14. Bottomless 2 (3)
I slip into the room and change into a simple dress I use as sleepwear, then sit quietly on the bed. With my knees pressed together and huddled up small, a wave of self-loathing crashes over me. Why the hell did I do something so dangerous? Looking back at my actions, even I think my head must be messed up.
Sticking the egg rotor in my panties or turning the dial to turn it on—those weren't entirely intentional, so maybe there's some excuse there. But going out with nothing on below, bending over to show people on purpose... those were choices I made, no denying it. What the fuck was I thinking? Sure, it felt good, but I almost got in serious trouble because of it. I wasn't like this before coming to school... What's wrong with my body?
I stay crumpled on the bed for a long while when the sound of the door opening pulls me back. I look up, and the front door is right in view. Yeji unnie walks in, rubbing her sore shoulder.
"Unnie."
The moment she sees my face, she clicks her tongue.
"Your panties are showing. Cover up a bit."
With my legs raised and knees together, of course they'd be visible from the front. It wasn't on purpose, but my body seems to have already made it a habit to flash them. Heat floods my face in embarrassment. I quickly lower my legs and pull the hem of my skirt over my panties.
"No, wait—you're doing it on purpose, aren't you?"
"N-not this time..."
The second I answer, she clicks her tongue again.
"This time? So last time you did mean to?"
Oh shit. Does it connect like that...?
"N-no, I mean, that's..."
It's true, but admitting it in my right mind feels way more humiliating than I expected.
She watches me stammer, sighing like she can't believe it.
"You get off on showing off to other people, you pervert?"
"A little..."
"A little?"
Her eyebrows shoot up, her face demanding that's all? like she knows I'm hiding something, like she sees right through any lie.
...I can't hide anything from Yeji unnie.
"I'm a big pervert..."
Admitting it straight makes my face burn hot. I'd only imagined the contempt or disgust when she found out—never that she'd pry like this, question by question. It's more embarrassing than I thought, more humiliating... and weirdly, a little thrilling.
"Ugh, fuck... I figured as much, you slut."
She shakes her head, probably picturing what a mess I am. I don't even want to know what kind of person I am in her head.
"Hey, so no one forced you to strip or anything, right?"
"Ah... Y-yeah. I went out already naked down there, so no one took my clothes."
I don't get what she means at first, but it clicks quick. She's talking about that guy from the elevator just now.
"Haa... Your kinks, fuck..."
She sighs in frustration, rummaging in her pocket. A cigarette comes out, rolling between her fingers before she slips it between her lips. She doesn't light it—probably not planning to smoke in the dorm room. Even just having it in her mouth calms her tone noticeably.
"Yeah, whatever... Can't judge your sexual tastes."
She seems almost serene, but then she suddenly yells.
"Fuck! Do I really have to understand this shit? You, you pervert bitch—are you gonna keep acting so dangerously outside from now on!? Huh?"
"I won't play dangerously..."
But I can't promise I'll stop going out like that. I tried just a few days ago and failed, after all.
She catches what I don't say and sighs like the earth's caving in. The cigarette rolls off her lips onto the floor.
"Hey, I can't help you with that crazy shit. Don't drag me into your pervy games."
"I won't cause you any trouble, unnie. Don't worry."
I say it firmly, staring into her wide eyes. Just pretend not to notice, and I can handle the rest. She's not yelling at me to get out or jumping me—that alone is a huge relief. Yeji unnie's more understanding than her usual self; I thought she'd curse me out or spread rumors and make school hell, but this ending's not bad at all.
"No, that's not... Ugh! I mean, I'll help make sure you don't get in danger."
I blank for a second, not getting it.
"Don't make me do stuff with you or order me around. But I can come along. Keep watch for you. That's what I'll do."
"Unnie... Don't you hate that kind of stuff outside?"
"I do! I hate it! The thought of me doing that pervy crap gives me chills. I'd never. ...But seeing my roommate come back crying after nearly getting raped like today... fuck, it's better than that. Ugh, shit."
