[Shy Wenwen] (3) Author: kkzz044

Author: kkzz044
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"Oh no, he found out where I live!"

Looking at the vibrators in the box and the note with a phone number on it, I thought, "
What ? Is he telling me to call?" I picked up the note. "I absolutely will not call
that pervert, absolutely!!!" With that thought, I crumpled the note into a ball and angrily threw it into the trash can.

I took a nightgown and a pair of pink panties into the bathroom. As I slowly took off the pants and panties I had changed into at noon
, I couldn't help but blush. I remembered how
he tormented me with a vibrator on the subway on the way to pick up my mom this morning , and how I came to orgasm very quickly (as for
the time I mentioned last time, it seemed too short; I asked a girl later, and after a very blushing and heart-pounding
conversation , I felt that 30 seconds would be better... After all, it was Wenwen's first time using a vibrator, and the pervert
had already done a lot of foreplay on the subway, and given the public environment, 30 seconds shouldn't be too much...
).

"No, Wenwen isn't a slutty girl, no, absolutely not." Thinking about how he made me
orgasm , my heart started pounding. My mind kept telling myself, "Wenwen
isn't a slutty girl. It's because that pervert's thing was inside my vagina that I felt this way. It's definitely not because I'm
slutty . It's because of that bastard."

I looked guiltily and blushingly at the
pink . It was so bright, it felt like it was constantly reminding me of what happened on the subway that morning.

"No, I can't... huff... huff... I can't think about it anymore. If I keep thinking about it, Wenwen will become
lewd , I can't." I tried my best to get rid of the scene in my mind, but I couldn't. Instead, it seemed
to be appearing more and more clearly in Wenwen's mind.

I turned on the cold water to calm myself down from that embarrassing situation. "Hmm...
so cold ..." My mind slowly cleared up. "Huff, huff..." I panted, goosebumps rising on my skin.

Thinking about the embarrassing things I had been thinking about, my nipples slowly perked up under the cold water. "It must
be because of the cold water that they perked up. It's not because Wenwen is lewd, it's because of the cold water... yeah,
because of the cold water."

After taking a shower, I put on a nightgown and underwear, dried my hair, and lay down on the bed. Thinking about how to deal with
the fact that that despicable pervert already knew my address, I wondered, "What should I do? Is he secretly watching me from my
doorstep ?" I quickly got up, pulled the curtains shut tightly,
and peeked through the gaps to see what was happening outside. The street seemed normal except for the usual bustling crowds.

"There are so many people here, he definitely won't dare do anything out of line." Thinking this, I
breathed a sigh of relief. Exhausted from being tormented by that pervert today, I slowly felt sleepy
and drifted off to sleep.

...

"Lovely Wenwen, wake up! You'll be late if you don't get up... Lovely Wenwen, wake up! You'll be
late if you don't get up... Lovely Wenwen, wake up! You'll be late if you don't get up..."

My alarm rang on my phone. Looking at the sunlight streaming through the curtains, I knew it was already morning
. I got up and turned off the alarm. I went to the bathroom to wash up.

After coming out, I took out a white shirt, a black office lady skirt, and
a . This is my company's uniform. Since I'm a
receptionist, the company issues specific uniforms. I also took out a
pink bra that matches my pink underwear from the drawer. I took off my nightgown and saw
myself , and my face couldn't help but heat up. I put on the pink bra, put on sheer pantyhose,
buttoned them up, and put on the white shirt and black skirt, zipping them up.

Looking at myself in the mirror again, the white shirt clung tightly to my skin, highlighting my C-cup bust,
but my chest didn't feel too tight. The shirt fabric had a bit of stretch; no wonder it's a big company,
even the fabric for the receptionist's uniform is so good. Thinking back, when I was hired, they measured my bust, waist, and hips, and height,
so it seems this uniform was custom-made. The black skirt clung tightly to my buttocks, and
the outline of my underwear was clearly visible through it. The hem of the skirt reached about 3 centimeters above my knees.

"Looks like I need to buy a few thongs, otherwise everyone will see me like this... so embarrassing..."
But the thought of having to wear those tiny thongs made my face burn. Could I even
wear such small underwear?

Below that were my knees and calves encased in sheer pantyhose, and I could clearly
see my ten cute little toes through the sheer stockings. I wiggled my toes. "These pantyhose are practically like I'm not wearing anything, but
the company's receptionists have to wear uniforms. I must try to get promoted to an office clerk."

Looking at my cute reflection in the mirror, dressed in the suit, I thought, "I'll do my best today too!"

I walked to the door and put on my black women's shoes (also provided by the company).

Suddenly, I saw a photo placed next to the crack in the door; it must have been pushed in from the outside
. I picked up the photo and saw a woman wearing hot pants and pantyhose, her hands
pressed tightly between her legs. Faint dark stains were visible on the pants and pantyhose, indicating that
fluid was leaking from between her legs. The girl was frowning, but her
expression suggested a faint pleasure derived from releasing her emotions.

