Why Doesn't My Discharge Bleach My Underwear の小説・ストーリー

He closes the door gently behind him. I’m halfway to protest about him doing my laundry,my pride would normally scold me but my clothes are soaked through. The ones on the floor weren’t wet until he emerged like some damp statue of Poseidon and bled water everywhere. Panic flickers. I do not want him seeing my underwear. In my dorm I live in boxers—boy boxers—and the thought of my mate catching me in anything but a pretty lace underwear is mortifying. I cry on the inside, quietly.

"It's bad. I think maybe if I open the windows and air it out, it might help some, but there's no question that it's going to take some bleach, too. Lots of bleach." Jenny nodded slowly. "Okay. So . . . we need bleach. And vinegar and baking soda." At my questioning glance, she explained, "It's good for cleaning sinks and showers and toilets. Great for deodorizing, too." She looked back at my car. "It's not furnished, is it?"

That would be highly unhygienic, considering I’ll end up leaving them. That’s if I can convince him to stop all of this. “What do you think?” I turned to him. He gestured to the display. There were a variety of underwear, different styles and shapes. I cringed when I saw the white transparent panties, though it was more of a thong. You could see right through the fabric.

Cass was too distracted about her dress being ruined, which was a present from Isaac, getting stained up by Neil's ounces of white bleach to care. She squealed out, pushing him away. Neil laughed as he crashed to the bed again. Cass held the bottom folds out to inspect the damage. There was no way there wouldn't be stains. And the dress was white! It would be extra visible! Cass dragged the dress off of her, smelling the cum through the dress as the wet cloth collided with her face. She winced at the impact, before tossing the dress into the bathtub. She turned on warm water, hoping she could soak the cum out.

I examined the control panel and I tried again pressing an option that said spring falls and the water trickled out slowly. I peeled the drenched clothes from my body, not knowing what to do with them. I saw a bamboo basket in the corner and wondered... Did I really want to cross-contaminate my clothes with Constantine's... Well... "Fuck it," I said, tossing the whole batch in. After I was done with a cool relaxing shower. I looked through the garment bags until I finally found the blue one.

The icy feel the water gives my body is thrilling. I squeeze shampoo onto my palm, feeling the strawberry sented soap calm my nerves even more. By the time I was done I felt satisfied and calmer than I was thirty minutes ago. Wait.... thirty minutes? Shit. Hurriedly, I make my way to the closet, already feeling lazy to dress up. I just want to stay naked. Searching through my options I settle on a lose sleeveless dress in a light blue colour, with a pink hue staining the bottom. I don't put on anything else on the inside and just apply a lite moisturizer on my skin. I love the way the dress hugs my body but is loose enough to enable me to move freely and still feel dressed. It ends just unde

Again. The hell? I started pulling more clothes out, tossing them on the bed one by one. A weird pattern was forming—and not the fun, aesthetic kind. It was all the same strange whiteish, chalky-looking stain. Rough in texture. Faintly discolored. Like something had... soaked in and dried completely. I stepped back and stared at the pile, heart thudding faster with every second. It didn’t look like lotion. Didn’t feel like lotion. And unless all my clothes had collectively decided to develop eczema, this was getting very concerning.

I hoped I’d be able to get out the brown spot from my brand new white shirt. I was out of breath by the time I reached the bathroom. I stripped off my coat and placed that and my purse on the counter. My black blazer had been spared but there was a huge stain in the middle of the white shirt. Great. It wasn’t a spot that I’d be able to hide even if I buttoned the jacket. I reached for some paper towels and wadded them up before wetting them under the sink. I scrubbed at the stain. Some of the brown was coming out but not enough. I checked my phone again and I had less than ten minutes.

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he informs me as I unlock the door. Once I am in the hallway, I run to my personal bathroom, and still wearing the clothes, I turn on the water. Under the sink, I have a bottle of bleach, and I pour as much as I can over myself. If I could, I would drink it as well. After I use the entire bottle of bleach, I remove my clothes and use what I have left of my soap to wash my hair. I even used it to clean my mouth again. I don’t know what I would do without Safia. She always blocks all the worst parts of my abuse for me.