11-IF. What If I Got Caught in the Library? (1)
“Who's there?”
Yeji unnie's voice rings out. I'm hiding between the bookshelves in the library, my top hiked up and my jeans and panties shoved down to my knees—nipples rock-hard, pussy drenched and on full display. She's coming closer. I hear the steady thud-thud of footsteps. But my hand won't pull away from my pussy. One finger's grinding my clit while the other plunges in and out, the wet schlick-schlick echoing loud enough for my own ears. I should hide. I should yank my pants up...
But it feels too good. Stars burst behind my eyelids. I know if I keep going, she'll catch me for sure—but my body craves the stimulation anyway. I can't stop. My hand won't obey, and deep down, I'm aching for that intense rush when she discovers me.
Then I see the toe of her familiar sneakers—the ones she wears all the time. Idiot. But... it's too late. Our eyes meet.
An orgasm like nothing I've ever felt slams through me. “Nngh, ahh! Haa, more, aaahhn! Hnng, aaah!”
Her curious gaze twists into shock, then disgust—eyebrows furrowing as she looks down at me like I'm something repulsive.
“You... what the hell are you doing there?”
“U- unnie...”
I've been caught. Even as she speaks, my hips buck hard, tremors shaking me. Every quiver sends delicious sparks through my body.
Yeji unnie wrinkles her philtrum slightly, scanning me slowly from head to toe. Then she snorts, lips curling in a sneer. Disgust mixes with cold cynicism in her expression. That contemptuous stare only makes the thrill pounding in my chest burn hotter.
“You a pervert or something? Why the fuck are you doing this here?”
“Y- yes... I'm a pervert who gets off on doing it out in the open.”
No point hiding now that she's seen. It's not quite resignation—more like chasing pleasure lets my true self spill out. My jeans cling to my legs, but I spread them as wide as I can in this awkward pose, thrusting my hips forward. Lewd juices gush from my exposed pussy, dripping past my pants to splatter on the floor.
Yeji unnie sighs in exasperation, raking a hand through her hair over and over.
“What a fucking clown.”
Then a new voice cuts in. “Yeji, everything okay?”
Deeper than unnie's—thicker. A guy towering at least two heads over her, body packed with muscle like he's wearing a layer of thick armor. Next to him stands another dude, shorter and pudgy, nothing like the muscled one. There was another girl in their group earlier, but the narrow aisle hides her from view. If I can see them, they can see me. My pale breasts, my sopping wet pussy—all bare and defenseless under their stares.
“Whoa...”
“Hyung, I've never seen shit like this before.”
Amazed gasps. Curiosity in their eyes morphs into ugly lust. I notice it all, but I don't want to cover my half-naked body in front of them.
“Put your clothes on, you freak.”
Yeji unnie slaps my breast hard with her open palm. The sharp smack stings fiercely.
“Eek!”
I squirt so hard it shocks even me, leaving a puddle on the floor. My flushed tit throbs and tingles. But that pain floods me with a twisted pleasure and satisfaction. Why does even this feel so good? Getting hit? That's insane.
Yeji unnie, front-row witness to it all, wrinkles her nose and turns away. Her lips press tight—like I'm not even worth talking to anymore. She pushes past them and heads out.
“Guys, sorry to cut our first meeting short, but let's reschedule. Seeing this crap killed my motivation.”
“Yeah, project's just starting anyway. Tomorrow's fine.”
The muscled guy replies in a lust-thick voice, and Yeji unnie vanishes with quick strides. I even hear the glass door slam open and shut.
New eyes fix on my body in the space she left. A prim-looking girl stares at me, eyes sparkling. No contempt, no scorn—just something fresh.
“Whoaaa...”
Pure curiosity and surprise, probably. My body shivers finely under her gaze. Then the muscled guy strides forward and seizes my breast in one rough hand. No regard for me at all—brutal grip. My tit squishes out between his thick fingers, aching but oh-so-good.
“Freak, mind if I touch?”
He's already groping hard, but asks belatedly. His tone screams he doesn't see me as human—like handling a doll, or worse, a masturbation toy. Cold, careless. My hole clenches sweetly at it.
“Y- yes... touch me all you want.”
Words I'd only fantasized screaming—I finally say them aloud. Liberation hits, mixed with throbbing anticipation. My whole body quakes.
The chubby guy hurries over, hand diving for my ass. His sticky touch feels gross, but the way it clings to my skin is maddeningly stimulating. Even this nasty hand—I can't refuse it anymore. A giggle bubbles up at how far I've fallen.
“Oppa, can I film this? It'll be in the project video, okay?”
The curious girl already has her camera aimed at me, grin plastered on like it's the funniest thing ever. She doesn't even ask me, of course. None of them see me as a person.
“Just don't get our faces in it.”
The chubby guy's double chin jiggles as he nods eagerly at the muscled guy's words. Bet the angle catches my face perfectly.
“U- um, wait...”
Ding! The recording starts before I can finish. I try to cover my face, but the muscled guy grabs my arm. No matter how I tug, it won't budge. He shakes his head slightly. Staring at him, it hits me. Ah... too late for that now. Perverts like me don't even deserve to hide our faces.
The guys turn me sideways so the camera gets a perfect view of my body. I feel it instantly—tits, pussy, face all framed in the lens. Under their rough hands and that mechanical eye, I'm no longer human. Just a plaything. A toy. At best, a living fucktoy.
I arch my chest, make no move to cover up. My heart hammers wildly, refusing to calm. I just keep leaking slutty fluids, heating my body from the inside.
Feels so good. No idea what happens next...
“Hnnng...”
A sweet moan slips out. The chubby guy's hand freezes on my thigh; the muscled one's pauses mid-mauling of my breast. Then they double down, teasing my sensitive spots harder.
“What a real pervert slut. You like being groped against your will?”
“Yeah, hyung. Her pussy's completely soaked.”
Pleasure and excitement melt my reason away. My body goes limp, slumping against them.
“Feels... so gooood...”
I glance up—the muscled guy grins in satisfaction. Shame pricks my chest, but it's drowned by the hand spreading my hole wide, crashing bigger ecstasy over me.
“Hyung, think she's a virgin?”
The chubby guy yanks his finger out in shock after probing deep. He rubs thumb and forefinger gingerly, like savoring the feel of my inner walls.
“No way?”
The muscled guy stops kneading my tits, surprised. He reaches down with sluggish hands and pries my labia wide open. Spreads me so thoroughly the camera can see everything inside.
“It's brand new... never used...”
The lens captures it all. I hear them swallow hard. Never imagined a public-masturbating freak like me could still be a virgin. But that's exactly what I am—a pervert who loves flashing her naked virgin body outside.
I open my mouth to confess it all—when a shout from outside: “All your drinks are ready!”
The cafe owner. I picture him craning his neck, hunting for customers from where we can't see.
“Oppa, should we head out?”
“Yeah.”
The girl suggests it, figuring we can't do more here. She holds the camera. The muscled guy grunts agreement and yanks my jeans up by force.
“Ngh.”
No panties adjusted—they wedge awkwardly between my cheeks, bare ass scraping denim. From outside, it's obvious something's bunched up, bulging out. My top's still messed up too—no bra in place, tits lopsided and poking weirdly, nipples grazing fabric with constant teasing friction. Anyone could tell my underwear's all wrong.
But no one mentions it. They just grab my hand and drag me out from the shelves. I don't resist at all. Of course not—I'm a pervert, after all. Getting exposed to someone else would feel amazing. My excitement swells; I don't even want to fix my clothes.