Third Day of the Mission: The College Girl Hunting for Masturbation Spots Since Dawn
A buzzing sound scraped at my ears. It felt like an irritating vibration, or maybe the distant mechanical hum of something far away.
My eyelids were heavy, and my body felt dull and numb, as if it had been buried deep underground.
Something was droning in the darkness.
I opened my eyes.
My vision was blurry. There was an oppressive feeling, like something was covering me from above.
The first thing I realized was that my body was curled up.
My legs were folded, my arms gathered in front of my chest, and something cold and hard pressed against my back.
For a moment I couldn’t tell where I was.
As my vision gradually brightened, my surroundings came into focus. The underside of a wooden desk, chair legs, the rough texture of the carpet on the floor. And scattered across it, my clothes.
In that instant, the memory of what had happened before I fell asleep flashed through my mind.
The first-floor reading room of the library. Under a desk. Masturbating naked. Then passing out right there.
Crazy…
The voice that slipped from my lips was hoarse. My heart began to pound wildly.
Right now I was curled up completely naked under a desk in the library reading room, having slept there.
It was a situation that would look insane to anyone who saw it. No—if anyone had seen me, they would have called the police immediately.
My arms and legs had gone numb. I had been curled up for too long and my circulation was shot.
When I slowly tried to stretch my legs, a prickling sting like needles began at my toes and spread up my calves.
Then the buzzing sound came again. It was coming from the entrance. A vacuum cleaner.
My breath caught in my throat. The cleaning lady had entered the reading room.
At any moment she could sweep under the desks and find me. I reached out and groped across the top of the desk.
My fingers closed around the boxy t-shirt I had taken off. I quickly pulled it over my head. My numb limbs made every movement sluggish.
I lifted my head and checked the entrance. The cleaning lady had her back turned, vacuuming the desks in the opposite row.
I scrambled to my feet. Forcing my tingling legs to move, I hurried away, praying the roar of the vacuum would cover the sound of my heartbeat.
I slipped between the desks and headed for the hallway. I didn’t look back.
I simply walked forward. Running would only draw suspicion.
As naturally as possible, but quickly.
Dawn light was spilling through the windows. It wasn’t fully bright yet, but the darkness had lifted.
It seemed to be sometime between five and six. I pulled out my phone to check the time.
6:02.
Thankfully it was within the hours when I could enter the dormitory. I had slept naked for nearly five or six hours straight.
Wearing nothing but a single oversized t-shirt. My shorts and underwear were still hidden on the fifth-floor bookshelf of the library.
I let out a long breath as I left the library. At the same time, a strange excitement bloomed deep in my lower belly.
The relief of having barely avoided being caught mixed with the memory of that dangerous situation and twisted into a peculiar pleasure.
I really was crazy, I thought. Yet I also knew I couldn’t stop.
As I walked along the path in front of the library, I recalled today’s mission.
Masturbate at least four times a day. In a different place each time. Take a normal photo for Instastar along with one exposing my breasts or pussy.
Since I had already done my first masturbation of Wednesday in the dawn reading room, I only needed three more.
But I was supposed to drink with friends tonight. Once I was drunk, I wouldn’t be able to bring myself to masturbate. That meant I had to do it once more this morning.
It was six o’clock now. The campus was quiet. Since it was so early, there probably weren’t many people around. Where should I do it?
The campus playground caught my eye. The track and grassy field stretched out peacefully. Morning sunlight brightly illuminated the field.
Just imagining myself masturbating there made my heart race. It was too bright; the risk of being seen was high.
Yet that very danger felt even more stimulating. If it were just a little darker than now, it might be possible. Around four or five in the morning, perhaps.
I passed the playground, silently promising myself I would return another time.
The gym building came into view. The memory of masturbating in the changing room yesterday resurfaced.
Taking the exposure photos, then satisfying the desire that had grown even stronger there. I felt my face grow hot.
Before I knew it, I had reached the dormitory.
No suitable location came to mind. My dorm room was risky because Sumin might be there.
