Roommate 3 (3)
“Disgusting. Like a whore.”
Every time I hear words like that, my hole twitches. Just hearing them feels so good. Yes, that's right. I'm a disgusting pervert slut. I came to the convenience store where everyone comes to buy food... to do pervert shit. I'm a pervert who loves being insulted. My thighs keep getting slick. Lewd juices are leaking out more and more.
“You get turned on by this shit? What a fucking bitch.”
Urgh. I clamp my mouth shut tight to stifle the moan trying to escape.
“Retarded slut.”
Sister, hit me. Hit this retarded body like last time—it'll feel so good. It actually felt amazing last time too. It still hurts, but it felt incredible...
No matter how much I beg in my mind, it obviously doesn't reach Yeji unnie. If I say it out loud or actually get hit, the noise might alert people around us, so I can't open my mouth.
My hand, gripping my dress, automatically slides down. Before I even realize it, my fingers touch my pussy. Unlike the usual rough stubble, today it's smooth and sleek welcoming me. The slippery sensation along my juices feels so foreign. The moment I rub around the nub above my hole, electric pleasure shoots up my spine.
“Hnnngh!”
It feels good. So good rubbing my exposed pussy in a convenience store full of people...
“Fucking psycho bitch.”
Yeji unnie slaps her palm over my mouth. Unlike my drenched hand, hers feels rough and dry. I snap back to reality. I hurriedly pull my hand away and smooth my dress back down. I wipe the sticky, slimy juices on my dress. Erasing the evidence is easy enough, but the juices trickling down my thighs... I can't bring myself to wipe those off.
I'm insane. People are right next to me—what if I moaned? No, what the hell was I thinking rubbing my pussy?
Seeing my trembling eyes, Yeji unnie slowly removes her hand from my mouth.
“Get a grip, you crazy bitch. You trying to get caught on purpose?”
“S-sorry...”
Just flashing my dress is one thing—moaning out loud is another. Luckily, no customers are peeking our way, and the clerk hasn't come running. ...Guess we haven't been caught yet.
“Ugh, you fucking slut...”
Unnie shakes her head in disbelief, scanning me up and down with sharp, disapproving eyes. My body shrinks under that gaze. Even if she's helping me, if I have no intention of hiding, nothing can stay covered. I know it's my fault, so I can't lift my head.
My hole, still shamelessly dripping lewd juices, keeps urging me on. Hold on just a bit. Not now.
“Hey, grab these. Let's go.”
Unnie shoves a few snacks from right beside us toward me. Two bags of potato chips and a box of chocolate snacks land against my chest. Too many for both hands. I can't call out to unnie as she brushes past me and heads off somewhere. She told me to grab them, so I have to...
I hesitate, then lift my dress and pile the snacks on top. Now I can hold them with both hands. The problem is my pussy showing from the front... but there aren't many people shorter than me, so it'll be fine. ...Even if it's not fine, I'm fine with it. I want to show it anyway. I want to get caught.
With my switch flipped, no other ideas come to mind. Clutching the snacks in my skirt hem, I head to the counter.
Unnie, who was taking cigarettes from the male clerk at the counter, spots me and lets out a disbelieving laugh. I see the clerk freeze. Ah... even without seeing my pussy, everyone can tell my bottom is exposed. Of course they'd notice—I'm literally holding up my skirt. I didn't think that far ahead. But I can't cover up now. I have no choice but to approach the counter with the snacks.
My heart pounds wildly as I step forward. I'm exposing my hairless pervert pussy in front of a guy... Even if he can't see it directly, anyone would know I'm baring my lower half. And I'm not hiding a thing. With those lewd scribbles too. If anyone looks, they'll see my pervert pussy and the trashy graffiti all at once... I can't cover with the snacks in the way. If they look, I just have to stand there and let them see. The snacks... can't let them crush. No choice. Even if I get caught, I stay still. Show everything. That I shaved for pervert shit, that I'm an exhibitionist who loves showing off outside, that I'm a pervert who gets off on insults... Show it all, without holding back...
