Mission Day Three: Karaoke in Broad Daylight
After tossing the sandwich wrapper into the trash, my stomach felt a little better.
I had kept lunch simple, but my head was completely filled with other thoughts.
Once I finished the fourth and final masturbation session of this Wednesday, today’s masturbation mission would be over.
It was a rule I had set for myself, but I didn’t want to break it. Since I had to hang out with my friends in the evening, doing it once more before class seemed like enough.
The problem was where.
I had already used the library stairs, the laundry room, the bus stop… It felt like I had exhausted nearly every possible spot on campus.
I couldn’t think of any safe place inside the school at this hour. Class was at four, and it was just past two now, so I had about two hours to spare.
After thinking it over, I decided to head toward the shopping area near the university’s back gate. The bars would be closed during the day, making the area quiet, but a few restaurants would probably be open. Maybe there would be a suitable spot nearby.
When I slipped out through the back gate, the familiar street unfolded before me. This place that swarmed with drunk college students at night was surprisingly peaceful in daylight.
People who had finished lunch at the handful of open restaurants were coming out in small groups. That was when a coin karaoke sign caught my eye.
It was an unmanned operation. At this time of day, there probably wouldn’t be many people.
The automatic door opened and I stepped inside. As expected, it was quiet. Out of all the rooms lined along both sides of the corridor, only two had their lights on.
That meant only two groups were here. There was no sign of any staff.
I chose a room tucked in the corner. Being at the very end, it seemed like people wouldn’t pass by often.
But I knew that even with the door fully closed, the inside could still be seen from outside.
The top and bottom sections of the door were transparent glass, so anyone who came close might be able to see in.
I wondered if it was really possible here. Still, with so few people around and the room being tucked away, maybe it could work.
Each room had a CCTV camera, but the lenses looked dusty and poorly maintained.
I locked the door first. Turning the handle produced the click of the lock engaging. A small wave of relief washed over me, but I knew it wasn’t complete safety.
I fed a thousand-won bill into the machine. The screen lit up and let me choose a song. I picked one at random.
A familiar ballad began to play. I grabbed the microphone and started singing while scanning my surroundings.
The narrow room, the TV monitor, the sofa, and the transparent door. Faint sounds of other rooms’ songs drifted in.
When the first song ended, I pulled the tripod out of my bag. I extended the legs, set it up beside the machine, and mounted my phone.
I adjusted the angle so the camera would capture me clearly, then pressed record. A red light began to blink.
Am I insane… Am I really going to do this here?
The words slipped out before I could stop them. But the recording had already started.
I queued up the next song. This one had a faster tempo. I took the mic again and began to sing.
At the same time, I started unbuttoning my dress one by one. Every button that came undone—from my neck down across my chest to my waist—made my heart beat faster.
My voice trembled. But I told myself that even if someone outside saw me, they would just think I was a girl singing by herself.
Once all the buttons were open, I spread the front of the dress apart. There was nothing underneath but bare skin.
The song kept playing, but my attention had shifted somewhere else entirely. I moved my hand between my legs. I was already soaked. My fingers traced the wet folds. My breathing grew ragged.
“Mmm…”
A moan escaped my lips. I thought the music would cover it, but the sounds grew louder and louder.
Eventually the singing track ended, leaving only the instrumental. Over the empty melody, only my heavy breathing remained.
I could faintly hear someone singing a popular song in another room. That sound only heightened the tension. They had no idea what I was doing in here. But right now I was…
I glanced behind me. The corridor was empty. Only the muffled songs from other booths drifted through; no one was in sight.
Then, as if deciding once and for all, I pulled my arms free of the dress. It bunched around my waist, leaving my upper body completely naked. My breasts trembled slightly in the glow of the TV screen. I brought my hand back to my pussy—this time deeper, harder.
“Haa… Mmm…”
My fingers slid inside. The slick flesh wrapped around them. I moved slowly at first, then faster and faster. The instrumental was nearing its end.
I quickly fed another thousand-won bill into the machine and picked a random song from the charts. A new track started.
This time I deliberately held the microphone close to my pussy. The wet sounds of my fingers thrusting were captured and amplified through the speakers.
If anyone heard it, they might not recognize what it was. But if they did, they would have no choice but to call me a crazy slut.
Masturbating naked in a karaoke booth and amplifying the obscene sounds with the mic.
