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EP.108 Tour (Part 2) 

The more I rubbed inside my pocket, the more the rough lining soaked with my juices turned into a strangely pleasant sensation. 

Every time I brushed against my sensitive clitoris, my legs trembled so much I could barely stand straight, and with the sun’s heat heating my whole body, my cheeks flushed so red it felt like I was burning up. 

Some passersby had already noticed something odd. A few sat down under shaded canopies to watch, and some even pretended to look at their phones while secretly recording me. 

The more I felt those gazes, the less I could stop my hand inside my pocket. By the time I’d repeated thirty shallow orgasms, barely lasting a few seconds each, I finally saw Hyun-ah’s signal telling me to come back. 

Jung-su, Il-ho, and Hyun-ah, as if thinking of something amusing, couldn’t stop giggling as they whispered among themselves. 

“Let’s go already!” 

The place they hurriedly dragged me to was a trendy clothing shop in the university district, targeting women in their twenties. The store was full of fashionable and feminine designs. 

Hyun-ah, excited, pulled me along, chattering away while browsing the racks. Jung-su and Il-ho followed in silence as she picked out clothes. 

Eventually, Hyun-ah grabbed a skirt she had her eye on, held it against me, then shoved me into the fitting room. 

“Hurry up and change, then come out.” 

Pushed by her insistence, I undressed and put on the frilled white skirt she’d chosen. 

The fabric was soft and cool, brushing lightly against my thighs. The feminine white frills matched my existing white blouse, giving off an innocent freshness far more than the skinny jeans I’d worn before. 

The reflection in the mirror was that of a beautiful young college girl in her twenties radiant and in full bloom. 

“Wow~” 

As soon as I stepped out, Il-ho clapped and exclaimed, his face full of admiration. Even Hyun-ah looked satisfied, nodding approvingly. 

I couldn’t understand why they were suddenly dressing me in something so nice. Nonetheless, with no explanation, Jung-su quickly settled the bill and we left the store. 

Still dazed, I followed, only for Hyun-ah to suddenly yank my skirt up outside. 

After folding the waistband a few times and straightening my blouse, the skirt had become so short it exposed all my thighs but somehow it still passed as stylish. 

“Yeah, that’s the kind of look that’ll reel guys in. Hahaha~” 

“Lift your skirt.” 

At Jung-su’s quiet command, I hesitated, clutching the hem. 

After all, this wasn’t my quiet hometown or some empty alleyway it was the middle of a crowded Seoul university district, with students passing by all around us. 

But my body obeyed before I could resist, and timidly, I raised the skirt. 

“Lift it properly, idiot. Raise your hands all the way to your chest, spread your legs, and push your pussy forward.” 

A command I never could have imagined to expose myself like this in broad daylight, in the middle of the street. 

My body obeyed reflexively nonetheless. 

The rubber-banded labia stretched wide, displaying the ruined hole; the beaded plug handle poked out of my urethra; and the bold tattoo across my abdomen stood utterly exposed. 

Luckily or perhaps by design being surrounded by my “masters” meant the crowd’s attention wasn’t on me. 

“Good. Put your hands down. From now on, whenever a guy talks to you, show him exactly like this. Let them read the words carved into you so they understand what kind of trash you are.” 

“Now then, unni, you’ll split from us and follow behind~ 

You’re all dolled up, so act like a whore and sway your ass to lure men!” 

I didn’t even have a say. Leaving me standing there stunned, they walked away. 

Panicked but left with no choice, I hurried after them. 

They wandered through busy but not overly crowded streets cafés, restaurant areas sometimes lingering for long stretches, smoking. 

During these pauses I would sit on nearby benches or lurk close by, catching my breath. 

I remembered how often strangers would chat me up just walking around like this before. But now tattoo stamped across my lower abdomen, grotesquely remodeled genitals hidden beneath a skirt I’d have to lift the thrill and dread of exposing myself to complete strangers warred inside me. 

The tattoo, something I’d grown numb to for so long, now seared itself fresh into my awareness. 

Sure enough, before half an hour had passed, a clean, handsome man approached me. 

“Excuse me~ I’ve been watching a while, and you’re so my type. Could I get your number?” 

“Uh... I...” 

My fingers fumbled with the hem of my skirt as my heart pounded. From afar, I could feel my masters’ expectant gazes. 

