25: Tsundere~

Mark groggily walked barefoot to Derrick's apartment with his broken heels in tow. The damage from the photo was too heavy.

He went straight to Derrick's apartment, banging his door. There was no need to wait. He was already tired. He needed a win badly.

The moment Derrick opened the door, Mark demanded money, threatening to leak photos of his otaku and anime-infested room. One photo every hour.

Instead of the usual compliance, Derrick calmly shared a video to Mark's phone. The recording captured Mia's first blowjob in perfect quality. There was no way he could deny it if others ever saw it.

"What? When did you...?" Mark asked nervously. *GULP*. "I think I'll leave."

"Just hold on there 'MIA'."

"...How do you know that name?"

"I have my ways. If you tell me what the money is for, I may be able to help you. I don't mind lending the money as long as you do something for me."

"... It's.. It's for...um...It's for buying underwear!" Mark blurted out the first thing that popped in his mind. 'Dammit. Why did I say underwear?! That stupid prank!'

"What?"

"... No, I mean, all the sets I currently have are a little...risque... so..."

"hmm..." Derrick lifted his dress up without a word, inspecting. "Wow! You were not kidding."

"What are you doing, you pervert! Let go!"

"What? Just making sure." Derrick shrugged. Alright, we'll go first thing tomorrow."

"I can buy it myself. Just give me the money!"

"Nope. Either we go together to buy it or nothing. I'll pick you up at 9." Derrick shut the door on Mark, not accepting any further discussion.

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The following day, Mark stayed in, lying to Sarah about his still hurting knee. There was no need to tell her about his meeting with Derrick.

Just as she left, Mark hurriedly started getting ready.

Mark sat in front of his vanity table, carefully applying makeup while checking the little time he had left.

Taking a yellow sun dress and a set of matching lingerie from his new wardrobe, Mark quickly changed. Sliding the stockings over his smooth legs, he buckled them onto his garter belt, making sure everything was properly covered this time.

'Wait, it's not like Sarah is going to see me anyway,' Mark tossed the corset and scrunchie away, preparing to remove the garter and stockings as well.

*DING DONG*

*DING DONG*

*DING DONG*

"Wait, I am coming!"

He quickly put on a pair of matching yellow heels before rushing out the door, grabbing his clutch on the way out.

Sarah had already thrown away his old wallet in favour of a cute black pleated bow clutch. It had everything she thought he needed - mainly a compact, nail polish, perfume and lipstick apart from his IDs, passes and a pack of condoms that he already had. She even quietly added a small bottle of lube after she caught him in the bathroom.

"...Hey, ready to go?" Derrick asked slightly taken aback by Mark's appearance. "Did you put on makeup?"

Mark froze realizing that he had forgotten about it. "... I just don't want to be mistaken as a pervert. That's all..."

"Right..."

"By the way, why are you wearing women's clothes all the time?" Derrick casually asked trying to figure out Mark's situation.

"It's just due to some circumstances." Mark dismissed it. There was no way he could tell Derrick that a girl had shrunk his penis with a d!rug.

They soon got down to the car park where Derrick's shiny black McLaren GT was parked. Mark couldn't help but jealously take a look around it, pouting. After he had totalled his last sports car against a tree, Agatha basically **** him to take public transport.

"Can I drive?" Mark asked excitedly.

"No."

"Tch."

Opening the butterfly door of the car, Mark got in, carefully adjusting his skirt as he did.

All the girly mannerisms didn't go unnoticed by Derrick. 'Is he really being **** to dress like that or is he a trap?' Derrick doubted whether what Mark said earlier was a lie.

"So Mia, since how long did you want to be a girl? Always or ...?"

"Just shut up," Mark replied annoyed, folding his arms.

"hmm.. If you don't want to talk, why don't you start unzipping my pants and suck my dick then." Derrick said playfully, trying to rouse a reaction from him.

Unexpectedly, Mark didn't deny the request outright. Instead, he just sat there fiddling with his clutch in thought.

"Ummm..." He had just started working out at the gym, but he couldn't help but become more and more impatient. The recent events had made it all the more clear that he had to somehow regain his manhood back. And if that meant he had to suck a cock to do it, he was ready for that as well. He just couldn't take it any longer being treated like a girl.

