Profession, Merchant Volume 8 Chapter 6 (Patreon)

Chapter 6 – Bully Girl, III ※

“Wait, wait.”

“What now?”

“A lady like you, who is not yet even married, should not behave so immodestly. I can do it myself.”

“Is that so?”

The girl seems convinced as she lets go of my belt, but contrary to my thoughts, she sits down in front and stares at me.

Hmm, the way she acted, it looks like I still have to put it on.

Anyway, the first thing I did was to turn my face away.

Because whenever I look at those beautiful eyes, which for some reason are looking at me full of anticipation, my heart can’t stop pounding and my mind gets confused.

And then a big mirror came at the other end of my gaze.

This mirror reflected my entire figure, from head to toe.

I don’t think I look ugly if I say so myself.

With a serious face, I might even look like an intelligent person.

But even the most handsome man in the world would only look perverted in a pair of girls’ panties.

“What’s wrong?”

The girl hurries on.

“N-no, it’s nothing.”

I don’t want her to get impatient and hate me, so I unbuckle my belt and put my hand on the beige chinos I’m wearing.

The way I look right now is probably that of a bullied child forced to expose his own perverseness at the mercy of a bully.

“Hey. Can you at least turn your head that way for a second?”

“Why is that?”

“Because getting undressed means getting naked, you know. Aren’t you afraid to see it?”

“Afraid? Why should I be afraid? You’ve never been one to shy away from exposing your cock.”

C-cock…

To think that a beautiful maiden like her would say such a vulgar thing with a straight face…

“But… are you for real? Pretending to be a student when I’m a man… won’t I get caught eventually? After all… my c-cock… once you are naked, it is impossible to hide it…”

“You insisted every time that it was a ‘springy model dildo’.”

That is just terrible, in so many ways.

But even as I undressed my upper body, the girl stubbornly refused to move away from me. So I had no choice but to take off my trousers as they were and pull down my black boxer-style underwear.

Then again, they were still slightly damp from the river water, so it was good to take them off to avoid catching a cold – although I forced myself to believe that thought to keep my spirits up.

“Here you go. Wear these.”

The girl handed me the panties, never taking her eyes off my exposed cock.

I was so embarrassed that even though I knew it was wrong, I quickly put my legs into the panties and put them on so that at least there was something to cover my cock.

But the moment I did that, I realized.

I had dug my own grave.

It was far more embarrassing to be seen wearing women’s underwear than to be stared at naked.

To be more precise, I felt that their pretty feminine shape, the feel of the clinging fabric, and the dainty ribbons and decorations negated my masculinity to the core.

But as if to counter all this, a swollen, cock-like silhouette appeared under the blue ribbons, distorting the front seam.

As a result, the double layer of fabric that normally covers a woman’s most precious part was unnaturally lowered, ending up wrapping around my testicles, all while the tip of my cock stretched against the not-so-reliable feel of the single layer of fabric that was on top.

Although I knew I shouldn’t look, my eyes drifted to the sight in front of the mirror.

And there it stood.

An undeniable.

Unmistakable.

Pervert.

So, to get rid of this half-hearted appearance as quickly as possible, I hurriedly put on a skirt and changed my upper body clothing from my wet dress shirt to a long-sleeved casual blouse provided by this lady.

This gave me a strange feeling, that for some reason, I understood that this was how it had to be.

In other words, standing in the full-length mirror was not a pervert in the slightest, but a girl standing in a skirt of fluffy, flouncy, wrinkle-resistant material and a cut-and-sew long sleeve that looked good with ribbons and ruffles and frills and all.

With a little make-up and a padded bra or something to make the breasts pop, this image of the girl would be perfect.

That’s when it happened.

When the girl saw me like this,

“Aah, aaaahhh…”

She stood up with a voice like a moan. Then she gently takes my hand and looks me straight in the eye.

Passionately.

“What’s wrong?”

I ask, but instead of words, I feel her warm lips on mine.

Those cheeky, slightly protruding lips suck alternately on my upper and lower lips.

Chirup, slurp, churup, churp, our saliva slipped and made nasty noises.

It felt really good.

So good that my mind went blank, and I almost couldn’t think of anything else.

But somehow, my superego kicked in, and I let go of her lips.

Fuuh, haa, haa… wh, why?”

I ask again. But the girl, in response,

“Haaa, put it in… the springy model dildo… put it in…”

I was unsure what she meant by this, but she pulled up the front of my miniskirt, exposing the tip of my cock, which was disastrously protruding from under the pretty panties.

The same cock was also making an obscene juice stain on the fabric, dripping from its uncomfortable position.

“That’s not a springy model dildo. That is a cock.”

But again, the girl refused to budge, this time rolling up the front of her pleated skirt.

This reveals a pair of blue panties, which for some reason, are already stained where they should be.

She then begins to rub our stained areas against each other over the top of our panties.

The material from my cock and the material from her precious parts gave the cotton fabric a slimy texture, and I could feel the flesh of her pubic area in full.

It was soft, but at the same time, not so. Springy, but also full of elasticity.

Although we were standing, our hips tingled with bestial excitement as we rubbed our genitals together.

There was a pretty girlish blush on her cheeks and a hint of moisture in her eyes.

Although I could probably say the same about mine, judging by my reflection in the mirror.

“I don’t care if it’s a springy model dildo or a cock,” she began to speak. “The important thing is that it’s good to see you again. Don’t leave without telling me.”

She let out a big tear to cool her heated cheeks.

I, who saw this, then realized.

Perhaps this girl liked me, who was dressed as a woman.

And it seems that I left her alone and disappeared somewhere.

I don’t know what the circumstances were, and I couldn’t bring myself to understand them.

But I know one thing for sure.

“I… I don’t know. But I feel like I like you, so you don’t have to worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

I hugged her shoulder and whispered to her these words.

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