Mission Day Two and Three: The Library
The convenience store's automatic doors slid open, letting a blast of cold night air rush in. The red sign's glow spilled across the wet asphalt like spilled paint. I stepped inside, grabbed two energy bars and an orange juice, and set them on the counter.
"Four thousand five hundred won."
The part-timer's indifferent voice. I handed over my card, finished the payment, and walked back out. Sitting on a bench, I tore open one of the energy bars. The smell of chocolate brushed against my nose.
As I took a bite, everything that had happened today flashed through my mind. Humanities Hall, Classroom 302. Standing on the podium, completely naked, masturbating while staring at the empty seats. That dangerous moment when I displayed my body and pleasured myself as if introducing myself to an invisible audience.
"I'm crazy..."
I muttered it under my breath. But the corners of my mouth were curling up without me realizing it. The thrill I'd felt back then still lingered at the tips of my nerves. I'd started out feeling safe because the classroom was empty, but the fear that someone might walk in had doubled the pleasure.
And then the security guard had come in right at the end. My heart had nearly stopped. I'd only just finished getting dressed. If I'd started even a little later, or if the masturbation had lasted just a bit longer, I would have been caught red-handed. The thought of facing the guard while completely naked, with a puddle of my fluids still glistening on the classroom floor, sent a chill down my spine.
"It was seriously dangerous..."
But strangely, that very danger excited me. The fact that I'd almost been caught made me want to do it again. Licking the chocolate off my fingers, I realized I was sinking deeper and deeper into this.
I checked my watch. It was just past seven. I only needed to masturbate once more today to complete the mission. I'd have to wait about two hours before the next one was allowed. I sipped my juice while wondering what to do in the meantime.
Normally I would have studied in the library, but lately this insane activity had become my hobby. Then I suddenly remembered something my friends had said. We were supposed to go drinking together tomorrow evening.
"Ah..."
I still had to masturbate four times tomorrow, but with drinking at night, I wouldn't have much free time. Alcohol would cloud my judgment, which could lead to even riskier behavior. Or I might get too drunk to masturbate at all.
After thinking it over, I decided I'd do one in the early morning. I recalled my class schedule for tomorrow. One at nine in the morning, another at four in the afternoon. I could probably squeeze in one during the day, and one more after returning to the dormitory at night. That meant I had to take care of one in advance during the early hours.
The dormitory had a strict curfew from midnight to five a.m. I'd stop by before then, shower, pack my things, and head out. I tossed the empty energy bar wrapper into the trash and walked toward the dormitory.
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When I entered our room, Sumin was gone again today. It was convenient since I could shower alone. I went into the bathroom, stripped, and turned on the shower. Warm water poured over my body, washing away the sweat and fluids I'd released earlier.
As I rubbed my skin, memories from the classroom came flooding back. Standing on the podium, touching my pussy while looking at the empty seats. The way my heart had frozen when the security guard walked in. Water brushed across my nipples, and a small moan slipped out before I could stop it.
"No. Save it for later."
I scolded myself and finished showering. I dried off, went back to the room, and dried my hair. Standing in front of the mirror, I debated what to wear tonight.
I put on underwear and pulled out an oversized boxy t-shirt. It was made of loose white cotton that hung loosely on my frame. Then I slipped on a pair of short shorts. The ultimate lower-body-disappearing fashion. The hem of the boxy tee almost touched the bottom of the shorts, making it look like I wasn't wearing anything underneath.
I touched up my makeup, grabbed a cap, and put it on. In my bag I packed a selfie stick, a tripod, and a book I probably wouldn't read. Then I headed for the library.
The library closed the upper floors at ten p.m., leaving only the first-floor reading room open all night. I arrived around nine and went straight to the fifth floor that I'd scouted earlier that evening.
I took the elevator up and got off on the fifth floor. To the left were rows of thick, old books. It was the kind of place no one would deliberately visit, and the tall shelves hid the area well from the CCTV cameras. Only faint fluorescent light leaked between the shelves that stretched all the way to the ceiling.
If I went straight there, the fifth-floor librarian might get suspicious, so I first set my bag down at a nearby empty seat. Even though I wasn't actually going to study, I took out some class materials and arranged them to look like someone quietly studying in a secluded spot.
Then I sat for a while, watching for any movement, before taking the selfie stick out of my bag. After confirming no one was watching, I moved toward the shelves. The moment I stepped between them, the smell of old paper filled my nose.