But at six in the morning, the shared spaces were likely empty.
What about the laundry room?
Hardly anyone would be doing laundry this early.
I headed for the laundry room.
When I opened the door and stepped inside, rows of washing machines stood neatly in place. All of them were stopped.
As expected, no one was using them.
The distinctive scent of fabric softener and a hint of dampness hung in the air.
This should work, I thought. Yet somehow I felt a twinge of disappointment.
It felt too safe.
The low risk of being caught actually dulled my excitement.
Still, I had to do it now.
I pulled off the t-shirt and set it on top of a washing machine.
The moment I was completely naked, the laundry room’s chilly air kissed my skin.
I took the selfie stick from my bag, attached my phone, and pressed record.
“This is the dormitory laundry room. A naked perverted bitch is about to masturbate here.”
I spoke while looking at myself on the screen. My voice trembled.
“It’s six in the morning and no one’s around. Just being naked in a place like this is already perverted, but now I’m going to touch my filthy pussy.”
The more I degraded myself, the hotter my body grew. My hand moved down to my breasts.
I pinched and twisted a nipple. A sharp jolt of pleasure raced up my spine.
“This perverted bitch is already wet first thing in the morning. Anyone who saw her would know she’s a total freak.”
One hand slid lower. I stroked my pussy. It was already soaked.
When I rubbed my clitoris, waves of pleasure rippled outward.
“It’s a shame no one’s here. A dirty whore like me prefers getting caught.”
As I said it, I glanced toward the door. It was closed. Beyond it lay the hallway.
The hallway was lined with doors to the dorm rooms. Anyone could step out at any moment.
I really am insane. But my body moved first.
I opened the laundry room door and stepped into the hallway. The corridor was silent.
The room doors stood in orderly rows. If any one of them opened, I would be seen immediately.
I sat down right there on the hallway floor. The cold tiles pressed against my ass. I spread my legs and placed my hand on my pussy.
My heart hammered wildly. The terror that someone might appear doubled the pleasure.
Even though it was the women’s dormitory, if anyone saw me the rumor would spread like wildfire.
It was completely different from anonymously posting on Twitter. This would be total ruin in real life. That thought alone made my pussy even wetter.
My finger slid inside. Slowly. Deeply. I bit my lip to hold back the moan that threatened to escape. I couldn’t make a sound. Someone might hear.
That silence only made it more arousing.
I thrust my finger in and out. My left hand rubbed my clitoris. Pleasure built higher and higher.
What if footsteps come from the end of the hall?
What if someone opens a door?
Those fantasies flashed through my mind.
Climax approached. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, desperate not to cry out. The suppressed pleasure exploded.
My body shook. Fluid gushed from my pussy, soaking the tile floor. Panting, I savored the lingering waves of orgasm.
I had completed my second masturbation of Wednesday in the hallway outside the dormitory laundry room.
I really am crazy.
I quickly stood and slipped back into the laundry room. I grabbed the t-shirt. I was about to put it on but stopped.
My room was only one floor up. No one had come out the entire time. It would probably be fine to go up like this.
I stuffed the t-shirt into my bag, picked it up, and headed for the stairs.
I scanned my surroundings as I climbed.
No one was there. I stepped into the first-floor hallway.
I walked toward my room. Just as I drew near, a sound came from behind me.
Somewhere, a door was opening.
I reflexively broke into a run. I opened my door, slipped inside, and shut it behind me.
I leaned my back against the door and slid to the floor. My heart felt like it would burst.
Catching my breath, I looked around the room. It was quiet.
Sumin’s bed was empty. She must not have come back yet.
Relieved, I stood up. I took off my shoes, set my bag down, and sat in the chair to steady my breathing.
That was when the door opened.
I snatched up whatever clothes were nearby.
Sumin stepped out and our eyes met. Her gaze swept over my naked body. I froze on the spot. Did she catch me?
“Going to wash up?”
Sumin’s tone was the same as always. She seemed to think I had stripped because I was about to shower.
“Yes, I’m about to wash up now.”
