9. Roommate 1
I'm organizing the stuff I bought outside in our dorm room when the door flies open. Since I use the bed right by the entrance, I can see whoever comes in just by turning my head.
"Unnie, you're back?"
The one stepping through the door is my roommate Yeji unnie, who shares the other bed. I heard from her when we first met that she worked for a bit before coming to university so she wouldn't fall too far behind. She's a little short, but maybe because of her work experience, she doesn't hold back with strangers and it was easy to get close to her. I'm awkward around people I don't know, so... she's pretty amazing.
"Whoa, this hill is seriously steep."
"Yeah, it is. Aren't your legs killing you?"
"I'm dying here."
Yeji unnie collapses right there in the entryway without even taking off her shoes. I totally get why—she drags herself up from the convenience store at the bottom without a break, and every step feels like it'll make her crumple. That suffocating exhaustion must be hitting her hard.
"You worked hard, unnie."
She waves weakly without a word.
"Where'd you go, though? Class ended ages ago. Did you eat dinner?"
It's already late evening, the sun long gone and the sky pitch black. The kind of hour where you shower, rest a bit, and crash.
"Hung out with my boyfriend for a bit. Grabbed dinner too."
"Unnie, you have a boyfriend?"
I want to ask who he is, but... maybe it's too soon. That thought holds me back.
Yeji unnie folds her fingers one by one at my words.
"One... going on over three years now."
"Whoa, that's a long time. I'm jealous."
"You don't have anyone?"
"Nah, I'm not thinking about that yet."
Yeji unnie chuckles lightly.
"That's what they all say, and they end up dating first."
"Not me."
I wave it off quick, denying it. I'm seriously not planning to get a boyfriend. I have stuff I want to do at school... and if I had someone, I couldn't just go out whenever. Plus, if word got around that this pervert was someone's girlfriend while messing around, it'd be awkward for them. So for now—no, until I get bored of outdoor fun—dating's off the table.
I stack the bought items neatly in the drawer under my bed and pull out just one new piece of clothing onto the bed. A beige straight one-piece dress that doesn't cinch at the waist. Aside from a bit of frill around the neckline, it's plain summer sleepwear with no other decorations. The weather's still a tad chilly for it, but since I'll only wear it inside the room, it seems fine. It's not see-through or super short, but I have something I want to do with this. I plan to use it to naturally show my body to unnie.
Yeji unnie, my roommate of the same sex sharing the room, is perfect for casually flashing intimate spots. And since we live together, she's way less risky than a stranger. As long as I don't get too blatantly lewd, I can show off as much as I want. Same thrill, zero danger—who could pass that up?
"Unnie, you showering right away? Or should I go first?"
"Ugh, you go first. I'll do it in a bit."
"Okay then."
After my shower, I grab the new one-piece. Not sure if we're close enough for me to walk out naked yet, so I bring it into the bathroom with me. What I want is to seem like a careless girl who naturally flashes private parts while relaxing. That's why I carefully picked this one—long enough, but with a wide neckline so it looks comfy as sleepwear.
To sell the "relaxing at home" vibe, I ditch the bra. Dorm room casual: just gray panties, then pull the dress over my head. A pleasant tension buzzes through me. Right now it's innocent sleepwear, but depending on what I do, it'll become something else entirely. I'll flash little by little, like accidents. You can do this, Im Ha-yoon.
In the mirror, my freshly washed face glows a soft pink, and I flash a slight smile. Pure enough not to scream pervert. Good. Let's go.
I open the bathroom door without hesitating and step out. Yeji unnie's waiting, holding her neatly folded change of clothes. Guess she's not ready to strip fully either.
"All done? My turn?"
"Yeah, I'm all clean."
The bathroom door closes behind her, leaving the room quiet with curtains and windows shut. No one around means no fun for me, so I pad over to the window. I fold back the curtain and crack it open.
Cool wind rushes in with the clamor of dorm life. Kids running, someone yelling. Totally different from the quiet a few days ago. Light spills from dorm windows, brightening every inch of the open lot—no dark spots. No wonder there are no streetlights; the dorm lights do the job when it's full.
Hell, I can even see into the gym from here, guys working out inside. I struggled with an empty barbell, but those thick-limbed dudes lift loaded ones like nothing. So this spot's that visible, huh. During the day walking by, you couldn't see in, but lights on at night? Crystal clear.