“I want… something even more intense…”
I grabbed the door handle. The lock released and the door cracked open. With it ajar, anyone who came would be able to walk right up.
The music would leak out too. Someone might hear. The thought sent a shiver down my spine.
But I didn’t stop. The danger only aroused me more. My fingers kept pumping into my pussy. The mic stayed near my crotch, broadcasting the wet, filthy sounds.
That was when it happened.
The song from the other room cut off. Then I heard a door open.
My body froze. My heart hammered against my ribs. Were they coming this way? I strained to listen. It sounded like footsteps—then again, maybe not.
But my fingers refused to stop. They kept thrusting into my dripping pussy.
I have to stop… I could actually get caught…
My body wouldn’t obey. The slick sounds of my fingers plunging in and out continued right beside the mic.
Those sounds might be leaking into the hallway. If anyone walked past, they would hear.
“Ugh… Haaaa…”
The risk only fueled me further. My fingers moved even faster. Juices flowed out, soaking my hand. The climax was closing in.
“Ahh… Mmm…!”
My body shook. My pussy clenched hard around my fingers. The orgasm crashed over me. I tried to hold my breath, but the moans still broke free. The sounds captured by the mic were amplified and echoed through the room.
It took a long time before the tension finally drained from my body. I listened carefully. The corridor was quiet.
The people who had left the other room seemed to have gone outside. Luckily they hadn’t come this way.
“Haa… Haa…”
Breathing hard, I put my clothes back on. I buttoned the dress and fixed my hair.
I stopped the recording on my phone. With this, I had perfectly cleared all four Wednesday sessions: the dawn reading room, the morning laundry room, the daytime emergency stairs in the library, and the coin karaoke booth I had just finished.
When I checked the video, it had captured every second of me masturbating naked.
I knew how dangerous it was. I had almost been caught. Yet the part of me that couldn’t stop felt pathetic, and at the same time my body craved it even more.
I left the karaoke room and headed to my four o’clock class. As I descended the stairs from the second-floor karaoke booth, I ran into a group of male students. Three of them were laughing as they climbed toward me.
I was startled but tried to act normal as I passed them on the way down. I forced myself not to lower my head. They brushed right by me.
Then I heard quiet voices behind me.
“Did you see her? She’s pretty, right?”
“Yeah, her body is insane. Never seen a girl like that before.”
“She was wearing a dress but her figure is seriously perfect.”
Their words filled me with both pride and excitement. I wondered if the guys coming up the stairs had seen that I wasn’t wearing panties.
Could they have glimpsed underneath the hem of my dress as they climbed? The worry hit me, but at the same time a strange thrill surged through my body.
If they had gotten excited looking at me, that wasn’t so bad. No—in fact, it felt good.
I reached the lecture hall and took my seat. Class began, but my mind was still replaying everything that had happened in the karaoke room.
The way I had left the door open while masturbating. How close I had come to being caught by those male students. All those dangerous moments were burned into my brain.
When class ended at six and I stepped out of the lecture room, my friends were already waiting.
“Jisoo, where should we eat tonight?” Minji asked.
“I know a place. Let’s start with dinner there. It’s in the city center.”
“City center? Near the terminal?”
“Yeah, there’s a nice izakaya with good vibes.”
We decided to call a taxi. I booked one through the app and waited a moment.
When the taxi arrived, I naturally took the front seat. Minji, Sua, and Haeun climbed into the back.
As I fastened my seatbelt, I felt the driver glance at me. I pretended not to notice and pulled out my phone.
While pretending to check messages, I assessed my situation. My dress had ridden up when I sat down. From the side, it probably showed my entire thighs.
And since I wasn’t wearing panties… maybe he could tell I was completely bare underneath.
The worry gnawed at me. But suddenly covering my skirt would look suspicious, so I acted like nothing was wrong.
The driver kept stealing glances. Was he looking at my legs? My thighs? Did he realize there was nothing covering me higher up?
“Please head to the terminal,” I said.
“Yes, got it.”
The taxi pulled away. I tried to focus on the scenery outside the window.
But the feeling that the driver was glancing my way never went away. My legs, my thighs, the naked skin between them that had nothing to hide it.
What if it looks weird… No, what could he actually see? Just my legs, right?
Yet a corner of my mind whispered that it would be okay if he saw.
