3. Shower
I open my eyes, and sunlight floods the room once more. I must've slept way too late. After yesterday, I behaved myself—just scoped out the surroundings and came back. Beyond the terrace, there are athletic facilities, and down below looks like the Student Cafeteria. Trees dot every corner of the campus grounds, plenty of spots to hide a body. And I found the Convenience Store on campus. Luckily, the Convenience Store Owner was inside. It's not officially open yet, but he said he came to manage inventory. Thanks to him, I could grab essentials like detergent and slippers early and head back up.
I stretch my arms high overhead. The motion tugs the blanket away, and my bare breasts sway gently. Just looking at them, my nipples—soft and relaxed all night—start to stiffen. I slept naked again... This non-everyday thrill I've never indulged before feels so intoxicating.
"Gotta wash up," I mutter. I thought I'd behaved last night, but there's already a slick mess between my legs. The sheets are soaked through, damp and sticky, with white streaks dried on my skin. I didn't even masturbate—just slept without clothes... No, I'm losing it for real. Not wearing anything isn't normal. My brain's already marinating in pleasure. Is this okay? The thought flickers, but memories of ecstasy drown it out. It's fine—as long as no one's around. It'll only be a few days anyway. Once everyone else moves into the dormitory, it'll stop. Just enjoy it till then. I steel myself with the promise and get out of bed. First things first: air out this stuffy room from the night and get clean.
Out of habit, like back home, I draw back the curtains—and freeze as my round breasts reflect perfectly in the glass. I gasp, sucking in air, and drop to the floor to hide. Am I insane? Why'd I pull the curtains without thinking? Why, Im Ha-yoon, why? My heart pounds wildly, but I can't figure out why I did it. Have I gotten too comfortable in just two days? I peek my head cautiously past the window. Thankfully, like always, the vast open lot outside is empty. Relief crashes over me, and I slide all the way down to the floor.
"That really scared me..." My unprepared heart thuds in protest. Yet between my legs, fresh fluid keeps leaking out. It trickles down my thighs, pooling on the floor. Why are you reacting like this on your own? I swipe a hand there—viscous strands stretch between my fingers. Undeniable arousal. You're such a slut. Did flashing your tits outside feel that good? Huh? You like that? Then how about showing everything? Following the voice inside, I yank the curtains fully open. Standing slowly, my entire body reflects in the glass. No one's there, but with just this pane between me and the outside world, I'm fully exposed. My pussy weeps joyful tears, and my skin flushes hot as if in agreement.
What if I leave the curtains like this and go shower...? Even if someone's out there, they might just think I'm some airheaded slut who forgot to close them. The Dormitory Guard might be patrolling... Hot breath fogs the glass white. Like my face is hidden behind the steam, I cover only that—baring all my secret spots. Yes, look all you want. I'm too dumb to close the curtains, so stare as much as you like—I won't complain. I hate to leave this spot. But for natural exposure... I need to shower first. I wonder what it'll feel like if I come out and lock eyes with someone.
My hand rests on the bathroom door. I take a deep breath. Water droplets patter from my skin. You're just a dumb girl who forgot the curtains. Act natural. Move like you have no clue—like a total idiot. Yeah, you're an idiot. You love showing what you shouldn't? It's so exciting, I can't stop. So damn thrilling. My heart races, making the droplets on my breasts quiver. I grip the handle and push—the door swings open quietly.
Someone's out there. They'll stare in shock. Won't look away. Keep staring till I notice, staring and staring.Pretend you don't know—show them everything. These soft tits, my pussy with its growing fuzz—show it all, nothing held back. A twinge of regret. This hair hides my slit. If I could show the hole itself, it'd feel incredible. Can't even show the pussy properly—such a shame. Should I shave it? Yeah, shave it all to bare everything. That'll make me even sluttier. Nothing covered, all on display. My to-do list just grew. Tension swells in my chest; my hand trembles on the door. I press hard, but the fine shivers won't stop.
I step one foot into the room. From the window's angle—everything's visible. Wet fur, stiff nipples jutting out, soft thighs—all in view. My arms instinctively cover my chest and crotch. No, covering looks suspicious. I'm the clueless idiot who doesn't know the curtains are open. Can't cover—that gives it away. Like I never planned to hide, I drop my arms, pressing them flat to my sides. I can't lift my gaze, so I glare at the floor. Slick fluid pours from my pussy like a faucet. Nothing like the shower water—thicker, obvious. Feels so good. Why am I so wet lately? First time feeling this good, maybe.Then look all you want. I won't hide a thing. Make me feel even better.
I want to look up, meet eyes outside. A gaze on me would amp the thrill. They'd be shocked at first, right? Then, seeing I don't hide, they'd realize—I'm a pervert who loves showing her privates. They'd judge me with their eyes, despise me. No way they wouldn't curse a stupid slut like this. Overwhelmed by anticipation, I slowly raise my head. The dangling curtains come into view, then the wall below the window, and finally... the window itself.
"Ah..." Just the empty lot, like always. Disappointment floods in. No one's there. I didn't show this to anyone. Should be a relief, but my head fills with regret. I acted so natural, and no one saw. All that performance for nothing... Pouting, I stick out my lip. Why regret it so much? Like tilting a bottle for water and getting nothing. Guess I'll have to wait it out. I lick my dry lips.
Naturally, I step to the window, pressing my breasts against the glass. No one's there. So I can do whatever. Right? If someone were, I'd just flash and be satisfied. But alone... I can do what I want. The round flesh squishes flat. My hands can't contain them; they bulge between fingers.
"Haah...!" The hard squeeze sends fierce pleasure surging through me. This could ruin me. Getting labeled a pervert from day one—how would I survive? The creeping fear fuels the ecstasy even more. The window's high; my lower half's hidden, so I torment my breasts harder. Knead them together roughly, pinch around the nipples. Trap a nipple between thumb and forefinger, crush it. Each time, pleasure hits like a falling stone, filling my head. Every shock is precious. As my mind hazes, satisfaction swells in my chest. Feels so good. No one's here, but the chance someone's watching... that's enough. I'm turning into an idiot. Hot breath spreads across the glass.
"Eungh, euuuungh!" Muffled moans echo in the room. I could cum from my tits alone... My legs give out; I sink to the floor. A cold puddle soaks my ass. Now my body no longer reflects in the window. That felt amazing. Good thing no one was there. If the dorm was full, I'd have been caught. Too risky. Still, hot breaths keep escaping.