I slowly approach the counter, stand in front of the male clerk, and dump the snacks from my dress hem. My dress falls back naturally, covering me, but his eyes won't leave my bare skin. The nightgown-style dress exposes my shoulders completely, so I can't hide from his gaze. The counter hides my legs, thank god, but he's staring at my leg area like he wants to bore holes through it. In his head, my legs must be fully visible. My thighs soaked in lewd juices, all of it. Haa... It's so stimulating my hole aches. Other people's gazes feel so good.
“That's 11,300 won with the cigarettes. Could I see your ID?”
Uh, uhh...? Right, need ID for smokes. But I was doing lewd shit right in front of him... Showing my ID means he learns my name—everything.
I freeze, and unnie nudges my arm. Under her 'hurry up' glare, I pull my card wallet from the pocket at my waist. I hand over the little plastic card with all my info. More embarrassing than flashing my pussy. Now he knows who I am, and that I'm a pervert.
But I can't buy smokes without it.
“Im Ha-yoon... Yeah, verified. I'll handle the payment.”
My waist shivers at the sound of him murmuring my name. I-I'm totally exposed. Did he see the scribbles? Does he know everything now? No way to tell. How do I even come back here? If I were him, I wouldn't forget today... But I can't avoid the closest convenience store. It feels so good I might cum.
Payment done, I lift my skirt again to gather the snacks. Gotta carry them somehow, right? The front lifts wide, naturally dragging my ass up too. As I turn from the counter toward the door, sticky gazes cling to the bottom of my ass. Ah, the scribble. 'Pervert' scrawled big under my ass. No way the flapping hem height covers it—it's at least two finger-widths too low. Even if he missed it before, now it's fully busted...
Lewd juices gush from my pussy like it's broken. Feels so good. Getting caught as a pervert feels too good...
The moment we exit the store, unnie grabs my arm and drags me into the alley next door. Lost in the pleasure, I stumble along.
The narrow alley is empty, no one around.
“You pervert bitch. How am I supposed to walk around with you acting like that? Aren't you embarrassed? Scribbling beastly shit like that and flashing your slutty parts—not ashamed?”
Sorry, unnie. I am embarrassed... but the embarrassment feels good. That's why.
I swallow my excuses. Telling Yeji unnie would just make her angrier—I can't say a word. I just stand there, head bowed, holding up my skirt with snacks, pussy still exposed even while getting scolded.
“Hey, if you're gonna do that, why not just show everything all the time?”
She smirks cynically, shaking her head like I'm hopeless. Fair... even I think it's a mess. But, but... it felt good.
“Y-yeah...”
I'll show off even more from now on. The words slip out unconsciously, and unnie's eyebrow shoots up.
“What?”
“Uh... y-you just said to show it all and walk around...”
“Ha.”
Unnie snorts. Her face twists in scorn, glancing at me sideways with contempt.
“So because I said it, you'll do it? You psycho. What, if I tell you to spread your legs, you will? You'll do whatever I say?”
My excitement-fogged brain nods against my will.
“You fucking slut...”
Seeing it, Yeji unnie runs her hand through her hair repeatedly. Her expression hardens as she watches me stand there silently despite the insults. After staring down at me for a long while, she spits out one word.
“Hey. Spread your legs.”
Yeji unnie pulls out her phone, holding it toward me. She steps back like she's framing a shot with the camera. Getting photographed now is dangerous. My shaved, juice-slick bare pussy gleams, lower half fully exposed, no hands free to cover my face. Plus the lewd scribbles above it. And unnie knows my name, age, school—everything, since we live together. Getting snapped like this obvious pervert? It's handing over my weakness on a platter.
No, don't... Can't get photographed... It's dangerous...
“Spread 'em, slut.”
My body spreads its legs anyway. Knees wide, slightly bent. I lower myself so the 'Please Insult Me' scribble on my inner thigh shows clearly. My pussy hole gapes wider. Unnie's single short command—my body obeys instantly. I could cover up, run away. So what if a few snacks crush? I could refuse, apologize, and it'd blow over... Logic says that, but my head's filled with how I embarrassed unnie, so I have to obey. It's no big deal anyway. Just one photo. Roommates can snap a couple pics. I asked for her help but acted without hiding, shaming her—so I owe her this. No biggie, right? ...As if. It's a huge deal. No different from handing over my collar. I know that, but...
Click.