I answered as naturally as I could and picked up a towel. I headed for the bathroom without looking back. Only after I closed the bathroom door could I finally breathe again.
I looked at my face in the mirror.
My cheeks were flushed. My eyes looked a little dazed.
It was obvious I had just masturbated. Still, I seemed to have gotten away with it.
I turned on the shower and stepped under the spray. Warm water soaked my body. Everything that had happened today replayed in my mind.
Falling asleep naked in the reading room. Masturbating in the laundry room hallway. Almost being caught by Sumin.
Everything had been dangerous. Yet I couldn’t stop.
As I washed my body, I wondered what risks I would take tomorrow.
Just thinking about it made my pussy grow wet again.
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I finished showering and stepped out. I had class at nine.
It was still early, but since I had already washed, I got ready to leave.
I did my makeup, then took a denim short-sleeved mini dress from the closet.
It was a button-front style. Normally I would have worn shorts underneath, but today I put on only panties and a bra before slipping the dress over them.
I checked my hair in the mirror. The makeup had turned out well and I was pleased. I looked prettier than usual today.
Sumin came out of the bathroom and saw me.
“Got plans today? You look pretty.”
“Just heading to class.”
“Really? Have a good day.”
Sumin went to her bed and immediately fell asleep. She must have been tired after staying out all night. I left the room, happy about her compliment.
It was seven-thirty. I had left earlier than expected.
I started walking toward the student union building but changed direction toward the bus stop.
My makeup had turned out especially nice today and I wanted to post it on Instastar. The bus stop seemed like a good place to take the photo.
When I arrived, there were benches and a schedule posted. The area was quiet.
A few people were walking in the distance, but no one was at the stop itself.
I checked the bus timetable. It looked like the next bus would arrive in about fifteen minutes.
I held up my phone and took selfies, adjusting the angle until I got shots I liked.
They turned out well.
The morning sunlight was just right, making the screen bright and clear.
Even while taking the photos, another thought occupied my mind.
The mission.
I also had to take a photo exposing my breasts or pussy along with the normal one.
My heart beat faster.
Here? At the bus stop?
I looked around. A few people were passing by in the distance.
But no one was nearby. Fifteen minutes would be enough.
I sat on the bench and carefully began unbuttoning my dress.
One by one from the top. Two, three, four. When all eight buttons were undone, the dress fell completely open.
I took off my panties first.
Then my bra, which I stuffed into my bag.
I sat completely naked on the bus stop bench.
I set the dress neatly beside me, picked up my phone, and took the picture.
Same angle and expression as the earlier shots.
The only difference was that my breasts and pussy were fully exposed.
Click.
There I was on the screen.
A face smiling innocently. Below it, full breasts and a wet pussy. The two contrasting images layered on top of each other.
Click. Click.
The more photos I took, the stranger the excitement that grew inside me.
I felt pathetic sitting here like this in public, yet that very pathetic feeling turned into arousal.
The thought that someone might see made my pussy grow even wetter.
Click.
That was when I saw the bus in the distance.
My heart nearly stopped.
It had come earlier than expected. A city bus.
There was no time to put my underwear back on.
I snatched up the dress and threw it on in a panic.
With my back turned, I buttoned a few of the buttons. The bus stopped at the shelter.
I grabbed my bag and walked away as naturally as I could.
Pressing one hand against the front of the dress so it wouldn’t gape open. The bus doors opened. The driver looked at me.
I simply walked past. I fled the bus stop as if escaping.
With the sound of the departing bus behind me, I kept walking. My heart was still racing.
Wearing nothing but the thin mini dress with no underwear felt strange.
The fabric rubbed directly against my breasts and pussy. Every step created friction.
As time passed, more and more people appeared on the streets.
The morning was truly beginning.
I thought about putting my underwear on but decided to stay like this.
No bra, no panties. Just one denim mini dress for the entire day.
Just the thought made my pussy wet again.
I had no idea how today would unfold.
Yet that uncertainty, that danger, excited me even more.
I really was crazy, I thought.
Still, I couldn’t stop.
