[Kexin's Exposure] (05-06) Author: Cai Kexin

Author: Cai Kexin
Word Count: 7819

Chapter 5

Xiaoyu and I walked along the bustling commercial street. I scolded her as we walked, "Why didn't you rescue
me sooner? That guy harassed me terribly."

"It's not my fault. I had to wait a while to get all the information on you.
I also made a record of what that guy did when he molested you."

"So detailed? What did you record?"

"For example, your buttocks are very sensitive. When someone touches you, your body
trembles ."

I admit, a man's rough palm has a kind of magnetic field, completely
different .

A man's hand carries an aggressive and conquering force. When this magnetic field touches my body,
I involuntarily make certain movements.

For example, my body trembles while twisting my waist, and my toes unconsciously clench inward.

I've never asked anyone about this before, and I don't know if it's a normal reaction for women; maybe it's an
innate .

"Anything else?"

I asked her again.

"Hmm... when you feel stimulated and excited, you open your legs."

"I see, I didn't even know that myself."

It's possible that when excited, one craves stimulation of the clitoris, and the legs naturally and unconsciously
separate .

The two walked and talked, entering one of the largest clothing stores in the commercial area.

The store had four floors: the first floor was a general merchandise area, the second floor was men's clothing, the third floor was

women's clothing, and the fourth floor was children's clothing. The general merchandise area displayed both men's and women's clothing, usually for discounts and special sales,
and was also the busiest floor.

This project would take place in the clothing store's fitting room.

The first-floor fitting room was rectangular, with five fitting rooms on each side and a passageway in the middle. The fitting room
doors had curtains made of linen.

At the rectangular entrance, there was a saleswoman holding a tag.

Customers entering with several items of clothing were given a tag corresponding to the number of items they brought, making it easy to match them when they left.

To her left was a large table piled high with tried-on clothes.

Another saleswoman was efficiently tidying up and refolding the clothes.

When there weren't enough changing rooms, customers waited at the entrance, holding a dozen clothes they wanted to try on.

The scene was chaotic.

My job was to go into a changing room and slowly take off all my clothes.

Then I had to do all sorts of strange actions, all according to pictures she had prepared beforehand, without
the slightest deviation.

The worst part was that I had no idea what the pictures were; she had chosen them all.

Who knew what perverted and outrageous actions I would be forced to do?

Xiaoyu was observing my actions in changing room number 5, diagonally opposite me. Her task was to record
the situation as I did each action and deduce which action would bring me the most shame.

Meanwhile, I was staring intently at my phone in changing room number 7, the second to last one on the left.

Once Xiaoyu sent me a picture, I had to perform the same actions as depicted in the picture.

The curtain in my changing room wouldn't be completely closed; a five-centimeter gap would be left, creating the illusion that
it wasn't fully closed.

This way, customers walking in the aisle would catch a glimpse of a naked girl performing shameful
actions inside the changing room.

The first picture shows a girl with her right foot on the ground, her knee resting on a stool, and her
hands against the wall.

Her left hand is on the wall, while her right elbow is pressed against it, her waist slumping downwards.

Her shirt is half-undone, revealing a pink bra-like garment.

The collar of the shirt has slipped down to her back, and the two shoulder straps are clearly visible.

She is facing the wall, wearing a very small thong.

Nothing else.

It looks like someone's photo album; she looks quite innocent, but I can't quite remember.

Anyway, the pose is quite simple.

Standing parallel to the aisle, most pedestrians can see my side profile.

Hands against the wall are enough, and my leg can rest comfortably on the stool in the fitting room.

After a moment's pause, I unbuttoned my dark green shirt, pulling it halfway down to reveal
pink shoulders and shoulder straps.

Then I pulled the stool over and placed it about 30 centimeters from the wall, took off my skirt, and knelt on one knee.

I placed my hand against the wall as shown in the picture.

I slumped my waist and stuck out my buttocks.

"This isn't difficult at all."

I did it quickly, feeling quite pleased with myself. Besides, this level of exposure just gave
the impression of me undressing.

"Buzz,"

my phone rang. I picked it up and saw it was a message from Xiaoyu.

It read: "The pose doesn't match the photo. Think about what you're missing."

So she could see me so clearly that I couldn't even see her. I

instinctively looked at the picture again.

Oh right.

