16. Roommate 3 (2)
Nothing happens until we leave the dormitory and start down the steep slope. No one passes by, and Yeji unnie doesn't say anything special. Still, my heart races. Her words have filled my whole body with this delicious thrill. It's like flipping a switch—once it's on, my body won't cool down. Like turning a page inside out.
I sneak a glance at unnie walking beside me. It'd feel so good to let the outside breeze hit between my soaked legs...
"What? If you wanna do something, don't hold back—just do it. I know you're a pervert, so whatever you do, I don't care."
Unnie catches my gaze and sneers. Mockery drips from every word. Only when we're about to do something dirty does she furrow her brows like that, loaded with deep contempt. It's the kind of attitude that should piss off a normal person, but it makes my chest flutter and feel good. Well, yeah—I'm not normal, so here I am, hairless pussy scribbled with filthy words, stepping outside like this. My pervert heart pounds with anticipation. Something stuffy swells in my chest, making it hard to breathe.
Unnie's looking down at me, and just like that, I lift the hem of my dress toward the path below. The skirt that should cover my thighs rides all the way up to my waist. Cool wind hits my lewd slit—feels refreshing. If someone were down there, how much would they see...? No hair means my pussy's fully on display, and if they've got good eyes, maybe even the "exhibitionist" graffiti. In reality, no one's there, but imaginary gazes overwhelm me. Inside the dress, my vulgarly hard nipples tremble. Without thinking, my legs spread wider. I notice and realize my knees are already splayed open, slightly bent. My labia part, letting cold air slip inside. What a cheap, pathetic pose.
Eut, like this, they'll see the thigh graffiti too... Feels so good. Scrawling creepy words on my body for normal people and flashing my filthy parts—it's too thrilling. Yeji unnie just stands behind me, frowning silently, watching. No one's around... so a little more should be fine, right?
I keep the dress hiked wide and slowly walk down the slope toward the school below. My awkward stance eases as I move, but the view opens wider the lower I go. Distant crowd noise starts filtering in. Every time, thoughts of my shameful pose flood my mind. I'm walking a path where people pass, not knowing when someone might pop up, with lewd scribbles and my skirt up.
"Hey, you pervert bitch—a guy's coming up ahead."
"Ahht!"
No warning—just a sharp smack and stinging pain blooms on my ass. Yeji unnie slapped my exposed cheek from behind. A pleasurable moan slips out unbidden. Sure enough, a guy's climbing up ahead, head down, struggling with the steep incline. If he'd looked up, I'd have been totally busted. I hurriedly pull the dress back down. Yeah, my thighs are bare, but from outside, I just look like some sloppy girl who threw on her dorm outfit. Better than flashing my pussy outright.
"Th-thanks, unnie."
The slapped spot burns hot—feels amazing. The guy trudges past, glancing up at us briefly before dropping his eyes again. He has no idea what a slut I am as he brushes by. My heart pounds wildly. Way better than safe, empty spots—being defenseless under real gazes makes my guts quiver deep inside. This feels so much better.
The slope ends, and at the bottom, I spot a crowd at the bus stop across the street—people who weren't at school, packed so tight they spill onto the road. If I flashed them right here... they'd stare in shock, point fingers. Might even snap pics. Last time on the bus, someone did... This time, it'd be game over. Most look like our school folks—could be department mates who recognize me. Not strangers I'd never see again; real danger. Everyone finding out I'm a lewd exhibitionist—whispers of "pervert," "whore" following me everywhere. Treated like cheap trash, grilled if it's me in the pic, unable to deny it, dragged off to let guys do whatever. Despised by my department. Horrifying...
...But it'd feel so good. My slut hole clenches tight in delight. I want to show them my shame... I swallow dryly.
Then unnie grabs my arm.
"Hey, you dumb bitch—quit fantasizing and buy some smokes."
Dragged into the convenience store by Yeji unnie, I feel pathetic. I was about to hike up in front of all those people for a thrill. Show off my scribble-covered body and pussy. No clue how school life would go after... I almost fucked up big time. I shake my head hard to clear the thoughts filling my skull. Won't work, but I have to try. Can't actually strip in public.
People inside too. Young male clerk I've never seen at the counter, two customers milling around. Crowded here too. I slip carefully between the snack aisles. The crowd outside vanishes behind the shelves. Only then can I sigh in relief.
Feels like temptation everywhere. Even without doing dirty stuff, my body's heating up... Thighs already slick. Can't see it looking down, but I feel the lewd juices trickling sensitively. Can't hike up and wipe here, though... Just leave it be.
"Unnie, want some snacks?"
I turn to call her and flinch—her face is right there. She presses her mouth to my ear, whispering low.
"Hey, lift your skirt here."
"Y-yes?"
Not that I didn't hear—her words hit clear. Thrill floods me instantly. Hot breath tickles her cheek with every exhale.
"You're the pervert bitch who loves this shit. Not many people, no cameras. I saw all the scribbles on you. What if these folks caught 'em? Wouldn't that be fun?"
Hueut. My hips tremble finely. Unnie's face brims with mischief—not just playing, but outright glee at toying with her new fun toy. Her narrowed eyes still drip contempt, but her softly curved lips smirk like whatever happens to you, not my problem.
"Whatever, do what you want—I don't care. Won't say shit. Your loss if you chicken out."
She shrugs, face pulling away, then browses snacks like it's on me.
Why's she saying this now? No clue... Doesn't matter. Heart thumping in my ears like BGM, I slowly grip the hem. Yeji unnie glances, eyes on me. Excitement crests to my chin—other footsteps fade, nothing audible. Instead, my heartbeat and the slick squelch between my fidgeting legs thunder in my ears.
Rolling up the dress is quick. With barely any effort, in this peopled store, my smooth slut pussy and filthy scribbles are fully exposed. Pulled too high—my whole ass hangs out. "Exhibitionist" above the pussy, "Pervert" below the cheeks, all visible.
"You actually did it."
She looks down with a mocking voice. Her glaring eyes mix equal shock she didn't expect this and disgust like it's a spectacle. Yeji unnie clicks her tongue, frowning, biting her lip slightly as her contempt-filled gaze rakes me up and down.
"Disgusting. You look like a whore."