Clenching my eyes shut, I suddenly lifted my skirt high, thrusting my ruined crotch forward, the branded words in full view. 

“I’m sorry.. Uhhaa..” 

“What the fuck?!” 

Opening my eyes, I saw his face twisted in disgust, glaring at me as if I were a bug, before he turned and hurried off. 

Some nearby students also gawked in shock. 

Blushing bright red, I could only flee with hurried steps. 

‘Oh god... I did it...’ 

Exposing my wretched reality when all he wanted was to get to know a woman he found attractive was far more humiliating and shameful than selling myself to strangers. 

But the sharp thrill of seeing his disgusted eyes stabbed into me, and the rush of perverse delight exceeded anything I could have imagined. 

At another time, this street would be full of romance and life into the evening, a place I never could have dared to try such a thing. That made the thrill even keener now. 

Soon, other young men also approached me again and again. My initial hesitation faded away. 

“Hi, are you a student here?” 

“Uh... yes...” 

“I’m a student too. Would love to get to know you ” 

“Actually, I’m just a perverted bitch like this... I’m sorry!” 

“Uh... right... Take care.” 

Some men fled quickly, shocked. Others cursed at me in anger, insulted for being “tricked.” Still others just stared, confused and awkward, unable to peel their eyes from what I bared. A few even recognized me, approaching to confirm if I really was that infamous “Slave No. 4.” 

But not a single one laid a hand on me. 

What surprised me most was how few actually recognized me upfront. Even though my identity had been plastered across SNS and campus circulating groups, most spoke to me not knowing who I was until I revealed myself. 

In a way, that made it ever more exciting to have my dignity trampled again from square one; to collapse from an object of admiration into an object of scorn. 

Becoming an idol, then a spectacle to be mocked that in itself added a new twisted pleasure. 

After aimlessly roaming for three hours, exhaustion set in. Yet, more and more men had begun trailing me subtly. Enough attention was gathering to attract stares. 

My masters, having noticed too, finally turned their steps back into campus grounds. 

From the parking lot, Jung-su gestured me over, and I hurried gratefully into the car. The men following me hesitated and loitered outside, disappointed when they saw me rejoin my group. 

“Heh~ From halfway on you were practically enjoying yourself. Still, getting hit on like that proves my eye wasn’t wrong.” 

“Hey, get in. Too many eyes out here, haha.” 

Inside the car, I finally exhaled in relief. 

But suddenly, my lower belly clenched with overwhelming pressure. 

The repeated climaxes and constant tension broke loose the moment I sat down it was as though my bladder would burst at once. 

I held the plug jammed in my urethra tight with my fingers, trying desperately not to lose it all in the seat. 

But there was no way I’d last the drive home. 

“Master... I really have to pee... I’m gonna explode... Please, just a restroom...” 

“What kind of worthless bitch like you gets to use a restroom? Hang your ass out the window and do it.” 

“Ugh... no, please...” 

Glancing beside me, seeking mercy, Hyun-ah only scoffed coldly. 

Jung-su rolled the car leisurely around campus, lowering the window beside me. 

Outside, the campus was calm at sunset, only a few students lingering. 

Knowing I couldn’t dare go in the car, I quickly lifted my skirt, cradling it in my arms, crouched awkwardly, and perched on the window frame, sticking my bare ass outside. 

“Hahaha! Spill even a drop in the car and you’re dead, bitch!” 

“Look at her, actually pissing now. Crazy whore.” 

“How about giving them a little extra show, eh?” 

In a rush to finish, I shoved my hand between my thighs, pulled the beaded plug from my urethra in one go  

Pop! 

And a fierce jet of piss poured out. 

Outside, I heard surprised shouts, but leaning out the car window, plugged, with my ass outstretched, I couldn’t see a thing. 

Tears spilled at the crushing humiliation of it all. 

I knew better than anyone that everything I did today would brand me forever, the insane acts of someone forever ruined. 

But as livestock trash, I had no veto, no dignity left. 

From the moment I chose to submit, I had resolved to obey unquestioningly and in return, I had myself destroyed, burning every bridge back. 

By tonight, SNS would be buzzing with headlines like “Update on Slave No. 4 Girl.” 

Every shameful stunt I’d pulled would be shared relentlessly everywhere. 

‘Now... truly, I have only my masters left...’