She Likes to Go Out 8

Chapter 8 – Episode 8. Ep.6 in the Apartment, at Night, Alone – 1 (2)

I got a call from my mother. She hurriedly emptied her bladder and answered the phone.

Her mother insisted on her, saying, “What are you doing?”

“Uh?”

Then she heard the rain hitting the bathroom window. My mother told my father to take an umbrella and go out, so tell him where he is.

No.

She wasn’t wearing pants right now. I couldn’t see my father like this.

She claimed that she was sheltering from the rain in the pavilion of the apartment’s playground. He said he would wait until the rain stopped before returning. He added that if things didn’t work out, he would borrow an umbrella from the guard at the apartment next door.

Fortunately, my mother hung up after telling me to call my father if it was too late. It was right in front of the house, no, he didn’t seem to worry too much.

Thank god…

She let out a sigh of relief. It was going to be a big deal.

First, I unwrapped a tissue and wiped the cold underside. And opened the door and came out.

Looking at the men’s urinals, she reminded herself that she was in the men’s room.

It was dangerous. Super Uncle was still supposed to be in the mall. If I had heard Super Uncle come in and talk on the phone, I would have noticed that a woman was doing errands in the men’s room. She washed her hands and hurried out of the bathroom.

I could see the rain pouring through the glass store entrance.

It looked like it was going to rain. The wind was also strong.

It will be passing rain. Let’s wait a minute and go back.

For a moment, she forgot that she was wearing panties and gazed at the rainy night.

“Ah… !”

There was something I forgot.

Then she remembered the pants she had left on the hill.

It’s no big deal if you don’t have pants.

Because it is raining, the parents have not slept while waiting for their daughter who has gone outside. I couldn’t go home like this. Absolutely not.

I hurriedly pushed the glass door and went out. A strong wind and rain hit her. Even if it wasn’t so, the clothes that were so light were fluttering violently and getting wet. But I couldn’t afford to worry about that.

She crouched down and ran up the hill at once.

Pants and newspaper were out of place. There was even a flickering light from a street lamp, so I could find the pants that were fluttering among the rubble. There was no trace of the newspaper. It didn’t matter what the paper was like.

With her pants in her arms, she hurried back to the mall to avoid the rain.

First, I headed into the women’s bathroom. In the mirror, a woman who looked like a drowned mouse shook her shoulders and trembled.

She untied her arms and looked at me. The soaked clothes were clinging to the body.

The white clothes showed off her bare skin as it was. The bottom of the pants was the same. A shy gap peeked out through the thin curtains. Those panties were too thin.

I was drenched from head to toe.

Ah… What’s this.

She inspected the pants she had barely rescued. It was dirty with muddy water.

Anyway, I tried to wash the wet things in the sink, but the yellow soil didn’t come off well. I was going to go home and wash right away, but I didn’t want to wear that filthy thing even for a moment.

She checked the time on her phone. It got a little wet, but fortunately it worked well. It was said to be waterproof, and it really was.

She cautiously went out of the bathroom to check how much it was raining. Outside the glass door, I could see the heavy rain still pouring down.

Really what to do

The mall building would close around twelve o’clock. There’s not much left now. If the rain didn’t stop until then, I had to go home through the rain. It was comforting that the basement entrance of the shopping center led directly into the apartment complex.

Trudge.

As she stared out of her way, she heard footsteps striding down the stairs behind her.

She felt her breath catch. She hurriedly entered the bathroom and thought she had to hide, she turned back. But at that time, the owner of her footsteps was already up.

“Wow!”

She covered her chest and groin as she let out a shrieking scream.

The person who came up from the bottom of the stairs was the owner of the underground supermarket.

He must have been surprised as well. She let out a silly interjection.

He stared at her blankly, then said, “Look at my mind,” And went outside to her, lowered the shutters in front of her glass door, and returned. All the while she watched him with her squinting eyes, not even thinking about her breath.