The girl wasn't wearing shoes; she was barefoot, and only five toes on her left foot were touching the ground, and her foot was too high
.

I took off my shoes too, and my toes touched the ground.

Strangely, just being barefoot and changing my posture made me feel incredibly ashamed.

When I heard footsteps in the corridor, my heart started to race.

"Does doing the pose barefoot make me nervous?"

I wondered, but the feeling of nervousness was real.

Was there anything I hadn't done? I continued looking at the picture.

Right, the girl was wearing a thong, while I was wearing semi-transparent underwear.

This doesn't match the picture either, what should I do? I didn't bring a thong.

I can only make my existing underwear into a thong style.

I lifted the two edges of the underwear, twisted them together into a rope, and then spread my buttocks apart, letting the rope
be embedded inside.

My two buttocks were exposed, making it look like I was wearing a thong.

I went back to my original position, and the shame increased even more.

It seems that different ways of wearing clothes can create different feelings.

At this moment, footsteps came, and a girl came out of fitting room number 6 carrying a bundle of clothes. It looked like she was trying on...
I had to leave quickly.

Hearing footsteps so close, my legs trembled and my heart pounded.

My entire body felt like it was only my five toes supporting me; even though I'd trained in dance, the extreme tension
made me unsteady.

She walked straight out of my doorway. I was facing the wall and couldn't see if she glanced in my direction.

She didn't stop, so she probably didn't notice my actions.

I breathed a sigh of relief. The feeling of not knowing when someone would see my body was far more nerve-wracking than deliberately exposing
myself .

Even though I hadn't been seen, I was incredibly excited.

Before I could calm down, my phone rang again. Xiaoyu had sent a second picture.

The second picture was much more revealing.

It showed the back of a girl kneeling on a stool with her legs spread, her hands supporting her weight. She wasn't wearing
anything , and her body was slightly turned to the side so she could look behind her.

She was only wearing extremely low-rise underwear—so low that the top just covered her anus, leaving the rest of
her skin completely exposed.

I'd never seen underwear like this before. I wondered if it would fall down while walking
.

After seeing the pictures, several difficulties arose.

First, the super short underwear the girl in the pictures was wearing was different from mine.

However, with my previous experience making "thongs," I could replicate the process to make a super low-rise pair.

I took off my underwear and rolled the waistband inwards. Since most of the underwear was
made of , rolling it up didn't leave a deep line.

When it was rolled up to the length parallel to my legs with only a piece of fabric in the middle, I slipped my feet in. When I pulled up the underwear,
there was a line at the top of my thighs.

This wasn't enough to be called underwear yet; I needed to roll it up a little more.

I loosened the fabric a bit, just enough to cover my anus.

And there you have it, a "super low-rise pair of underwear."

Secondly, the round stool in the changing room could only accommodate one leg. Kneeling on one knee almost filled the entire
stool . If I knelt with my legs apart like in the picture, one leg would inevitably be unable to touch the stool, leaving the other dangling in
mid-air, causing me to lose my balance and fall.

What to do? I looked around the changing room; besides this round stool, there was nothing else I could use as a footrest.

"I'll put my left leg against the wall then; that's all I can do for now,"

I thought. I knelt on the stool with my right leg first, then bent my left leg and raised it high to lean against the wall for balance. The whole
movement resembled a puppy urinating, extending one leg out.

I bent over, supporting myself on the stool with both hands. My underwear slipped down a little because of the bending over, revealing half of a
pink wrinkled circle.

I secured both legs, tilted my head slightly, and could see a small part
of the passageway through the changing room curtain.

What a shameful move! As I raised my right leg to rest against the wall, I fantasized that I was a female dog.

A collar around my neck, I crawled naked outdoors, finding a tree, kneeling and lifting my legs
. A thin stream flowed from my vagina, urinating into the tree root.

Was my body born to be abused? Was I just a
girl born to be played with? The thought excited me.

If someone came in now and pulled down my underwear, they would see my vagina opening and closing excitedly
, each opening releasing a trickle of fluid.

Just then, someone appeared in the corridor.

It was someone trying on clothes. I was in the second-to-last fitting room, so
there was .

If he wanted to change in the innermost room, he would have to pass my number 7.

The footsteps grew closer, and I turned away in fright, too scared to look.