...Which means when I played there recently, they all saw me too.
The memory revives, wetting my panties. Hah... That was a one-time thing. Too many people now. Dorm packed with noise like this, guys in the gym—if I'd stripped naked like before, I'd get contemptuous stares, get toyed with nonstop. Maybe fucked all night, rumors flying. Total ruin...
But god, that sounds so good. Hot breath fogs the half-closed glass. My pussy clenches tight. I catch my hand before it covers my chest. What are you doing at the window with people around? Play safe instead of risky. Got it, Im Ha-yoon? Don't wanna wreck your life—stay safe, okay?
"What, you opened the window?"
Yeji unnie's voice from behind. I turn—she's out already, towel-pressing her hair.
"Felt kinda humid, so I cracked it. Close it?"
"Nah, I'm good. Leave it."
She wraps her hair in the towel and flops onto her bed. Doesn't want water on the sheets but too tired to care—compromise.
"Ahh, shower feels like living again."
I climb onto my bed, lean back against the wall, positioning myself in her line of sight. I casually lift my knees like I'm just settling in, letting the dress ride up precariously between my thighs. Long enough that from the front, panties might or might not peek—perfect ambiguity. Won't know if it'll show... and that's why I love it.
"Unnie, what major are you again?"
"Me? Digital Contents."
Her face turns my way, but no special reaction. Just stares into my eyes. Can't tell if she doesn't see my panties or pretends not to. Heart pounds. Don't know her well yet, but from the past few days, she doesn't seem bad. Still... what'll she do spotting my underwear? Treat me like a careless kid and warn me? Tease 'cause she's playful? Or... see right through to the pervert and scorn me?
Any'll do. If kid, she'll say girls together, no biggie—room for more tries. Playful tease? Ride it, strip jokingly. School life's hell, but scorn sounds thrilling too. I spread my legs a bit more, keep chatting.
"What's it like?"
"Hmm, they said website building, video editing. Design too. Came for editing, but websites are straight coding."
"Whoa... sounds tough. I know zilch about that."
"Psh, I only did accounting—zero clue there either. So what's yours? How is it?"
Chat dragging on, she sits up, mirrors me against the wall. Her view's higher now, so I adjust, tugging the hem up a touch. Cool breeze hits more calf, slipping under to my panties—shivery bliss. Please notice, unnie.
"Dunno yet—no classes. Seems like mechanical engineering, IoT stuff. But all guys; I'm the only girl."
"Ooh, any cute guys?"
Her eyes sparkle huge. Boyfriend and all, but wants the dish.
"Nah, told you. Don't even know names."
Her face falls instantly. Emotions right on her sleeve. I spread wider. Chill air dives deeper. Her gaze dips low, flicks back up. Pussy throbs. Saw it? Bet she did.
"Fair, semester just started."
"Still, classes seem fun. Assembling stuff."
"Oh yeah?"
I wedge a pillow behind to ease my back, hike the hem more. Waiting, hoping her eyes drop—then her mouth gapes, eyes half-close.
"Yawn... tired. Bedtime? Tell me how classes go later."
"Already?"
No shock, no tease, no scorn. Zero reaction and bed? She checks her phone.
"Not even midnight, but wiped from going out. Hair tomorrow—crashing."
"Got it. Lie down. Lights out."
Swallow disappointment, stand—dress falls, covers my calves. Click, room goes dark. No pose shows now. Shame.
"Night, Ha-yoon."
"Night, unnie."
Lying under the covers up to my neck, regret loops endlessly. Gotta play outside tomorrow. Bus again? Somewhere new... Fantasies fill the void, eyes close fast.
A bit chilly. Cool, brisk. Eyes snap open.
"Ugh, cold."
Blanket's on the floor. Dress hiked high, panties and tits fully exposed. Perky breasts bare to the nipples. Sudden thrill—sharp inhale.
Yeji unnie sleeps soundly in her bed; no one else. ...Did I thrash all night? One hell of a lewd morning. No panties would've meant full nude. I woke first, but if unnie had... she'd have seen everything. Imagination zings. Nipples stiffen slow.
She said nothing yesterday, but if she knew I'm a pervert? Snuck pics, spread rumors—what then? Couldn't stop or notice. Fantasies flood, pussy slicks. Feels so good just thinking... Vulgar anticipation swells my chest. Love this dress. Wearing it to bed every night from now on.