I was shocked. Yes, the girl in the photo was me. I flipped the photo over; on the white paper
was written the words "Call me" and a phone number. I bit my lip tightly, my heart
pounding, feeling increasingly guilty. Would he send this photo out? What if he did?
Would my colleagues see it? What if my boyfriend saw it?

Countless questions flashed through my mind, each one like a needle piercing my
heart. What should Wenwen do now?

I took out my phone, my hands trembling as I entered the number and pressed the dial button. "Beep...
beep...beep..." Each ring was like torture, but the pervert didn't answer. "Wenwen, stay
calm, stay calm..." I told myself.

Finally, the call connected, and that despicable pervert's voice came from the other end. "You finally
called ! I've been waiting for you for so long!

" "You... what do you want? Hurry up and give me back the photos!" I tried to calm myself down.
"What? You want the photos back? But are those photos yours? Hahaha!"
That lecherous laugh came from the other end of the phone. "You...!" I was speechless for a moment. "Hahahaha. If you don't want the photos
to end up in your boyfriend's hands, then come to Houban Park. Oh, and bring three vibrators. You
know what they are, right? The ones I gave you yesterday. Put one of them in your slutty little hole
. Hurry up, I can't wait for you for long. If I leave and you're not here, you know what will happen! Beep beep
beep..." He hung up the phone after he finished speaking. "Hello! Hello? 0..." What should I do? Should I listen to him now? But
what if he releases the photos if I don't go? Although the pictures in the photos don't prove
anything, I still can't explain them. After much hesitation, I finally decided to meet him and see
what he was up to. I opened the drawer and took out three vibrators from the box he'd given me. "That
perverted bastard was talking about this, wasn't he?" Although I didn't want to listen to him, the photo was in his hands.
However, I didn't follow his instructions and put one of the
vibrators in my underwear. I'd experienced that thing before; it was the culprit that made me wet between my legs in that photo. Thinking about it,
my face flushed again, and I worried about what that pervert might do. "Calm down now, phew,"
I took a deep breath. I put the vibrator in my bag and hurriedly left.

Housaka Park wasn't far from my office building. I took my usual bus and
got off one stop early to reach Housaka Park. Entering the park, I saw a group of elderly people doing their
morning exercises on the lawn. It was still 40 minutes before my shift started; quite early. There were only elderly people in the park
, so I usually got up 30 minutes early to avoid being late and missing out on my perfect attendance bonus. This
job was hard-earned, and the pay was good; I couldn't afford to lose it. "But we're outside,
and there are other people around. He shouldn't dare do anything inappropriate to me," I thought to myself, feeling
slightly relieved, and walked a little further into the park.

I stood next to a clump of bushes, anxiously looking around. "That pervert is over there. Didn't
he tell me to wait for him in the park? The park is so big, where am I supposed to find him? He didn't even explain clearly before hanging up. How
awful

as I was about to call him, I suddenly heard a "buzzing" sound from my bag, and it started vibrating
. The pervert called? I hurriedly opened my bag, only to find that the "buzzing" sound was
from a vibrating egg.

"Looks like you didn't listen to me and put the vibrating egg in your slutty little hole?" A voice suddenly
sounded from behind me.

"Ah...uh—" I was startled by the sudden sound. Just as I was about to scream, a hand
covered my mouth. I recognized the voice as coming from the pervert.

"What are you yelling about?" he said fiercely, releasing his grip.

"So, so you...you're afraid of being...found out, huh?" I turned to face him,
my face flushed from his earlier use of the lewd term "little hole" to refer to the part of my body covered by my panties
.

"I'm afraid of being found out? You're the one who's afraid of being found out. If you're not afraid, then scream now."
With that , he leaned against a tree, arms crossed, looking at me with a mocking gaze.

"You...I...I'm not afraid at all! Delete the photos...delete them!" I glared at him,
huffing and puffing.

"Since you asked someone for a favor, you should do what they ask of you. Are all the receptionists at Litong Company (Wenwen,
the company I work for) idiots?"

"I...you...how did you know I work at that company..."

"Are you out of your mind? You're wearing your uniform. But since you're not listening to me, then
you should be punished." He suddenly smiled.

"You...what are you going to do?" Looking at his smile, I felt uneasy.

"Punish you, take off your underwear and put that vibrator in your slutty
little hole ."

"Wh...what, here...here? I don't...I don't want to!" Hearing his request,
my face turned red. How could I? In this public place, and there were several elderly people doing their
morning exercises . How could I take off my underwear here, and...and put that shameful vibrator in my little hole?
"What? You're not listening?" He took out the same photo that was exactly the same as the one in my bag. "
What do you think would happen if I posted this photo on your front door? Let your neighbors see what kind of person you are.
Or, what if I posted this photo on your office door? Let your colleagues see that you're a
slut who can orgasm on the subway? Even if they don't think you orgasmed, they think you were just wetting your pants, let them
know you're someone who can't even control your urethra and wets your pants on the subway? Or... what if I sent this
photo to your boyfriend? What do you think he would think…" The pervert said viciously to me. "No…no…
don't say anymore…no…wait…" His words struck my
heart hard. I blushed with shame at what he said, and was also terrified. Tears
welled up , my lips were tightly bitten, and I sobbed, "I don't want to…you…you can't…wait…you can't
do this…wait…" I absolutely couldn't let him do that. Wenwen would be seen as a slut. Would my colleagues
laugh at me every day for being someone who wets her pants? Wenwen, I can't lose this job. Wenwen wasn't a
promiscuous girl.

