Chapter 243 – #9. Mira and the Worker (7)
The date, which has had its own standard format until now, from a certain moment, the color of ‘play’ became stronger.
Rather good. Because it’s more fun
In particular, pretending not to know each other while knowing each other was surprisingly quite a fun factor.
For example, putting a mummy in a short skirt to the level I’m obsessed with.
“Honey, that… Isn’t this skirt too short…?”
“It’s pretty, but what? Look, it suits you well.”
For some reason, it seems that each other’s lines have changed.
Mira seemed to have difficulty concentrating on the full date because of me.
That would also be the case, since she was wearing a skirt that was so short that even if she lifted her legs up a little, she could see through.
“Yeah, that’s a bit embarrassing…”
“It’s really good in my eyes. Do you hate it that much?”
I moved closer, met Mira’s eyes, and asked, pretending to be kind.
Uh, to be honest, I’m a bit…
If it was another woman, especially if it was Gina, ‘Oppa, isn’t that disgusting?!’ Would not have said
He’s usually cute, but sometimes he has a tendency to be downright cheesy.
But Mira was just stumped.
Maybe it’s because she loves the atmosphere of the date so much that she doesn’t want to spoil it.
But now… She has nothing to say because she herself was doing another man’s ‘mission’.
Right now, she doesn’t know how much Mira is doing with that guy’s mission, but at least one thing is certain.
Not wearing panties.
If it hadn’t been for that ban, she would have gone to her underwear store without hesitation.
It’s a bit dizzy when I think about it.
She is wearing only pantyhose with no panties on her cum-stained pussy, but her boyfriend wears only a short skirt while on a date.
There is no way that Mira, who is the most common-sense among women and has a personality close to the general public, voluntarily goes without panties.
I decided to bully such a shy Mira again.
First, put on an H-line skirt that is tight and short enough to expose the silence followed line.
No matter how unwilling she reacts, she can’t refuse if I shower her with compliments pretending to be naive.
Color is white. I like the contrast with the black pantyhose.
“Then let’s go downstairs.”
“Huh? Huh…”
Mira can’t say no even though she has a disgusted expression on her face.
Downstairs is also a women’s clothing store.
The themes were not particularly different. It seems that they gave it two floors because there are a lot of female customers.
I didn’t know because I wasn’t interested, but maybe it’s only here.
Of course, I wasn’t that curious. My interest right now, because Mira was completely monopolizing it.
Normally, she would have liked this kind of attention, but now, to anyone’s eyes, she felt burdened.
In front of the escalator going downstairs like that…
Even before I got on the escalator, I grabbed Mira’s shoulders from behind.
It was like children playing with trains.
This will force her to take the lead because of her posture.
“I’m sorry…”
In the end, she was wearing a skirt that was so short that the mummy would have covered a third of her thighs, and she rode the escalator downstairs.
There was nothing in front of her.
I was in the back, and I was carrying my coat, and I was carrying all the shopping bags and handbags.
Since this was something she could normally do, and in fact it was a consideration she often did, she failed to get over it with the excuse that she was sorry for Mira.
Meera, who had been deprived of all the things that could cover her, could do nothing but shrink her body…
– Took
“Oops.”
“Self…?”
“Sorry sorry.”
As soon as I got on her escalator, I pretended it was a mistake and pushed my foot between her feet.
Because Mira was trying to keep her legs closed, she was in a position with her legs slightly apart because of me.
One more drink, while I was pretending not to know, I tapped her shoes lightly to notice her, and Mira glanced at me resentfully and spread her legs a little more.
Mira, with her legs slightly less than shoulder width apart, held that position even when I removed her feet.
Also. You know I’ll be disappointed if you pull her leg right away.
But really, it’s not like it’s a big deal.
She spread her legs, but just because she spread them out a little doesn’t mean that the inside of her skirt will be open to the public.
And if you think about it realistically, wouldn’t it be strange to notice that the inside of the pantyhose of a woman passing by outside is no panties.
I couldn’t see any pussy, and I couldn’t tell them apart because they were still covered by stockings.
… But, that’s the case when thinking from a third person’s point of view.
The important thing is Mira’s own mentality.
We’re both pretending not to know because we’re ‘play’, but in fact, from Mira’s point of view, today must be a pretty hard day.
First of all, I set up a date with my precious lover, but I was caught by another man right before the appointment time, and I was late for her while having sex.
I couldn’t clean up properly because I was in a hurry to come right away, so my panties were wet with another man’s cum leaking from her pussy.
Then, during a date, she broke away and sucked another man’s cock, ate his semen, and had her panties stolen.