It seemed no one had seen me, and there really wasn't anyone around. I felt both ashamed of how bold I was becoming and unable to stop the pleasure.
I connected my phone to the selfie stick and started recording. My image appeared on the screen—a normal female student standing in front of the bookshelves in a boxy tee and shorts. But that normalcy was about to be shattered.
"Here we go."
I whispered it to myself and began taking off my clothes. First the shorts. The thin fabric slid down my legs. Next came the panties. The light-colored cotton ones slipped past my ankles and fell to the floor. My lower body was completely exposed. My pussy met the cool air.
I pulled off the boxy tee. It brushed against my face as it came over my head. Then the bra. I unhooked the front clasp and slid the straps off my shoulders. My breasts bounced out with elastic energy.
I was completely naked. On the fifth floor of the library, between rows of ancient bookshelves.
I folded my discarded clothes and tucked them neatly between the books on the bottom shelf. Unless someone deliberately searched there, they would never be found.
And then I started masturbating. I'd begun with the assumption that no one would come, but doing it in a library space made it even more arousing because of the guilt. Since the building closed at ten, there was always the chance that librarians might walk around doing checks.
One hand rose to my breast. I pinched the nipple between my fingers and twisted it gently. A shiver raced down my spine. My other hand slid past my lower belly and reached my pussy. It was already wet.
"Haa..."
I swallowed a moan and moved my fingers. I rubbed my clit in slow circles. My breathing echoed faintly between the shelves. The scent of old books mixed with my own bodily aroma.
I slipped one finger inside my pussy. The warm, moist interior wrapped around it. I moved slowly and added a second finger. Two fingers now. The walls of my pussy clenched tightly around them.
"Mmm..."
I bit my lip to hold back the sound. But fluid kept flowing endlessly from my pussy. I pulled my fingers out and pushed them back in. There was a wet sound. In the quiet library, it seemed louder than it really was.
In my head, I imagined uploading this video to Twitter. This naked footage would be seen by anonymous people. "Masturbating in the library?" "What a crazy bitch." "Show us more." All kinds of comments would flood in. Just imagining it made my pussy grow even wetter.
I pushed three fingers inside. The back of my hand pressed against my entrance. I rubbed the inner walls. The sensitive spot near the opening throbbed under the stimulation.
"Ah, right there..."
My thighs trembled. Strength left my legs. I leaned against the bookshelf for support. The shelf filled with old books pressed into my back.
I kept masturbating. My fingers moved faster. Pussy juice overflowed between them. The insides of my thighs grew slick. With my other hand I continued twisting my nipples, left then right, alternating.
"Haa, haa..."
My breathing grew ragged. My heart pounded. The fear that someone might appear at any moment multiplied the pleasure. A librarian could walk between the shelves. Another student might come looking for a book. Every possibility excited me more.
The climax was approaching. Tension gathered in my lower belly. My pussy clenched even harder around my fingers.
"I'm coming... I'm really coming..."
I whispered it inside my mind. And then I finally reached orgasm. My body shook. My pussy spasmed, gripping my fingers. White fluid flowed out between them and ran down my thighs.
"Aaah..."
A long moan escaped between my lips. Aftershocks washed over my entire body. My legs gave out.
I ended the recording while savoring the lingering pleasure. Only then did reality return. I needed to get dressed. Then a thought struck me. Since I was already doing the no-pants look, did I really need to put anything else on?
I only took out the boxy tee. I decided to leave the shorts, panties, and bra hidden among the books on the bottom shelf. I'd have to leave by ten anyway, and I wouldn't be able to retrieve them until tomorrow morning.
Just thinking about it made my pussy wet again. The idea of having to spend the rest of the night and until tomorrow morning wearing nothing but this single boxy tee made my face flush.
Then I remembered the cardigan in my bag. If I hid that too, I'd truly be left with only the boxy tee. I took the cardigan back between the shelves and tucked it among the books as well. Now I really would have to stay in nothing but this one shirt until tomorrow morning.
Of course, it was still before midnight, so I could go back to the dormitory right now. But I had no intention of doing that. I wanted to enjoy this dangerous situation a little longer.
With my business on the fifth floor finished, I grabbed my bag and headed back down. The fact that I was wearing nothing but the boxy tee—with nothing underneath—felt even more arousing. If I raised my arms above my head or lifted the hem, my pussy and ass would be completely exposed. Every step made the insides of my thighs brush together, sending cool shivers through me.
I took the elevator down. It stopped on the third floor. The doors opened and a male student got on. His eyes widened when he saw me, then he quickly looked away at his phone.
