Roommate 3 (1)
“This bitch is totally nuts.”
That was what came flying out of my roommate's mouth the second I finished telling her about my morning escapade in response to her question about where I'd snuck off to at dawn.
“But I didn't get caught. It was a little risky, though...”
I tried grinning like an idiot, but her arched eyebrow showed no sign of coming down.
“Hey, what the hell are you gonna do if you get in serious trouble doing this shit all by yourself?”
“Hehe...”
But that's what makes the thrill so damn good. That razor-edge tension of not knowing if I'll get caught, where one tiny slip could ruin everything forever—it's terrifyingly addictive.
“You fucking idiot, I told you if you're gonna do risky shit, I'd watch your back. So why the hell do you go off alone and make a mess of things, you crazy slut?!”
Her hand shot toward my chest, then rose higher to grab my collar, shaking me back and forth just like she'd planned all along.
“S-sis... I'm dizzy...”
“Ugh, you insane bitch.”
I let out a little whimper, and she released my collar with a rough shove. Her words were harsh, but underneath it all, there was no mistaking her worry for me.
“So then, sis...”
I swallowed dryly without realizing it.
“Should I... head out tonight?”
“Now?”
The sunset was already painting the window outside. Classes were over for the day, and everyone was scattering to hang out or head home—a time when the paths outside would be crawling with people.
“Not right now... I'll get ready quick, so just a bit later?”
But that's what'll make it even more fun. Going out with sis tonight, I want to push it further, get bolder.
As if she'd heard my unspoken thoughts, her eyebrow twitched.
“...Fine, whatever.”
I slipped into the bathroom, leaving her curt words behind. I stripped off everything I was wearing and piled it on the toilet tank, instantly naked. No point showering now—I'd have to anyway when I got back, sticky and drenched from head to toe. I could clean up after.
My head was already swimming with filthy plans. Realizing that made my face burn hot.
I rummaged through the pocket of my discarded clothes and pulled out a disposable razor. Time to finally shave—make sure no hair hid my dirty hole anymore. If someone saw it, I wanted every bit exposed, nothing veiled even by chance.
I turned on the shower, letting warm water cascade over my lower belly. The heat spread across my skin, my heart pounding. It'll grow back eventually, but until then, this bald proof of what a pervert I am will be etched on my body... At my age, no hair at all would look weird.
Tension froze my hands. The water just kept running uselessly. Okay. You decided this. Don't hesitate, Im Ha-yoon.
I dragged the cheap convenience store razor over my mound. It didn't hurt as the blade grazed my skin, but it didn't slice smoothly either. I had to swipe up and down over and over before one patch turned pale and clean. After repeating that endlessly, every hair was gone. The inner ones were trickier, but I tugged my outer lips this way and that until it was spotless.
Now it's truly bare. My pervert pussy... from here on, show it all, no hiding.
A sticky trickle leaked out unbidden, washing away with the water. I dried off with the hanging towel and faced the mirror. My smooth, hairless pussy stared back. Pale pink mucosa clenched tight. Not like those porn pics online, but plenty obscene. I'd always known it was embarrassing, hidden behind that dark bush... Now it's empty. And way lewder than I thought. The quivering lips, slick with arousal and glistening—no cover at all. Every glance revealed it all, raw and exposed.
Now anyone who looks will see everything, just as they please...
“Haa...”
A hot breath escaped with tiny anticipation.
And I had something special prepared too. Every time those guys spotted me before, their eyes burned with curiosity and lust. That gaze felt good, sure... but women's contempt and sneers hit even harder. Honestly, I wanted them to curse me out. So this time, even the guys would despise me when they saw... that's the look I'm going for.
Still naked, I grabbed something and pressed it to my skin. A thick board marker I'd snuck from the lecture hall. The chunky tip, reeking faintly, slid over my flesh as I scrawled words to brand myself right above my pussy: EXHIBITIONIST.
It fit perfectly in the newly bared space. True, I'm a pervert who loves flashing her body outside—nothing captured me better.
I spread my legs and wrote my honest wish on my inner thigh near the pussy: PLEASE INSULT ME.
Turning around, I lettered across my ass cheeks, big and bold where it'd catch the eye: PERVERT.
“Haa...”
What an idiotic thing to do. Even if I love filthy stuff, who writes shit like this on their body hoping the world will hurl abuse? Never imagined I'd sink this low before. Every day brought new thrills. My body shuddered on its own.
Anyone seeing this would think I'm some pervert slut, a filthy rag. Just imagining it felt so good. Expectation bubbled up, filling my chest.
I covered up with the nightgown dress I'd stashed earlier in place of the hair. Coming out of the bathroom, Yeji unnie was lounging on her bed, scrolling her phone.
“Sis, ready to head out?”
“Hmm... where to?”
She glanced at me from her reclined position. Her bored face flickered with faint displeasure and clear annoyance.
“Didn't you say you were out of smokes? I'll buy you some.”
“Oh? Then let's go.”
The boredom vanished; she sprang up. My heart raced. I'd only ever gone out at dead of night or midday when no one was around. But now it was peak time—people heading home or out to play. Never done this before... and all I had on was this one flimsy nightgown dress. The hem barely past my crotch, no belt to hold it, so one flip and everything's on display. No panties underneath either—just my hairless bare pussy. Covered in lewd graffiti like some pervert. No wonder my heart hammered.
No one goes out like this, even just to the convenience store nearby... What a stupid move. But that's what made it perfect. Lost in perversion, doing something this dumb felt amazing.
Yeji unnie stood by the door, looking back at me.
“You're going out like that? What do you have on under it?”
“J-just... something decent.”
Maybe too obviously skimpy— she blocked me instantly, arms crossed, staring down.
“Show me. You love flashing strangers anyway, so what's showing your own roommate?”
Eh? But I drew all that lewd stuff inside... Never thought she'd push this far. My head flushed pink in seconds.
I'd planned to flash strangers subtly for the thrill, not flaunt it outright. I could've dodged, mumbled excuses, avoided it somehow. But my brain wouldn't go there.
I already knew what she'd say from experience... and yet my hands obediently lifted the gown. The hem rose from below, up past my chest in a flash.
Her arms stayed crossed. Her eyes turned icy, a cold sneer curling her lips.
“Disgusting, really.”
Her voice was calm, but the contempt stabbed through, undeniable. No words to argue back. I knew normal girls wouldn't do this. Nothing to say.
“Can't understand how you get off on this crap. Aren't you embarrassed?”
I don't get it either... but how can I help how good it feels?
A drop of lewd juice trickled from my hole. Unnoticed, my lips curved up just a bit.