"Alright. I'll do it." Mark unbuckled his seatbelt, leaning towards Derrick. In a swift motion, he unzipped Derrick's pants, taking his cock out.

The mammoth of a dick was once again in front of his face. 'I am doing this for my dick. I-I am going to suck the maniliness out of him.' Mark recited to himself before taking the dick in his mouth.

Unlike last time when he was held in place, he now had better control, albeit less room.

Combing his hair behind his ears, Mark continued to bob up and down, slurping the dick.

Derrick couldn't believe what was happening. While it was a little sloppy, he wasn't troubled about it. None of his exes had ever given him road head. He didn't even know how to ask for one without offending. At least that's what he thought till now.

Enjoying the view, Derrick slid his hand over Mark's back, feeling his soft smooth skin and ass as Mark continued to work on his dick.

*SLURP*

*SLURP*

*SLURP*

Derrick soon came in Mark's mouth, causing him to accidentally accelerate the sports car. He immediately let go of his other hand from Mark's ass to steer the car away to another lane.

Beside him, Mark sprang back up unaware of the entire thing. He had no idea that he almost caused a car accident with his blowjob. With a mouthful of cum in his mouth, Mark swallowed, relishing the taste.

"Mmmm.."

Just when he thought it was over, Mark went down again to clean the few leftover cum drops on his dick.

It was probably one of the hottest things he had seen a girl do.

Taking the compact out from his clutch, Mark carefully wiped the smudged lipstick with tissue before reapplying a new coat.

All doubts Derrick had before were erased. He could no longer think of Mark as a guy. She was Mia.

"What? My lipstick got smeared..."

"..."

"What? Look, I am not doing this because I want to, you know."

'Is she a tsundere?'

---

Mark was finally back at the mall again. Free from Sarah, it was time to buy some proper clothes.

As Mark confidently started walking towards a men's clothing store, Derrick stopped him. "That's a cheap store. I think we can find something better."

'Hmpf, at least he still knows how to treat me.' Mark smirked. "Okay, why don't you lead? As the successor of a billion-dollar company, you must at least know a few good brands." Mark said, trying to poke his pride.

While Mark hadn't initially planned to buy clothes from a luxury brand, he quickly reconsidered. 'It is only right to make him bleed a few bucks.'

But his excitement was short-lived. Derrick instead led him to a women's lingerie store, the very same luxurious store he had visited with Sarah.

As Mark tried to complain, the store attendant already recognised him, bringing them inside.

"So, is he your boyfriend? Does your girlfriend know?" The attendant asked mischievously, pulling him closer.

Unable to make Derrick reconsider, Mark sighed helplessly. There was no way he could walk another day wearing any open-crotch panties.

"Fine... Can you please just get some regular underwear... Nothing frisky."

"Not having fun with your boyfriend?" The attendant teased, taking a quick glance at Derrick.

"Just get it..."

"Sorry miss. Let me get them for you."

The attendant playfully apologised, leaving to get a selection of high french-cut and cheeky panties with matching push-up bras for Mark.

"I don't think we'll have that many customers right now. If you want, your girlfriend can wear and model them before purchasing." The attendant suggested Derrick.

"That sounds like a great idea!"

"I am not going to model them for you!!" Mark shot back.

"Well, then I guess we can go back, then." Derrick turned around, pretending to leave.

"...Uggh. Wait... Fine!" Mark stormed into the trial room, grabbing the underwear.

Although the panties and bra the attendant selected for him were modest compared to the ones he got last time, the designs were all very feminine and some even a little provocative.

Putting the first pair of panties and bra on, Mark nervously poked his head out of the curtain, checking if anyone else was in sight. After making sure only Derrick and the attendant were there, Mark slowly got out.

Both of them became speechless as Mark stood in front of them wearing only a set of pink underwear with white stripes.

The panties and bra did well to cover his privates except for the small bulge in front. While the outline of his small cage and balls was visible, they snugly fit in the cheeky panties.

"I-I think it fits well. H-Happy now?" Mark embarrassedly closed the trial room curtain.

"Wait! Derrick called out. " Unless you try them all, I am not buying them for you."

"What? Why? They are all the same size."

"The design is important." Derrick resolutely answered.

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A/N:

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