19. Roommate 4 (2)
“Okay, now show me. Let’s see if you really stripped properly.”
It was obvious I wasn’t wearing anything under my dress. Yeji had yanked up my clothes herself to check my bare tits, and I’d peeled off my panties right in front of her eyes. And yet here she was, ordering me to do it. Right now. Lift up my dress in front of her.
The unexpected command made me swallow hard. I never imagined she’d make me do this. Sure, I’d stripped right there, so obviously there was nothing underneath. It was such a no-brainer deduction, not even worth calling reasoning.
My head knew all that, but at the same time... I felt like I had to obey Yeji’s words. Because it was an order. You follow orders. Why...? Why did I have to obey?
“What’re you doing? Hurry up.”
Ah, right. She’s got those photos of me acting all lewd. So I have to do whatever she says... or they’ll spread everywhere. Yeah, if I don’t want that, I’ve gotta obey.
I grab the hem of my dress like Yeji ordered and slowly pull it up. Inch by inch, past my thighs, my smooth hairless pussy starts to peek out. Her gaze clings to my body, thick and heavy, raking over every bit of me.
This is the first time I’ve ever lifted my clothes on purpose—not pretending it was some accident. My heart’s pounding like crazy. Tension makes my fingertips tingle.
It’s not even outside. Not strangers. There’s no reason to obey, no reason to do this. But... it feels so good. This suffocating thrill, the wicked guilt of doing what I shouldn’t—it’s intoxicating. Satisfaction swells deep in my chest.
By the time my hand reaches my chest, delicious excitement has wrapped around my whole body. I’m showing everything to Yeji. My hairless pussy, the white skin where the marker scribbles have barely faded, the bruises on my tits that are only now starting to heal—they’re all on display.
And it feels amazing. She knows exactly what I like, and yet my body’s reacting honestly, lighting up with pleasure. So what if it’s another girl seeing my body? We live in the same room—it could happen naturally. Sure, we’ve never gone that far, but it wouldn’t be weird if we did.
Ha-yoon-ah. My foggy brain sluggishly pieces it together. Because this isn’t some everyday situation. Who the hell orders their roommate to show their naked body? Getting turned on by something this out-of-the-ordinary? Totally normal. It’s supposed to feel good. Right?
So... that means... I like taking orders too...
Click.
The sound comes from the phone in her hand. Even as I hold up my dress and bare myself completely, she does it anyway.
No great deduction needed to figure out what she’s up to.
“Uh, unnie... th-the photo...”
“What? Why? You love this shit, don’t you?”
Yeji tilts her chin with a smirk. Right at the end of it—between my legs, drenched in slutty juices I didn’t even realize were there. Beads of it glisten, ready to trickle down my thighs at the slightest movement.
“Uh... u-uh...”
It felt good, sure, but I didn’t expect it to get this bad already. My heart racing, breath all stuffy, lower belly clenching tight—that’s all it was. And yet...
Just stripping off my panties and lifting the hem. That’s it.
I knew I was getting off on it—that weird mix of satisfaction and thrill filling me up. But gushing like this? No idea.
Haha. Getting this worked up over something so simple... I’m such a pervert. A freak who cums from flashing her naked body. A filthy slut strutting around outside with lewd scribbles all over her and skimpy clothes. ...A toy that goes wild from orders.
That’s me.
I flash a V-sign at Yeji’s phone. Body pressed tight, right in the spot no one could miss—like the pervert I am.
Take more, please...Look at me more...
I’m slipping the collar around my own neck—the one she’s never even used once. These pics can’t end up in anyone else’s hands... I haven’t even gotten confirmation she’ll keep them safe, or who might see... but I keep buckling it tighter anyway.
It’s humiliating. She’s a good unnie, but snapping shots that expose my dirtiest secrets? That can’t feel casual. And yet... I love this shameful burn so much... My fingers clench the fabric harder. Tight. So it doesn’t slip even by accident.
“Let’s go. The guys are waiting.”
Satisfied with her shots, she says it just like that.
Really. Like this. Walking out with my crotch soaked, straight into a room full of people I’m meeting for the first time.
“Y-Yes...”
My heart’s hammering even after I answer. Following her, I slip on my slippers and step into the hall—my legs trembling like crazy. Not my first time heading out like this, but today the shivers feel so good all over.
They say first impressions are everything when meeting people. And here I am, parading out in front of strangers with no panties. Thin straps on my shoulders—if I tilt wrong, my tits spill out completely.
I’d planned to play it normal in front of her friends... Look like a regular girl to her acquaintances. What if they clock me as a pervert right away? What if my first impression sticks as some careless slut...?
Messages bypassing Yeji. Calling me a whore, demanding I spread my legs. They know my name, my school, my age—I couldn’t say no. They’d snap pics like crazy, and unlike with Yeji, they’d blast online in seconds.
Or maybe grope me on the sly without her noticing. Like those sexual assault stories from drinking parties on the news. Hands sneaking under the table, in shadows—fingering my dripping pussy till it’s exposed.
Even if Yeji catches on, it’s not her shame... She’d just grin and say, “Go ahead.”
Then they’d get bolder, kneading my tits right in front of her. By then, everyone knows I’m a freak who dressed like this on purpose—I couldn’t refuse, just take it.
Rumors would explode across campus. Even my department finds out. Guys groping me in class, girls sneering and pointing...
How would I even go to school? How... how?
“Hey, what the hell? You coming or not?”
“...Ah! Coming right now!”
Yeji snaps me out of my spiraling fantasies. I shake my head clear— she’s already way ahead at the elevator. I jog to catch up, dress fluttering. Cool air hits my soaked slit, sending fresh chills.
“Ugh, you fucking slut. Watch yourself.”
“Hehe...”
She saw everything, furrows her brow, and brushes the hem clean.
“I know exactly what gets you off, but careful in front of people. I can’t shield you from everything.”
“Y-Yes...”
“A little slip-up’s fine. They won’t spread rumors or anything. But if they start acting blatant? You’re on your own. Shit hits the fan, I’m outta here.”
No matter how harsh or bossy Yeji gets, I can feel the worry underneath. That’s why she warns me like this.
But unnie... I wasn’t planning anything today anyway. Don’t worry. Nothing’ll happen.
On the first floor, next to the student cafeteria, there’s a small room. She says they use it for group orders like this. I nod, and only then does she push the door open.
Inside: several wooden brown tables clustered together. Two guys sitting there, chatting away. They spot Yeji and wave right away.
“Sis, this your roommate?”
One tall guy, one a bit shorter. Ordinary faces—the kind you’d pass on the street and forget in a second.
They stare at me with open curiosity. Every gaze on my bare shoulders, my drenched thighs—it sends prickling chills racing up my body.
That’s when it really hits me. I’m standing here in front of guys wearing just this thin dress.