So the question was, how to do it?
Eloise, having lived for over twenty years, had already experienced the relatively niche event of transmigrating into a book, but had never encountered the experience of being an exhibitionist. As for how to openly and naturally reveal her private areas, her mind didn't store any reference poses or images at all.
After uttering her bold words, she stood there dumbfounded, her face as red as a small persimmon. The panic she tried to conceal was clearly visible to the man across from her, but he neither urged her nor showed any impatience.
It was like watching a mischievous cat climb up high and then not know how to get down.
Eloise, feeling angry, threw the question back with a hint of provocation. "How do you want to see?" Asked like that, the deep gaze flickered faintly, and the Adam's apple in his throat subtly shifted as he swallowed.
She mistook his silence for a bluff and, in her frustration, further provoked him: "You... you teach me!" In her imagination, this question was like a thunderclap, full of moral interrogation, powerful enough to pierce his remaining sense of shame and awaken the conscience that had yet to fade.
What she didn't know was that the real bluff was herself. Her soft, bashful question sounded, in his ears, like a shy request for guidance. He kindly extended his hand and firmly grabbed her arm. Eloise was startled. "What are you doing?"
"Teach you," he said, pulling her toward a partition door. She didn't know what triggered the sensor, but the door that had been impossible to open just moments ago automatically popped open. Inside was a closed toilet, and the space was surprisingly spacious.
"Sit down." With a slight movement of his strong hand gripping her arm, Eloise lost her balance and fell onto the toilet. As she turned around, she found herself face-to-face with a sharply defined face. The dim lighting in the stall cast a shadow, covering half of his features.
Her heart pounded. He spoke in a tempting tone: "Spread your legs."
Eloise bit her lip lightly, hesitating before doing as he said. A cool, large hand landed on her waist at just the right moment, hooking the edge of her waistband. A cool sensation slowly spread across her lower body, the tension from the waistband gradually sliding down from her waist to her knees.
Inside, she wore white panties with small pink floral patterns, but he insisted on peeling them away, layer by layer.
The underwear was lightweight and snug-fitting, contouring her hips into a round, full shape that looks soft and elastic, like a small marshmallow, and inviting a squeeze.
He stared for quite some time, though it was unclear whether he was studying the pattern or the fabric of the panties. Eloise, embarrassed and irritated, snapped, "Are you trying to buy the same pair?" He chuckled softly, narrowing his eyes: "Do you want to take them off yourself, or should I help you?"
"I-I'll do it myself!" Eloise said firmly, then, with a determined heart, she lifted her hips slightly, as if she were simply using the restroom, and swiftly pulled her panties down to her thighs.
As soon as her bottom touched the toilet seat, her knees instinctively pressed together, as if to hide something. The pale, clean triangle area was uncoverable, with a cluster of soft, sparse hair growing there, without any signs of trimming, but neat and attractive.
He placed a large hand on her knees, his voice low and husky with an unmistakable authority: "Show me." Eloise closed her eyes tightly, turned her flushed face to the side, and tremblingly parted her legs to either side.
Between the parted legs, a round, smooth hill raised, its color white and hairless. In the middle was a red mark that looked like it was painted on with watercolors, and at the top was a round pearl that fits perfectly, with no visible seams.
"Open it yourself." He insisted on being a pioneer, venturing deep into uncharted lands to explore the unknown. Eloise trembled, gritting her teeth. "That's enough!""Not enough." He gazed at her with bright eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. "How long did you look at me last time?"
Eloise cursed him in their hearts, but had no choice but to stretch out her tiny, soft hands and use her index and middle fingers to part the large labia on either side of the cleft, like separating petals, revealing the more vibrant membranous tissue behind.
That! Is! Enough!!
He tilted his head slightly, his eyelids drooping lethargically, gazing at that spot as if admiring a piece of incomprehensible modern art in a museum. In the dim light, if one looked closely, a faint passage could be discerned, extending inward, no wider than the size of a little finger.
Eloise felt his gaze like a hairy caterpillar, crawling relentlessly into her body, its touch so itchy that goosebumps rose on her skin. She had a bad habit—whenever she got nervous, her bladder would start to feel full.
"I need to pee." When she could no longer hold it, she had no choice but to endure the shame and speak the truth. His long eyelashes fluttered, and he raised his head to look at her. "Go ahead."
"..." He showed not the slightest intention of averting his gaze. The urge was too urgent, and Eloise couldn't care much. She quickly stood up, lifted the toilet lid, and, once seated, relaxed the tense muscles of her pelvic floor. "Mm." She let out a long sigh of relief.
"Whirr..." A stream of clear, colorless water, delicate and fine, broke free from its confinement, gushing from above and splashing upon the white porcelain of the toilet.
The sound of the water gradually softened, and the trembling petals, struck by the flow, regained their calm, until the last few crystal droplets fell, leaving a trace of water upon the flower's delicate lips. He gazed intently, watching with great interest.
Eloise had already given up, letting things unfold as they would. Let him see it however he pleased.
"Don't move." He used the back of his hand to push apart Eloise's knees, crouched down, and pulled a tissue from the box on the wall. Holding it between two fingers, he gently wiped for her.
"Mm." Eloise let out a soft groan, her slender body trembling involuntarily. As he wiped, more and more water soaked through the tissue, yet he continued absently, wondering if he had perhaps been too harsh.
At last, Eloise's body trembled uncontrollably. She jolted awake, her eyes wide as she stared at him. "Is that enough?" He gave no answer, simply withdrawing his hand, as if to let her off the hook.
As he took a half-step back, Eloise hurriedly stood up, quickly putting on her pants before letting out a sigh of relief.