"If you don't want to, then do as I say," the lecherous man smiled again. "What's your name?"

"Wen...Wenwen...Waaah..." I tried hard not to cry, wiping away the tears welling up in my eyes
.

"That's a nice name. Lift up your skirt." He commanded. "Here...here
?"

"Hurry up, stop talking nonsense, right here."

Seeing his unyielding tone, I knew there was no room for negotiation. I turned around and looked
at the group of elderly people doing their morning exercise behind me, about 50 meters away from me and the pervert. Given the morning
fog and the fact that the elderly people's eyesight was probably poor, they probably couldn't see what we were doing,
or perhaps they couldn't even see us. But I was still worried, so I walked behind the tree where the pervert had been leaning, using
the trunk to shield myself from the elderly people's view.

I slowly bent down, gripping the hem of my skirt, my hands trembling as I slowly pulled it up. Seeing
the pervert staring intently at me, I was so ashamed that I couldn't help but close my eyes. Hearing
the rustling sound of my skirt and pantyhose rubbing together, I knew my thighs were slowly being exposed to the air,
completely seen by the pervert's eyes. I felt the cold wind brushing against my thighs, raising goosebumps. I also
felt ashamed of my embarrassing behavior in the park; my thighs and knees were pressed together,
my calves slightly apart, my feet turned slightly inward.

My skirt had been pulled up to my lower abdomen, and even though I was wearing underwear and pantyhose, the slightly chilly morning
air made my genitals and pubic hair feel cool. I knew
he had seen all of my pink underwear; the sheer pantyhose offered no real protection.

A camera shutter clicked, and I quickly opened my eyes to see the pervert
holding a phone, taking pictures of my genitals.

"You...how could you...take a picture?" I exclaimed in shock. In the photo on his phone, my eyes were closed,
but my skirt was pulled up above my underwear, revealing pink panties through sheer stockings.
Although , I could vaguely make out people, and from the surrounding buildings, I could tell it was in
a public place like Houban Park.

I quickly let go of the skirt and tried to cover my underwear with my hands. But the skirt was too tight and stuck on
my buttocks . I couldn't pull it down with one hand, and my other hand couldn't cover anything at all.

"Delete it quickly..." I said, both ashamed and anxious. "Take your hands off me, hurry up, what are you dawdling for? Do
you want me to post this photo on your company's door later?"

I bit my lip, knowing that he had more and more leverage over me now, and there was no room
for negotiation . I loosened my grip, and the skirt was still stuck on my buttocks. I couldn't help but wonder why the skirt
was so tight. But it was no use; my hands were tightly gripping my blazer.

He walked over, put his phone in his pocket, and reached down to my crotch.

"Mmm..." His hand covered my thigh, making a rustling sound—the sound of his
hand rubbing against my pantyhose. Slowly, his hand moved upwards, placing it on my vulva,
rubbing back and forth.

"Mmm...ah...ha...mmm...mmm..." I felt his touch and couldn't help but
moan . "No...I can't...I can't moan...he'll think I'm a slut," I
told myself. I tried hard to control myself.

He leaned closer to me, his heavy breath hitting my face. No man had ever
brought his face this close to mine before, not even my boyfriend of three months (mainly because my boyfriend would do
this all the time, and I'd shyly run away...). I never imagined that I'd be so close to this pervert in the park.
And he was forcing me to do this in the park.

I closed my eyes in shame. I heard him take a deep breath, and then his devilish voice
rang in my ear, "Smells pretty good, you little slut. Mint?" He took another deep breath.

"No...don't...huff...huff..." His words and
the pleasure of his caresses on my thighs and pantyhose sent jolts through my body. As the current passed through
my vagina, I felt a trickle of liquid slowly flowing down inside. I tried to clench my vaginal muscles to
stop the flow, but it was no use; the liquid had already leaked out and soaked my panties.
A cold breeze blew by, and soon the liquid that had just flowed from my body cooled down. The liquid clung to
the flesh , the cold sensation stimulating my skin, clearly telling me that Wenwen's panties were wet
.

I was both ashamed and anxious, tightly closing my eyes and clutching my suit jacket with both hands. "Um...no.
Um ...do it...ah. Do this kind of thing...ha...ha...ha..." My breathing became rapid.

"Hey, Old Wang, you can't take it anymore, you old bones."

Suddenly, the old man's voice sounded behind me.

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