The person walked past my fitting room, slowed down at the door, and took a few more steps forward.

I didn't dare look, just kept my back to him.

He had already passed number 7; had he seen me? Just then, the footsteps drew closer, and the person turned
back! They must have seen me.

Standing in front of someone else's fitting room would be awkward, so they paced back and forth in front of mine.

Each time they passed the door, they glanced inside.

Ah! I was completely exposed.

I felt the gaze, which seemed to come from nowhere, and my mind screamed, "See? My shameful state,
kneeling there, wearing only a strip of cloth."

The footsteps drew closer again.

"No! Don't come in, I'm so embarrassed, I can't bear to see you."

The footsteps passed the door and then moved away.

"Why are you leaving? Ah… please come in… pull down that switch, yes, the one on your butt, pull
it all the way down. It only covers half your butt, so shameful."

My thoughts were conflicted; I didn't know if I wanted to experience being teased by a stranger again or if I was just too shy
to hide.

After pacing back and forth in front of my door five or six times, the person finally went into their number 6 fitting room.

My phone rang. This time it wasn't a picture, just a text message: "Take off all your clothes and come to me." I stared

at Xiaoyu's message. She wanted me to walk naked through the corridor to her changing room number 5? But Xiaoyu's words always had an irresistible magic. Was I just naturally inclined to obey others? Or was it only Xiaoyu's words that I couldn't refuse? I didn't notice her attitude gradually changing, from a tone of discussion to a command. Because even when she was giving orders, she was very gentle, with an encouraging look, as if she would be happy for me if I did it . Just as I was completely naked, having taken off my underwear, she texted again: "Please leave your clothes in the changing room, just come over." I had thought that carrying clothes would at least cover my body a little, but going over naked seemed too dangerous. The changing room was still bustling, with many people coming and going. Although we were quite far inside, there was no guarantee that someone wouldn't glance back and see a naked girl. I first peeked out from behind the curtain, waiting for a moment when there were fewer people before rushing through.

There wasn't a single empty changing room; everyone was changing.

People were also waiting in the hallway, and the situation didn't seem likely to change much.

If I lingered too long, I might be spotted if someone came out of the opposite room just as I left.

I spotted a girl waiting in the changing room looking down at her phone and strode over.

The moment I pulled back the curtain and rushed out, it was the first time I'd ever been naked in a work setting.

It was a milestone moment,

etched deeply into my heart at 16, during my second year of high school.

My bare feet made a "slap slap" sound on the marble floor.

The girl looking at her phone sensed something was off and glanced over. In that same instant, I pulled back the curtain and entered
changing room number 5.

She saw a figure, but wasn't sure, just uttering a "Huh?" before continuing to look at her phone
.

Xiao Yu in the room stunned me; she was also standing there completely naked, staring at me with a dazed look, her discarded shorts and tank top piled
haphazardly around her.

Chapter Six:

Xiaoyu's performance astonished me. She was standing naked in front of me.

Turning my head, I saw the curtain was completely closed.

She probably didn't want to expose herself by taking off her clothes.

I was about to ask her why she did this when I saw her right foot grip the ground, her
left leg stretched straight up into the air and then resting on the wall, her legs spread wide, like a carrying pole leaning against the wall.

Her upper body was resting on the leg against the wall, her hands supporting her foot.

Turning her head to look at me, she said, "What I'm doing now is what's in the third picture, because I really
can't find any pictures of someone completely naked doing this."

Indeed, unless one has trained in dance since childhood, an ordinary person simply cannot do such a move.

For a normal person, achieving a 100-degree angle between one leg on the wall and the other is considered quite flexible.

Let alone this extreme 180-degree split against the wall.

Even if someone could do it and take a picture, it would be difficult to find someone completely naked in the photo.

Xiaoyu was really going all out to get me to expose myself, even thinking of demonstrating it for me herself.

Inspired by her, I did the same movements. This level of physical exertion would be
effortless .

But doing it naked, without knowing if others would see my body,
the intense shame would cause my body to tremble and distort my movements.

I awkwardly bent over, placed my hands on my feet, and looked at Xiaoyu with a shy expression: "I...I'm ready
."

"Okay, just stand there and wait for me,"

Xiaoyu said, quickly picking up her clothes and putting them on. In her haste, she didn't even bother with underwear,
just grabbing a t-shirt and pulling it on.