While shopping there, she was wearing no panties, but her lover continued to wear a short skirt, and she spread her legs on the escalator in that outfit.
It’s obvious, but pretending not to know and not knowing are completely different things.
Because I knew the whole series of situations, Mira’s mentality was also shaken.
Add to that…
“Aww…!”
Mira suddenly flinched as if static electricity had risen.
Not other stimuli…
“Hoo.”
Down there, a child was looking up this way.
It wasn’t coming up from the escalator on the other side, but from the handrail of the floor we were going down, innocently looking up this way, a young child who was probably going to kindergarten.
It seems that he ran into us after coming with his parents and running around. There is nothing strange about the children watching the escalator in a daze.
The problem was the composition.
It’s completely different from coming up from the other side.
To explain it by analogy to the graphs I saw in my childhood math class, the x-axis was almost the same and only the y-axis was different. Since this is not a graph, it is reality, so if you have to ask, it must be the z-axis.
In any case, since the composition was almost vertical, it was clear that the child could see through the skirt of the mummy with her legs slightly apart.
In that situation I…
“Ah, honey…!”
As before, I put my foot between Mira’s legs again.
Myra, visibly embarrassed, bit her lip with her fresh red face and pummeled me with her fist.
Nice reaction
I understand.
To be honest, if I were an adult man, I would have been able to forcefully rationalize it, thinking that I had given the other person eye candy even if he was caught wearing no panties.
However, if a child with a gender-indistinguishable appearance is looking up innocently…
There must be damage to Mira, her common sense.
“Ugh, ugh…”
It seems that pure shame rises, devoid of excitement at all.
Again, even if you can see the inside of her pantyhose, it’s not easy to tell that Mira is no-panties.
What matters is that Mira feels her shame.
To make matters worse, several men come up from the other side.
They were separated as if they were not a group, but the eyes of several men focused on Mira, who stood out.
Although her gaze was focused only for a moment, Mira, who was overcome with her shame because of her child’s innocent eyes, she was even more ashamed of her gaze upon her…
She finally lowered her head.
The heat rising from her blushing face was even felt by me next to her.
After she came downstairs, she noticed Mira’s tired-looking complexion.
Anyone who sees it will know that several years have passed since they came down.
How long would the escalator be?
I went to the bench in the corner of her to take a rest in a weak voice, probably because my energy was sucked for only a minute or so.
…
“Hmm.”
I suddenly had this thought.
Is this an angle?
I woke up as soon as I had that thought.
“Huh? Honey…”
You can’t… Eyes that seemed to say
I grinned and cruelly notified.
“I’m going to go to the bathroom.”
“…”
“I’ll be back soon. About 10 minutes?”
“…Okay. Go and come.”
…
Of course, I had no intention of leaving it for only 10 minutes.
[The bathroom line is long. I think it will take about 10 more minutes]
Of course it’s a lie. The women’s bathroom is spacious, but there’s no way there’s a line in the men’s room.
I didn’t even want to go to the bathroom in the first place.
Anyway, with this ridiculous excuse, I added 10 minutes.
[The clothes are wet because the water splashed. I’ll dry it up a bit. About 10 minutes?]
Add another 10 minutes.
In this way, 30 minutes of private time was given to each other.
Interestingly, the message I sent showed a ‘read’ mark, but there was no reply.
When I send a text message, she always responds within 10 seconds. Why did she read it?
Also, I came back 2-3 minutes earlier than expected, but where did Mira go?
After coming back like that, I waited another 10 minutes…
“Ah, sweetheart. You were here…?”
Mira, with a reddish face, approached me.
Maybe she fixed her makeup before coming, but her face is white without a trace.
… By the way.
“Mummy.”
I mentioned an outward change that could not be overlooked.
“Head. Did you loosen it?”
Mira, who wears her hair in a ponytail almost 365 days a year.
She appeared with her straight hair loose, the kind you would only see before going to bed.
“Oh, yes. The hair tie suddenly broke. What is it?”
“Yes? What’s the matter?”
I nodded and pretended to understand.
I didn’t say how many more hair ties are in your handbag.
Mira couldn’t make eye contact with me and smiled awkwardly.
“But, well, seeing straight hair outside for the first time in a while, this one is pretty too. I like it. It’s new. Should I wear it like this today?”
“Huh? Eh. Then…”
I got up and held Mira and her hands again.
While inserting the cell phone that was playing the video just before.
… What was being played was a scene where the worker was leaving a kiss mark on Mira’s nape over and over again.
I haven’t seen them all yet… No matter what