“Can’t you go home because it’s raining?”

The uncle looked at Juhee and said. Since she had been to that supermarket since she was young, she was familiar with him. Standing blankly in her arms, she nodded her head vigorously. And she confirmed my whereabouts belatedly.

Her wet breasts were covered by her right arm holding her phone. Her wet panties were covered with her left hand holding her trousers.

What’s this…

There was nothing on her chest where a bra should be. The pants he was supposed to be wearing were hanging down in front of his panties.

Her face brightened. Her ears, filled with blood, seemed to burst.

The old man looked up at the ceiling and cleared his throat.

“Sah, while I was taking a walk, it suddenly rained… Yo.”

She unknowingly shook her black pants and spat out words of excuse.

OMG. What are you talking about over and over again? It looks weirder

The man stared plainly between her bare legs. She curled up quickly and covered the bottom with the pants she was holding.

“… But why aren’t you wearing pants?”

The man who was looking at her belatedly asked, clearing her throat.

As she listened to what others were saying, she realized how embarrassed she was. Her face became so hot that it seemed to be steaming.

“I fell and everything got wet… Heh, it’s covered in dirt… I’m washing in the bathroom…”

She stammered, somehow, inventing excuses. After all, it wasn’t even a lie. She really had just come out of the bathroom to wash her pants.

“It will be cold. I’ll lend you an umbrella and a towel, so go home.”

Saying that, the uncle led her down the stairs.

She hesitated, then she followed him. As she descended the stairs, she contemplated putting on the soiled pants again.

But she was too late to cover it up. It was after she had already seen it. Besides, she didn’t even have a waist strap, so she had to hold on to it so it wouldn’t spill out.

She followed Super Uncle into the store.

Unlike the dimly lit hallway on the first floor, the inside of the store was bright. It was too bright even though it was bright. She got more shy. She felt that now she could open a manhole cover and go in and hide.

After waiting for a while, the man went inside the store. She stood awkwardly at her entrance, covered her body, and waited for him to come out. At this late hour, she hoped that no customers would come to the supermarket.

After a while, the uncle came out with a towel and a black jacket. He handed me a towel to wipe off the water. Water was still dripping from her hair.

She had no empty hands. She had one hand on her phone and the other on her pants.

It was embarrassing. The uncle waved his hand with a towel and urged him. She put her belongings down on the counter with her trembling hands and gratefully accepted her towel.

Oh my god. You will see everything
It’s the man I’ve seen since I was little. I’m seeing everything…

She closed her eyes tightly. I was so ashamed.

The uncle’s eyes seemed to cling to her whole body, mixed with the rainwater that soaked her.

She clutched at her towel, closed her eyes, and shouted, “I’m going to the bathroom!” And ran out of her store.

She looked in the mirror in the bathroom and wiped her wet body. Looking at it again, it was too naked. I couldn’t believe that I was standing in front of a super uncle like this.

“Etch!”

A sneeze came out. The cold, which had been withdrawn for a while because of shame, returned. It was strange that she wasn’t cold when her body was so soaked.

She trembled and rubbed her towel over her wet hair and body. It was too cold. She had to go home. But before she did that, she had to stop by that bright store again. She just wanted to run away.

Covering her breasts with her arms and covering her underwear with her towel, she headed back to the supermarket. She couldn’t escape. All her belongings were in the store.

Wouldn’t the old man think it was strange to see her trouser straps?

Back at the supermarket, she returned her towel to the uncle.

Thankfully, the uncle just gave her a black jacket, saying it was something she didn’t wear.

Not in the mood to be shameful, she quickly accepted it and put it on. It smelled like old clothes. Her sleeves were even large enough to cover her fingers. Still, it was much better than nothing.

She thanked him with all her heart.

She even borrowed her umbrella from her uncle. Deciding to return the umbrella tomorrow, she packed up her belongings and headed home.

That’s how the long night’s walk came to an end.