Her lower body was also bare; she hastily slipped her legs into her shorts and pulled them up.

The zipper and buttons weren't fastened.

The hem of the t-shirt cascaded down her body like a waterfall, and looking up from the inside of the hem, two full breasts
were visible.

Two small cherries adorned her two peaks, their shapely figures undeniable even under the clothing.

She pulled her shorts up to her waist, the zipper and buttons undone in a V-shape, revealing a tuft of dark
hair.

She quickly put on her clothes and then pulled the curtain open a crack. From outside,
one of my legs and my naked upper body, floating above it, could be seen against the wall; my other leg and buttocks remained hidden by the curtain.

The moment my body was exposed, it began to tremble uncontrollably.

My right leg, supporting me, swayed back and forth, trying to regain my balance.

Beads of sweat appeared at my temples.

Because my legs were spread apart, my vulva was naturally stretched open, my labia unable to conceal
the crevice between them.

My vaginal fluid flowed unchecked down the inside of my right thigh.

The more noise outside, the more nervous I became, and the more fluid I produced.

Because Xiaoyu's changing room was the fifth one, the innermost one, the chances of being discovered were not high.

Aside from someone coming out of the sixth room across the hall and seeing me naked, the possibility of someone passing by in the corridor seeing me
was relatively small.

I wondered if Xiaoyu would pull the curtain back a little more, exposing my entire body. Just then,
I felt something wet and soft moving up my thigh with the leg I was supporting myself on.

It was Xiaoyu! She was licking the wetness from the inside of my thigh with her tongue.

I was so aroused and almost lost my balance.

Her tongue continued to move upwards.

"Ah!"

I couldn't help but cry out.

She had already climbed up my thigh to the outer edge of my vulva.

"Keep it down, we'll get caught if you keep making noises like that,"

Xiaoyu said, glancing up at me before continuing to play with my vulva.

Another "Ah!" followed by soft moans of "Mmm...mmm..."

She first gently licked my labia with her tongue, then moved it horizontally,
tracing .

I couldn't bear this stimulation. I begged softly, afraid of being discovered, "Xiaoyu... stop licking
... I can't stand up anymore... ah..."

She ignored me, grabbing my right leg with both hands to keep me firmly planted on the ground.

Her entire mouth was pressed against my vulva, my labia and lips kissing.

She greedily sucked my juices, not a single drop dripping onto my leg, but all of it
going into her mouth, making "shh...shh" sucking sounds.

I felt incredibly good being licked, but my body was still in danger of being exposed to strangers at any moment.

My mind was filled with fantasies, two forces constantly battling within me: "Kexin, you're shameless. Do you
know you're about to be seen naked? And you still have the mood to enjoy the pleasure coming from your vulva."

I thought to myself.

"But it feels so good, Xiaoyu is so amazing, she's making me wet non-stop. I don't care about being seen anymore,
I want to orgasm."

Another voice was fighting back in my mind.

"You slut, if you want to be seen, pull back the curtain yourself, open it completely!"

However, the self-reproach she was feeling was instantly overwhelmed by the pleasure emanating from her lower body.

"I can't take it anymore... I'm going to climax... Xiaoyu... just like that... quickly rub my... with your tongue..."
…Clitoris!

As I neared my climax, my body began to convulse uncontrollably.

At that moment, Xiaoyu's tongue stopped licking my vulva. She nimbly retreated, hiding in a corner, and then
with a "whoosh," the entire curtain was pulled open.

The door to the fifth changing room was wide open.

My convulsing body was laid bare before the public.

This sudden stimulation and shame struck my heart like lightning.

I climaxed.

Without any contact with my vulva, shame alone was enough to guide me from excitement to orgasm
.

To most girls, this reaction would be strange; even if an orgasm were imminent, stopping
stimulation would diminish the heightened emotions, preventing a true climax.

But I enjoyed the intertwined stimulation of shame and the sweetness of orgasm.

Exposure was such a blissful and comfortable thing.

"That was so dangerous! Thinking about it now still makes me shudder,"

Xiaoyu said, sticking her tongue out at me. She also felt that her actions had indeed gone a bit too far. What would

people in the changing room think if they saw a naked woman convulsing with orgasm in
such a shameful pose?

The outcome is unpredictable.