My heart raced. Had he noticed? I checked myself in the mirror. On the surface, nothing seemed wrong. The boxy tee was long enough to reach mid-thigh. It wasn't obvious that I wasn't wearing pants, and it would be hard to tell whether I had anything on underneath.
But the truth was there was absolutely nothing underneath. That fact filled me with shame. Standing in front of a stranger in what was essentially a naked state felt both disgusting and incredibly arousing.
Fortunately, we reached the first floor quickly. The male student got off first, and I followed. I let out a sigh of relief and headed for the first-floor reading room.
I'd already finished today's mission anyway, and now I just had to wait for tomorrow's. First I went to the bathroom to wash my hands. Since two hours had to pass before the next masturbation would count, I opened the book I'd brought. Of course I couldn't concentrate, but I kept pretending to study.
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The moment it passed midnight, I was now locked out of the dormitory until five a.m. Looking around the reading room, there were hardly any people left. Including me, maybe seven total. I moved to a corner seat.
First, I uploaded to Twitter the photos I'd taken at the gym yesterday morning. Once again I claimed I'd run the Instagram pictures of me as a man through AI, then posted the nude gym shots. They showed me posing in front of the exercise equipment with my breasts and pussy fully exposed.
Then I checked the comments on the photos I'd uploaded yesterday.
Reading the obscene, profanity-filled comments made my pussy grow wet. I hated hearing these things, yet I loved them. The insults directed at me made me feel more pathetic, and that only turned me on more.
I couldn't hold back any longer. The date had changed, which meant I had to do four masturbations again today, so I decided to do the first one now. But this was a reading room with CCTV, and the risk of getting caught seemed high.
Then my eyes fell on the space beneath the desk. It might just work. I pulled the chair out slightly and took out the tripod. I set it up to film from the floor under the desk, then crawled into the narrow space beneath it for Wednesday's first masturbation session.
I started recording and took off the boxy tee. Since it was the only piece of clothing I had, I was immediately naked. I placed the shirt on top of the desk. Sitting in the cramped space under the desk, I began to masturbate.
In the quiet reading room, the wet sounds from my pussy seemed strangely loud. I moved my hand carefully.
Since my phone was recording, I couldn't check the reactions to the Twitter post in real time, but I imagined them while I touched myself. What kind of comments would people leave if they saw this video? "Masturbating in a reading room? What a total pervert." "Did you see the girl doing it under the desk?" "Show us more. Make it even more pathetic."
The moment my fingers explored my pussy, I was already soaked. Fluid ran down my thighs. The floor beneath the desk was cold. My body heat pressed against the yellowish surface.
With one hand I twisted my nipple, and with the other I thrust into my pussy. I pushed two fingers in and moved them quickly. The walls of my pussy gripped my fingers tightly.
"Mmm..."
I bit my lip to stay quiet. But a moan almost slipped out. I held my breath, then let it out slowly.
Other students were studying nearby. Once I focused on my surroundings, I started hearing pages turning, people coughing. All those sounds reached me. It felt like someone might hear the sounds of me masturbating. If they did, they'd discover me sitting naked under the desk.
That fantasy excited me even more. I moved my fingers faster. Pussy juice overflowed. My entire hand grew sticky.
"Haa, haa..."
Even my breathing became rough. The climax was approaching. Tension gathered in my lower belly. My pussy clenched harder around my fingers. My legs trembled. My head nearly bumped the underside of the desk.
"I'm coming... for real..."
I whispered it to myself. And then I finally reached orgasm. My body shook. My pussy spasmed around my fingers. White fluid flowed out between them and dripped onto the floor.
"Aah..."
With a long sigh, my body went limp. Aftershocks enveloped me completely. The narrow space under the desk smelled of sweat and sexual fluids.
I stayed like that for a moment. After reaching climax and feeling the lingering pleasure, exhaustion hit me like a wave. Maybe it was because I'd masturbated in so many places since yesterday morning, or because of what I'd just done.
I knew I couldn't fall asleep here. If I passed out naked under the desk, it would be a disaster. But I just wanted to rest for a little while. Just a tiny bit, I told myself. My eyelids felt heavy. Fatigue washed over me like a tide. I ended the phone recording first, then reached for the boxy tee but decided to leave it. I'd rest for just a moment and then get up and put it on. I hugged my knees in the cramped space beneath the desk and closed my eyes.
Just for a little while. Rationalizing it to myself, my eyes slowly shut.
