First Day of the Mission: While My Roommate Showers
The cold night air brushed my face as I stepped out of the karaoke room. It was already past ten thirty. Minji had called us a taxi, and while she and Sua kept laughing about how fun the karaoke session had been, I stared blankly out the window at the passing streetlights.
There wasn’t much time left until eleven. Anxiety churned inside me, but I couldn’t let it show. The thought of failing the mission on the very first day made my chest feel tight. The taxi stopped in front of the dormitory. We said our goodbyes and scattered to our rooms.
I opened the door and immediately checked the clock. It was exactly eleven. My roommate, Sumin unnie, must have been staying out again; the room was empty. Her bed was neatly made. Relief washed over me, followed by a strange pang of disappointment. For the next six days I wouldn’t be able to masturbate in this room. Losing my safest space terrified me, yet somewhere deep down the danger excited me.
I decided to do it here anyway. I locked the door and hurriedly stripped. Top, bra, skirt, panties—I shed them all. Once I was completely naked, the streetlight streaming through the window cast a faint glow across my skin. I mounted my phone on the selfie stick and pressed record.
“I’m Kim Ji-soo. I’m twenty years old and I’m a pervert who loves showing off.”
I began the same way I had in the karaoke bathroom, with self-deprecating, filthy self-introduction. One hand held the selfie stick while the other slipped between my already soaked folds.
“Agh… I’m a crazy bitch whose cunt gets wet the moment I take my clothes off in front of people…”
My finger circled my clit. The camera lens stared back at me. I imagined strange men’s eyes crawling all over my body. Just picturing how the Twotter followers would react to this video made my pussy twitch with need.
“I’m a total whore… a bitch who’s gone insane wanting to show her cunt to anyone… Hngh…”
I pushed two fingers into my hole. They slid in easily, drenched. The wet, squelching sounds echoed through the quiet room as I rubbed my inner walls.
“Aaaah… Harder… More…”
I propped the selfie stick against the bed and used both hands. One kept plunging into my pussy while the other tugged and twisted my nipples. They stiffened instantly, sending electric jolts through me.
“Perverted bitch, crazy bitch… I want to be used and thrown away like trash by anyone…”
The degrading words spilled from my lips as I fucked myself harder. Three fingers now, stretching me, plunging in and out. My juices ran down the back of my hand. The climax was close. My breathing grew ragged and my legs began to shake.
That was when it happened.
*Click.*
The sound of the door unlocking.
My heart plummeted. Instinctively I yanked the blanket over myself, curling into a tight ball and holding my breath. Footsteps entered the room. It was Sumin unnie.
“Huh, really? Where are you right now? Yeah, yeah, my roommate’s already asleep… I’ll call you back later.”
She was on the phone. Thank god she hadn’t noticed me hiding under the covers. Cold sweat soaked my back. My heart hammered wildly at how close I had come to being caught. Shame and terror flooded me at the same time.
*Rustle.*
The sound of her unpacking. I stayed frozen beneath the blanket, naked, trapped. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything.
“Jisoo? Are you sleeping?”
Sumin unnie’s voice was gentle. I didn’t know what to do. After a moment’s hesitation I lowered the blanket just enough to show my face.
“Uh… unnie, you’re back?”
My voice trembled.
“Yeah, I couldn’t catch a taxi for the longest time. I’m so tired.”
She grumbled while pulling clothes from her bag. I had no idea how to handle this situation. I still needed to masturbate, but time was running out. I couldn’t leave the bed—I was naked under this single blanket. It felt utterly hopeless.
“Jisoo, you’re sleeping with your makeup on? That’s terrible for your skin.”
Her voice was full of concern. She must have gotten a good look at my face.
“Oh… I was tired so I just lay down for a second. I’ll get up soon.”
I lied clumsily.
“Alright. I’m going to wash up too. I’m exhausted.”
I heard her footsteps head toward the bathroom. The door closed and the water started running. Relief surged through me.
Carefully I pushed the blanket aside. My naked body met the cool air. The selfie stick was still recording. The thought of failing the mission rose like a threat in my mind. I agonized over whether to continue or stop. The rational choice was to stop. But my obsession with the mission was stronger.
Biting back my moans, I kept going. One hand held the selfie stick while the other returned to my dripping pussy. The thrill of masturbating right outside the bathroom while my roommate showered only heightened everything.
“Mmm… Haa…”
A moan slipped out. I was soaked again. My fingers rubbed my clit in fast, tight circles. The sound of running water filtered through the door. Sumin unnie was in the shower.
*Hiss.*
The shower spray sounded faintly through the wood. Somehow the noise itself felt obscene. I climbed off the bed, bare feet on the cold floor, and walked naked across the room until I stood right in front of the bathroom door.