She lets out an even longer, earth-shattering sigh, her face drained of any venom.
"Thank you, unnie."
I never imagined she'd say this. I thought she'd just despise me and keep her distance... Turns out she was really worried. Something warm fills the deep pit in my chest.
"Ugh. What a pain, all because of one pervert bitch... I'm gonna smoke."
She picks up the fallen cigarette and heads out. I hurry after her.
"Unnie, I'll come too."
I shove on my slippers and stick close behind.
Yeji unnie stops at the gazebo by the dorm entrance. Like I've seen passing by, it's a usual smoking spot. No one's there—no passersby, and the security office is inside the building, so it feels totally deserted.
"Ahh, it's still kinda chilly."
Unlike unnie in her long pants, I'm just in this one dress, so the night breeze bites cold. Lately I'd only gone out at night burning hot from arousal, but not now—that makes it feel even colder.
"That's 'cause you wear shit like that. Ugh."
Pungent smoke spreads everywhere. Looking around, no streetlights—just dim glow from the dorm building, shadows everywhere.
"Unnie, you're really gonna help?"
"I don't get why you'd want that, but... yeah, enough to keep you safe."
Her voice is way calmer now. Maybe the cold air or the nicotine—either way, it's good for me.
"Thank you..."
"Hey, while we're on it, tell me. How do you usually do it? I need to know to help or not."
"Uh..."
Memories of past escapades flash through my head. Can I even say this...? The dorm hallway, the gym—too embarrassing. Bus or theater? No need. Telling her I cut up all my skirts and went pantyless? Impossible.
But I should let her know. Asking a clueless person for help is different from one who knows what I'm doing.
So...
"...Wanna see?"
No one's around—perfect. I lift the hem of my dress right in front of Yeji unnie. My panties flash bare. Good thing there's just the empty gazebo behind her, but even if someone saw from behind, it'd look suspicious. They might not see my panties, but they'd see me hiking up my dress—anyone could guess.
"You crazy bitch..."
Unnie's face hardens, eyebrows furrowing. A flicker of disgust and faint contempt lingers in her eyes. That cold stare excites me, feels so good. My thighs tingle.
"Haa... I flash panties like this... And earlier, that oversized boxy tee... stuff like that..."
"So you went out like that on purpose too?"
Just panties below, egg rotor stuffed inside... My mistakes included, but yeah, I chose that outfit.
"Y-yeah..."
"Wow, you really are a pervert. Seeing it up close hits harder. Girls like you grow up to be whores, right? That's your dream? They say sluts like you make bank selling their bodies these days."
She scoffs at my small nod, her words dripping contempt. Her eyebrows twitch with disgust or scorn—I can't tell.
"That's not..."
"Bullshit. Perverts getting off on crap like this don't get normal dreams—that's a luxury."
"Hngh..."
Maybe she's right. Not a guy, but getting this worked up flashing panties to another girl—my roommate, no less. Imagining a normal job like everyone else? Yeah, no. But it's just a hobby; I don't plan to live like this forever.
Excuses flicker, but unnie's cold sneer and dirty look wipe them away. Naturally, I hike the dress higher, baring not just my panties but my bare breasts.
"Haa... Y-yeah, I'm actually an aspiring whore! Ah, I'll make whore my future dream!"
I whisper it soft, just for her ears. Unnie's face goes blank. I get it instantly—she blanks out when she's pissed to the max. Before she can react, her palm flies up.
It smacks straight into my soft breast.
"Hggh! Hnngh!"
My tit burns like fire. The sharp slap echoes across the empty lot. Someone might hear, open a window, look down—the guard might come running. None of it matters. The pain just feels good. Her stabbing words, the physical sting—they're all sweet.
"Aah! Uwaaaah!"
I thrash my hips wildly as her final words land.
"Fuck, you're embarrassing me as a fellow woman."