"But thankfully, we've obtained valuable data: the shame of exposure can help you orgasm
."

In other words, exposure can give me sexual pleasure.

"It's not just shame, Xiaoyu, your tongue feels so good too. Where did you learn such
amazing skills?"

I couldn't help but ask.

Xiaoyu smiled: "Hehe, want to learn? Then next time you have to make me feel good too. Let's see
how long to make me orgasm, practice makes perfect."

She didn't answer me directly, as if there were things she didn't want me to know.

A girl who's inexperienced in the ways of the world would never have such high-level tongue skills; there must be other reasons.

At the time, I didn't think too much about it and just replied: "Okay, but you, don't always do surprise attacks. Discuss
your thoughts with me first."

Xiaoyu's experiments are indeed getting more and more outrageous.

I'm afraid if this continues, I won't be able to keep up with her pace.

"I was afraid that if I told you, I wouldn't feel that sense of confusion and fear about the unknown, and my sense of shame would
be diminished ."

Indeed, it was Xiaoyu's unconventional actions that allowed me to bravely overcome each obstacle. She kept pushing me
forward, breaking my own bottom line, and gaining more pleasure from exhibitionism.

"Let's eat something first, we still have things to do later."

Xiaoyu said, pulling me out of the dressing room.

"Oh my god! More... my calves are still cramping."

"Kexin, if we miss today's opportunity, we don't know when we'll be able to come out again. We must
gather about you."

Xiaoyu said, patting her chest, looking very confident.

"That's right, okay, I'll listen to you."

I rubbed the hem of my dark green shirt. After tonight, it would have to hang in Xiaoyu's mother's closet
again.

Nothing is more comforting than eating a bowl of cold noodles and drinking a glass of chilled mung bean soup on a hot summer day.

I sat lazily in a chair with a backrest made of elastic bands, legs crossed, took off my shoes, and dangled the tongues between
my toes. I sipped a glass of mung bean soup, its flavor refreshing.

At an outdoor tea shop, under a giant parasol, two girls enjoyed their food.

I felt like one of the leisurely urbanites, strolling around, sipping afternoon tea, taking selfies, and
posting them on Weibo with

incomprehensible captions like, "In the emptiness of reality, I feel so lonely. "

Simple people appreciate the beauty of life more.

Today, I could wear such pretty clothes and have my good friend Xiaoyu with me to do exciting things.

This was already a great satisfaction for me, a high school student.

After today, we'd be back under the "devil Chen's" whip, wearing those awful tracksuits.

Stretching, body shaping, homework every day.

But today, we forgot all our worries and went all out, finding ourselves in a frenzy.

After lunch and a short rest, it was already around three in the afternoon.

We strolled to the movie theater.

Xiaoyu said this was the final hurdle of the day, and naturally, the most challenging.

I thought to myself, could anything be more explicit than having an orgasm naked in a dressing room with the door open?

Who knows what kind of crazy idea Xiaoyu has come up with this time.

According to Xiaoyu's mother, movie ticket sales have been sluggish lately, especially with several cheesy romance films
released none of which have been box office hits.

We needed to find screenings with fewer people to make it easier to carry out Xiaoyu's plan.

All three movies started around 3:15 PM, in theaters 1, 3, and 6 respectively. Each theater had
the same shape and seating arrangement, so we just had to see which movie had fewer people.

Xiaoyu waited at the ticket counter until the last minute before the movie started before buying her tickets.

She chose theater 6, which was almost empty with only a dozen or so people sitting there.

She got two tickets, for the two rightmost seats in the middle row of the theater.

I went through the ticket gate first, got my 3D glasses, and Xiaoyu followed. She was carrying a bowl of popcorn and had a drink tucked
under ; she handed me the drink.

She really did give the impression of being completely absorbed in watching a movie.

The film was indeed boring. It was about three murders that occurred in a city within a few days, immediately alarming
everyone; the police sent two detectives to investigate; the protagonist detective and his partner narrowed down the suspects to a
woman and her sister; then the protagonist detective decided to impersonate the female suspect's boyfriend to lure the real killer out.

The dragging plot made me sleepy. After about half an hour of the film, Xiaoyu, sitting inside me
, tapped my leg: "Kexin, that's about enough, let's start taking your clothes off now."

[To be continued]

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