In fact, it might even be better. The thought of a stranger secretly looking at my body sent a strange thrill through me.
The taxi arrived. I paid and got out. Minji led the way to the restaurant.
“It’s over here, in the basement.”
The place was underground. When we went down the stairs, it was packed. Office workers were drinking and talking loudly. It was a typical izakaya.
“How many in your party?” the staff asked.
“Four.”
We were shown to a private room with tables and chairs. I had been worried that if it were floor seating my lack of panties might be noticed, but the chairs made it safe.
As soon as we sat down, Minji excitedly opened the menu.
“This is their popular item. This place is famous for highballs.”
“Really? Then let’s get highballs,” Sua said.
We ordered food and drinks. When everything arrived, everyone started taking photos.
I naturally pulled out my phone and snapped pictures of the food and drinks, then of myself.
“Jisoo, look over here. Let’s take one with all four of us,” Minji said.
We held our highballs, smiled brightly, and took a group photo. It was for Instar. Bright smiling faces, happy times with friends. The everyday life of an ordinary college student.
But beneath it all was a secret no one knew. The bare skin under my dress. The pussy I had masturbated in the karaoke room earlier. It might still be wet even now.
We talked, ate, and drank. The highballs were stronger than I expected. After a while I started to feel a pleasant buzz.
Then Haeun spoke up.
“Jisoo, we’re going to step outside for a smoke.”
I was the only one who didn’t smoke, so I nodded.
“Okay. I’ll run to the bathroom real quick.”
When I returned from the restroom, my friends still weren’t back. I was alone at the table.
I looked around. Everyone was absorbed in their own conversations. No one was paying attention to me.
I thought about what to post on Instar. Maybe one of the photos I had taken earlier. I opened my gallery—pictures with friends, food shots, selfies.
Then I suddenly remembered the Twitter mission. I had to take a normal photo and a nude photo in the same location. Could I do it here?
I’m crazy… Am I really thinking about doing that here?
But my body was already reacting. My heart began to race.
I checked my surroundings again. I had no idea when my friends would return. How long did it take to smoke? Five minutes? Ten?
First I took a normal selfie. A smiling shot that included a bit of the table, like I was casually enjoying a drink. A record of ordinary daily life.
Then, for the Twitter photo, I scanned the room once more. No one was looking my way.
I started unbuttoning my dress.
This is truly insane… My friends could walk in any second…
But I couldn’t stop. One button, two, three. My breasts were exposed.
I left the last two buttons done and pulled my arms out of the sleeves while still seated. My upper body was now completely naked.
My breathing grew shallow. My heart pounded violently. Anyone could come back at any moment. A waiter could approach. The people at the next table might turn their heads.
Yet the danger only excited me more.
I lifted my phone and took the photos at a similar angle to the Instar one. Smiling, with my bare chest fully visible. The shutter clicked. One shot, two, three.
This is real… This is actually happening…
I took them quickly. I wondered how people would react if I posted them on Twitter. A crazy bitch who took her top off in an izakaya. There would definitely be people who would masturbate to the thought.
Just imagining it made my pussy wet again. The urge to touch myself right there was overwhelming. I wanted to slide my hand between my legs and thrust my fingers inside.
No… My friends will be back any moment…
But my body wanted it. My pussy throbbed, slick and aching.
I thought I heard footsteps. I looked back, but it was nothing. Just my imagination. Still, real footsteps could come at any time.
I hurriedly put my clothes back on, sliding my arms into the sleeves and buttoning up. Once everything was fastened I felt relief, but also a sharp pang of disappointment.
If only I had gone a little further. If only I had taken a bigger risk.
A short while later my friends returned.
“Jisoo, did you wait long?” Minji asked.
“No, not really.”
“Let’s go for round two,” Haeun said.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
We got up and left the restaurant. The night air felt cool as we climbed the stairs. I could still feel the nakedness beneath my dress. Carrying that secret, I walked along with my friends.
“Today was seriously fun,” Sua said.
“Right? We need to do this more often,” Minji replied.
I smiled and nodded. An ordinary night out with friends. But inside me, an extraordinary desire had taken root.
Where would we go next? What might happen during round two? I had no idea.
But right now, simply walking while hiding the secret of being completely bare under my dress was thrilling enough.
I followed behind my friends, putting one foot in front of the other.