My heart felt ready to explode. I knew how disastrous it would be if I were caught. Yet the pleasure that came from the risk had me addicted; I couldn’t stop. I sank to the floor in front of the door and continued touching myself.
“Haaa… Ngh…”
Water rushed on the other side. I could faintly hear Sumin unnie humming a tune. I leaned my back against the door and plunged my fingers inside. Holding the selfie stick up with one hand, I recorded the entire depraved scene—naked, masturbating right outside my roommate’s bathroom.
“Aaaah… What if she catches me…”
The whispered words escaped on their own. Fear and arousal tangled together, scrambling my thoughts. My fingers thrust faster. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room while the shower continued beyond the door.
“Ugh… Haaang…”
The orgasm was rushing toward me. The stimulation was overwhelming. Naked in my roommate’s room, fingering myself at the bathroom door, risking everything. It melted my brain.
“Aaaaaah… I’m coming…”
My breath locked in my throat. My eyes rolled back. My mouth fell open, tongue lolling out. The perfect ahegao face took over as climax hit.
“Hngh!”
Juices gushed from my cunt, coating my slippery fingers. My legs shook violently. The aftershocks rolled through my entire body.
Then the water stopped.
The shower fell silent. I heard the sounds of her drying off inside. Sumin unnie would be out any second. I scrambled to my feet, grabbed a t-shirt and shorts, and yanked them on over my naked body.
The bathroom door opened. Sumin unnie stepped out, towel-drying her hair.
“Jisoo, why are you standing there?”
She looked at me in surprise. I tried to hide my panic.
“Uh… I was just about to use the bathroom.”
“Ah, I’m going to bed now. You should wash up too.”
She headed for her bed. Guilt crashed over me. Every time I looked at her, the memory of masturbating right outside the door while she showered burned in my mind. I kept my expression carefully neutral and slipped into the bathroom.
I closed the door and stared at my reflection. My cheeks were flushed crimson. My eyes were bloodshot. Trying to calm my racing heart, I removed my makeup, then washed my body under warm water. The cum that had dripped down my thighs swirled around the drain. Even while cleaning myself, I couldn’t stop replaying what had just happened—the moment I sat naked in front of the bathroom door, the moment I came while listening to the shower running on the other side.
When I came back out, Sumin unnie was already under her blanket, breathing evenly in sleep. A wave of exhaustion hit me alongside the relief of having completed Monday’s fourth required masturbation. I lay down carefully and picked up my phone.
I reviewed the photos and videos from the day. The naked shots under the cherry blossom tree. The ones from the café bathroom. The video from the karaoke bathroom. And the brand-new video of me masturbating in front of the bathroom door. All safely saved.
I opened Twotter. I had to post as if I were a man. Since I’d been claiming everything was AI-generated lately, I could do the same again.
I attached two photos from under the cherry blossom tree—one of the clothed version I had posted on Instar, the other an upper-body nude shot. In truth both were real photos I had taken myself, but claiming they were AI-processed meant no one would suspect anything. I also added the café bathroom set, pairing the clothed and naked versions side by side. Likes began climbing. Comments poured in.
Reading the comments made my pussy wet all over again. My hand naturally drifted between my thighs, but I stopped myself. I had already done enough today. Suppressing the urge, I kept scrolling.
I uploaded one more.
It was a real photo of me standing completely naked in an empty lecture hall. I captioned it as AI-generated. The comments exploded.
The more I read, the more aroused I became. No one would ever guess that I had actually stood naked in that lecture hall taking the photos myself. Their reactions made me want to touch myself again, but I held back.
I wondered what kind of comments would come tomorrow. I wondered how I would complete tomorrow’s mission. Setting the phone on the nightstand, I pulled the blanket over myself and closed my eyes. Sumin unnie’s steady breathing filled the quiet room. The day’s events replayed in my mind: standing naked beneath the cherry blossoms, hearing footsteps outside the café bathroom door, degrading myself while masturbating in the karaoke stall, and finally, fingering myself in front of the bathroom door while my roommate showered on the other side. It all felt like a fever dream.
I had perfectly completed all four required sessions for Monday. The first day of the mission had been a huge success.
But six more days remained. Now that I could no longer masturbate safely inside the room, I had no idea how I would manage the rest. Still, a strange thrill hummed beneath my fear. The excitement of dangerous situations. The pleasure of masturbating while risking discovery. All of it was waiting for me.
Sleep slowly pulled me under. I drifted off while imagining tomorrow’s mission. The darkness of the dormitory room wrapped around me, and I sank into deep, exhausted sleep.
