of male semen. Maybe I sent the wrong thing to send? I was wondering.
By chance, quite by accident, I found a piece of white cloth faintly visible between the disgusting lumps of semen. I found it and threw it away. As if touching something dirty, I gently scooped out the piece of cloth, and between the sticky semen that flowed horribly, there was the shape of the original white triangular panties that had turned yellow. The underwear that had already been soaked with semen could only smell like thick male semen. Soggy, sticky, disgusting triangle panties that make you feel like you’ll get pregnant if you wear them.
It was a look of panties that I couldn’t have imagined.
Yes, the panties were normal. To be precise, it was a normal pair of panties.
Panties covered with unknown semen. Just holding it in your hand makes you blush at the filthy smell that wafts up. Ha, there was my mouth watering and excited at this gutter-like smell.
Like this, such a disgusting, filthy, filthy, garbage-smelling mass of liquid. Why, really, why can’t I stand it? Unable to withstand the dense male scent that comes from the air, they are drawn away.
Ah. If I get pregnant with this seed, this reliable male seed, what will happen if I get crossed with the superior male’s genes? Subdued, subordinated, and subjugated as it is, live a life for the male as the cock tells you, return to the baby factory as a female and, following your instinct, conceive the baby and receive a full load of that big and dense cock seed…
Hair goes white Somehow, the smell of it made me feel like I was going crazy.
Even now, my uterus is pounding— pounding— pounding— and it forces me to keep bearing that male seed. Semen that is thick and dense enough to become like this with just a lump of cheap seeds, whose the hell does it belong to? Raped by him, dominated, woven, treated like cattle—
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It feels like my head has become an idiot from a while ago. When I smell this, my head goes crazy. I feel like I’m going to go crazy just by holding my panties, but what happens when I wear these underwear myself… I was worried.
One after another, bras and underwear coming out of the messy semen tube…
The original white color had already completely disappeared, and it was discolored to a dirty, dirty color. A dirty color that reminds me of the yellow residue on a urinal that hasn’t been cleaned for a long time. As much as it looked, the smell was no joke.
A stench that spreads just by lifting it up. The disgusting, fishy smell of semen. No matter how long it had permeated, the strong smell was vibrating throughout the room.
I couldn’t stand it and masturbated just by smelling it.
She masturbates like a beast while licking the flowing semen like a puppy, as if it were a ravenous jewel. The flushed skin and the beating heart felt as if they were about to explode.
He howls like a dog and becomes absorbed in masturbation.
She stuffed the bra filled with the smell of semen through her nose and absorbed herself in her pussy hole with one hand while breathing.
The smell of semen seeping into his nostrils seemed to rape his brain. Every single brain cell is raped by that dense male seed, and it feels like being pregnant.
Orgasms, and more orgasms.
The smell of dense male seeds drives me crazy.
Can’t stop and continues to climax.
The ultramarine blue skirt was already soaked with the juice I spilled.
After repeating the climax several times, I finally let go of my bra as if I finally came to my senses. I feel sorry for the male body that is moving away.
As if I had been burned by something, I had been burned with lust without realizing it.
Looking back, it was a very rude look. Holding on to the semen-soaked bra, she inhaled through her nose and vigorously masturbated with one hand. It was an ugly look.
Three pieces of cloth placed on the hand.
Obviously, the first time is to move the yellow cloth over the skin.
The sticky, disgusting feeling of semen clinging to the skin. It felt like a fishy smell was seeping into my skin. Impurity as if each cell is pregnant. As a ‘human’, the feeling that should be uncomfortable and unpleasant above all else. It’s like wearing a piece of clothing you picked up from a garbage heap, and you frown at this unpleasant situation.
Dirty, vulgar, semen-covered panties were placed over the fragile and soft labia of the virgin.
The feeling of the wet semen running down gave me goosebumps.
Similarly, semen leaking out as if hugging the bra and breasts invaded and violated the precious breasts for the baby. A terrible, terrible, repulsive feeling. The vicious feeling of each skin cell being violated made the whole body goose bumps.
The smell of the semen rising over her skin was so strong that it twisted her nose.
And finally, the mask.
I was very curious why it was written that I would wear a mask in the conditions. Who would have known that this mask would turn into a very heinous thing?
The thing called a mask that blocks the outside polluted air is, of course, as much as it blocks the polluted air from the inside out. All I could say was that the scent of the semen dripping from the airtight mask was really, really awful.
Dirty, vulgar, disgusting, filthy, terrible enough that I don’t have the confidence to express it any better, the moment I put on this semen-covered mask, the scent of concentrated semen dripping down, and the feel of the semen flowing over the mask. It invades the nose in a way that impregnates it.
The sense of smell is being invaded to the point where I can’t smell anything other than the smell of semen.
My head was going crazy with the excessive male body.
The small, curving black hair tickling the corner of her mouth, probably the pubic hair on the male’s cock. Even though he himself felt that he was very vulgar in his own appearance, he could not prevent her face from becoming hazy with lust. Although it was covered by a mask, his vulgar expression was revealed too much. Wet eyes tinged with red light. Red cheeks that have been recalled.
I couldn’t come to my senses at all with the vulgar male scent.
In the midst of the flowing moaning, it seemed that the thick smell of male semen was flowing even from her own mouth.
Body that is being polluted. This situation was more disgusting and disgusting than anything else.
However, the swelling nipples and bodily fluids flowing from the genital area were the exact opposite of my reason, and above all, they showed an honest look to my instincts.
On top of the panties that were already soaked with semen, this time female body fluids were wet.
A body that is in heat.
It’s so painful and hot. Having to go out for a day while smelling this?
There can be no
I can’t stand it. I could guess.
Maybe I’ll die socially.
I thought so.
Seeing herself unable to stop her masturbating fingers even while thinking so, I couldn’t help but think strongly that this might be really dangerous.
