Roommate? 2
After lunch, a bit into the afternoon, I'm at the school library. No surprise for an engineering college—the library is ridiculously tiny and pathetic. Tucked in the basement of the main building, it shares space with a small cafe, and they've made all the walls glass, so you can see right into the library from outside. Just six bookshelves and an old wooden table that seats maybe six people. That's the whole library.
With no partition between the cafe and library, it's mostly used as extra cafe space— the table's covered in round cup stains. Today I've got two hours before my next class, so I was wandering around campus. I checked out the indoor spots that were locked last time, but there aren't many places worth going. No trees on the roof, can't enter the men's dorm, so naturally, the library's all that's left.
From outside the glass, the owner dozes off with his head nodding from post-meal drowsiness, and not a soul passes by this tiny library. Stripping in a place like this would feel so good, right...? I slip inside quietly, without a sound.
The shelves block the view, making it a little stuffy but cozy. A faint smell of old book dust, narrow aisles barely wide enough for two people to pass, dead quiet like I'm the only one here, and that pounding heart of tension. Caught up in the thrill, I slowly lift my hem.
I'm wearing skin-tight skinny jeans and a white tee that's sheer enough to hint at underwear but not quite. People giving me those curious stares before looking away disappointed or relieved—it secretly amps up the excitement. Lifting the hem a bit exposes my pale belly outright. If I'd worn something actually see-through, all eyes would be on me. That would've felt amazing too... but I'm still scared.
My limit right now is flashing in empty spots like this. Still, with no one around, I can get bolder. I yank the hem up to my chin. Naturally, my black bra starts showing off between the shelves. But that's not why I started this. Only after flipping the bra up too does it become what I crave.
Exposing my full breasts in this deserted corner of the library. This is playing the game. Underwear alone won't cut it. Now my crotch finally starts getting wet, and it feels so good. With each step, watching my tits bounce fills my head with liberation.
I edge forward a bit, peeking toward the passage connecting to outside. From the table way over there, the view opens straight to the glass windows. Nothing but the owner's faint snoring. Seems like no one's around... Should I push it a little more?
I inch my feet out, sliding my upper body past the shelf. My white tits are fully visible down the hall to the cafe entrance. "Hngh!" A shiver races through my whole body. Hah... this feels so good...
With my torso out, I lower my arms in front of my waist. The hem tries to fall but catches on my bra, hanging suspended. No need to hold it—it's hooked on my tits, displaying them effortlessly. Fingers trembling from the chilling thrill on my chest, I unbutton my jeans at the waist.
I unzip them too, and the black panties matching my bra peek out, ribbon dangling. I wiggle my hips side to side, shoving jeans and panties down together. Juices dripping from between my legs string to the panties for a moment before snapping, soaking my jeans. Now it's not just my tits—my pussy's fully exposed too.
Haa... anyone passing the cafe entrance will see everything. The ongoing snoring makes me feel even better. No one's watching me now... but it's not like there aren't people at all... Owner, there's a pervert here flashing her tits and pussy while you're dozing. Wake up and scold her. A pervert doing dirty things in your shop.
Juices keep leaking from my clenched pussy, soaking the panties. In the distant glass window, a faint reflection of the pervert between the shelves, tits and pussy bared. Seeing that vulgar sight fills me with dizzying pleasure each time. My nipples stand stiff, begging to be touched—I pinch one lightly between my fingers.
"Ngh!" A moan slips past my gritted teeth. It hurts, but... it hurts so good. I brush around the nub above my hole, parting the black bush. "Ngh, uh... haa, aaah...!" Once isn't enough; I keep rubbing, over and over. Aah... feels so good. Masturbating alone in an empty library is the best.
My hips thrust forward instinctively, chasing the pleasure. Jeans still cling to my legs, so I can't spread wide, but it's enough for the dizzying bliss. Each shift in angle changes the rub, making filthy juices gush out nonstop. Panties are soaked through. At this rate, the jeans are drenched too. Anyone seeing would think I pissed myself... just my crotch soaked.
In my fantasies, people pass by, whispering and pointing. That sounds good too... They'd think I pissed, but really it's slutty juices soaking my pants. My base desires reward me with even sharper pleasure.
"Haa, uh! Ungh, mmph!" Each rub flashes that vulgar pervert in the distant window. So slutty, so stupid. How can you act like that in public? What if you get caught? If someone saw, if they saw... it'd feel horrifically good. Is that why? As my arms and legs go weak, people pass by the window.
"Eek!" I hurriedly duck behind the shelves. Two girls, two guys—and among the faces burned in my mind is someone I know. My roommate, who shares my room and shows no reaction even when I flash my panties through my nightie. Yeji unnie enters the cafe with her group.
"Boss!"
"Ugh... aigoo! Come on in!"
I hear the owner jolt awake with a clatter. I need to dress quickly, but the heated pleasure pins my body in place. Someone I know came in. But I can't put my clothes on. Hidden between shelves, I knead my tits. Feels good. She wouldn't stay blank if she saw this. She'd realize I'm a pervert for sure.
I can't hold back. But it's even better than before. No—way better than my fantasies. An ecstatic thrill chills me to the bone, racing over my skin. Proof of my arousal soaks my thighs completely. The electric excitement makes standing still impossible.
I lean back against the shelves. The wood and books against my bare ass send goosebumps everywhere. Pervert here borrowing your shelf for a sec... Close by, Yeji unnie orders from the owner. I hear chairs scraping as they sit without waiting, the wooden creaks under their weight—every sound hypersensitive.
People right there... haa, feels so good... Rubbing gently, the nub above my hole bulges like a bump hidden in my bush. You're feeling it too, huh? Me too—feels amazing. So exciting. I know I shouldn't... but flashing my tits and masturbating in public feels too good...
I wish they'd catch me. Wish Yeji unnie would despise me, curse me out. Call me a pervert. Say a creep like me grosses her out. If she likes showing off so much, strip naked, she'd yell, ripping my clothes, yanking my hair, slapping my tits...It'd feel horrifically good. School life would turn nightmarish... but it'd feel that good. Never thought I'd sink this low. Sorry, unnie—I'm such a pervert. A lowly, vulgar one.
These filthy thoughts flood my body with pleasure. Fun, happy. I want to live like this forever. Lowly hope someone might come deeper into the library—I poke my pussy and grope my tits, waiting. Then I hear Yeji unnie and her group grab their drinks and leave. Footsteps fade away.
Not coming in? There's a pervert here, and you're just leaving without looking? My vulgar expectations dashed, deeper disappointment fills my chest. It felt so good, but it didn't end satisfyingly. Wish they'd seen me...
...What am I even thinking? The thoughts that filled my head moments ago bring horrific regret. This can't go on. Are you really trying to ruin your life? Play safe, Ha-yoon. ...But it would've felt so good.