"Pick your poison." Emily's grin was wicked as she held up the handful of lace and silk.
Ning Chu's mouth went dry. He stared at the black thong dangling from her finger. It's so small. Just a string. His cock, already hard and trapped in his shorts, gave a pathetic throb.
"The… the black one," he whispered, voice cracking.
"Good choice." Emily spun him, pressed his chest against the rough bark of an oak tree behind the fountain, and yanked his shorts and boxers down in one rough pull. The cool campus air hit his bare ass. "Look at you. Already dripping."
He was. His small cock, now completely hairless and smooth, stood at attention, a translucent bead of pre-cum pearling at the slit. The skin there felt impossibly sensitive, every breeze a caress.
Emily knelt. He heard the soft shhhk of fabric, then felt the lace brush up his calves. His breath faltered. The material was soft yet scratchy, a contradictory sensation that made his thighs tremble. The front pouch was a scant triangle. She guided his erection into it, the lace immediately constricting, hugging his shaft in a tight, unfamiliar embrace.
"Lift your foot," she murmured, her breath hot on the back of his thigh. He obeyed, and she slid the thong up. The single string nestled between his ass cheeks, a constant, intrusive presence. She adjusted it, her fingers brushing his perineum, then tracing the string deeper into his cleft. It settled directly against his hole.
Oh god. It's inside me.
"There." She stood, her hands smoothing over his hips. Her touch lingered on the subtle new curve she found there. "Perfect fit. You look adorable. So fucking slutty."
She spun him back around. Her eyes dropped to the front of the thong. His cock strained against the black lace, the head poking out slightly, flushed and wet. The fabric was already darkening with his pre-cum.
"You like that, don't you?" she whispered, leaning in. "Wearing my panties. Being my little secret."
She kissed him. Hard. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, claiming it. Ning Chu moaned into the kiss, his hands fluttering at his sides before gripping her waist. Her taste was mint and coffee. His body responded on its own, hips pushing forward, making the lace rub his frenulum.
She broke the kiss with a wet sound. "Now go to class. Feel that string against your hole the whole time. Think about me touching you there." She gave his ass a sharp, stinging slap that jiggled the soft, newly-forming flesh. "Go on."
He walked to his morning lecture bow-legged, every step a reminder. The thin string sawed between his cheeks, a persistent, maddening friction against his most private star. The front pouch squeezed his cock, the lace texture rasping over his sensitive head with each shift in his seat.
He sat in the back row, trying to melt into the chair. The professor droned about introductory philosophy. Ning Chu heard none of it. His entire world had narrowed to the triangle of lace containing his heat and the string bisecting his ass.
He shifted. The movement made the lace tug at his balls, a sweet, sharp pull. He gasped softly. Fuck. He shifted again, pressing his thighs together. That was worse. The pressure increased, the string digging in. He let his legs fall open, which made the pouch tighten around his shaft. His cock pulsed, leaking more pre-cum that soaked into the fabric, making it cling wetly.
A phantom memory of the shower—Wen Yang' brutal thrusts, the system's calibration—flashed behind his eyes. His hips gave a tiny, involuntary jerk. No. Stop. But his body wasn't listening. A low, simmering heat was building in his groin, different from before. Deeper. It pooled beneath his cock, in a place that felt… empty.
He glanced around. No one was looking. He let his hand drop into his lap, palming himself through his shorts. The pressure was immediate and electric. He bit his lip to stifle a sound. Through the layers, he could feel the damp patch, the shape of his erection, the way the thong framed it all.
I'm sitting in class. I'm hard. I'm wearing women's underwear. I'm getting off on it.
His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, angling it below the desk.
[System Notification: Quest 'Panties in Public' – Progress: 60%. Arousal detected in public setting. Bonus +10 System Points for visible erection outline.]
A hysterical laugh bubbled in his throat. Visible outline. He looked down. The grey of his shorts did little to hide the distinct, damp bulge. Fuck.
The heat in his gut coiled tighter. He couldn't stop his hand from rubbing in slow, desperate circles. The lecture hall blurred. The professor's voice became a distant hum. All he could feel was the lace, the string, the building pressure. His breaths came short and sharp through his nose. His toes curled inside his shoes.
I'm gonna come. In class. In a thong.
He pressed the heel of his hand harder against his cockhead, grinding it into the chair. The string tugged at his entrance with the motion. A shocking bolt of pleasure-pain shot up his spine. His back arched slightly, his free hand clutching the edge of the desk.
Not yet, not yet…
The system chimed again.
[Calibration Update: 4% Complete. Anal sensitivity increased by 15%. Prostate gland swelling detected. Preparing for fluid production.]
What? The new notification, the clinical terms, sent a fresh jolt of humiliation and arousal through him. Prostate. Fluid.His body was literally rewriting itself to take it.
It was the final push. The coil snapped.
Ning Chu's vision whited out. He slammed his mouth shut, but a choked, guttural "Nnngghh!" escaped his nostrils. His hips bucked up off the seat, again, again, a frantic, shallow rhythm. His cock erupted inside the sodden lace pouch. He felt the hot, wet pulses, one after another, spurt, spurt, spurt, each one wringing a silent sob from his chest. The come soaked instantly through the thin material, spreading a warm, sticky patch across the front of his shorts.
He collapsed back into the chair, boneless, trembling. Hypersensitivity screamed from every nerve. The wet lace felt like sandpaper. The string was a brand. He was panting, sweat beading on his hairline.
Slowly, the world swam back. The professor was still talking. No one had noticed. He was just a guy in the back, slouching.
A final notification burned in his vision.
[Quest Complete: 'Panties in Public.' Reward: 100 SP. Chastity Penalty Avoided. New Quest Available: 'Shared Secret' – Return to your dorm wearing the soiled panties. Ensure your roommate Wen Yang discovers them. Reward: Body Calibration to 5%. Failure: Random Lewdness Stat Increase.]
Ning Chu's spent cock gave a feeble, painful twitch. The warm come in his underwear was already cooling into a clammy, shameful mess. He had to walk across campus like this. He had to let Wen Yang see.
He closed his eyes. A strange, floaty feeling spread through his chest. It wasn't just humiliation. Underneath the panic, a thread of something dark and eager uncurled.
He's gonna know. He's gonna see what I did.
And the worst part, the part that made his softened dick stir again against the wet lace, was that he wanted him to.