19. Roommate 4 (3)
“Sis, is that your roommate next to you?”
“Yeah. Ha-yoon. We're splitting chicken today, right?”
“Of course. We already ordered a two-bird set.”
Yeji unnie and the guys chat away without a hint of awkwardness. We must've all started school on the same day, but how did they get this close already? It's like they planned it all out beforehand—brand names of chicken places I’ve never heard of fly back and forth.
“Oh, hi!”
“Hello.”
I give a small bow toward the guys, and they bow back in sync, mimicking me. I have no idea how to start a conversation, and the nightie fluttering against my thighs is driving me crazy—I can’t do a thing. Ugh… better just sit down quick. If I stand here like this, they might notice.
“Jeez, you guys are the same age, so drop the formal talk already. Just hearing those greetings is choking me out in the middle.”
“Oh, really? I figured since she’s your roommate, unnie, she’d be your age too. They stuck us all same-year guys together, though.”
“Nah, they mix it up regardless of majors. Age mismatches aren’t that weird.”
The tall guy leading the conversation with Yeji unnie speaks up. “Anyway, if unnie says we’re same-age, cool to go casual? I’m Choi Jong-woo, digital content major—same as you, unnie. This is Kim Tae-min.”
Tall one’s Jong-woo, smiley one’s Tae-min. I’ve gotta memorize them like this or I’ll screw up and forget. Even though he’s probably awkward like me, seeing Tae-min grinning so easily makes it less intimidating. Him taking the lead or just smiling without pressure—it all puts me at ease.
Both are freshmen in unnie’s major. Jong-woo lives in the dorm since he’s from far away, while Tae-min’s family home is close to campus. No real need to hang in the dorm this late, but chicken’s irresistible, he says with a bright laugh.
The more we talk, the more the vibe loosens up naturally. I forget I’m just in this short nightie over nothing, my body relaxing loose. They don’t seem like bad guys. Easy to chat with, no prying questions.
Lukewarm evening breeze drifts in through the open window. My body’s heated up, so even that feels cool brushing my bare legs. The more I lean back against the chair, the cooler my legs get. Made to wear freely in the room without anyone’s eyes on me, the nightie creeps up bit by bit.
I know it all, but I don’t fix it. No—if anything, I arch my back more to let it ride up just a little higher. Haa… they don’t seem bad, so this much should be fine. Under the table, no one’ll see anyway…
A razor-edge thrill builds from wearing just this thin nightie in front of guys I just met, legs splayed out.
How long do we chatter like that? Tae-min’s phone buzzes.
“Chicken’s here, probably.”
I start to stand too, but Yeji unnie presses my shoulder down.
“Two guys are enough, right? Ha-yoon and I’ll stay here.”
“Sure thing. Be right back.”
Tae-min and Jong-woo grab their phones and head out. They ordered, so shouldn’t we at least pick it up? But unnie seems to have other ideas. The look she gives me isn’t casual.
“Having fun?”
“Y-yeah? What do you mean…?”
Unnie’s cool fingers brush my bare thigh. The nightie’s snuck up without me noticing, dangerously exposing my thighs all the way. A chill runs through me as her cold fingertips graze near my crotch.
“Seemed like you’re enjoying flashing your legs at guys you just met.”
Their voices echo faintly from the open window outside. A cold chill crawls up my spine, like I’ve been caught doing something I shouldn’t. Unnie’s right there—she must’ve seen everything I was doing. How did I forget?Ugh… what must she think of me?
Sure enough, unnie’s gaze drips with mockery.
“You filthy slut.”
Her contemptuous whisper in my ear sends my heart pounding. My insides clench tight. Honestly? It doesn’t feel bad. Kinda exciting, even. Deep in her eyes, a sparkle glints like she’s amused. Outward scorn, but inside? She’s loving it. Maybe she really sees me as a toy. Watching how far I’ll go, what I’ll do when I’m humiliated.
…Then maybe I can savor this thrill just a little more? If I show her me squirming in shame right here… She’ll enjoy it. She said she’d help keep it from getting really dangerous. She’ll watch out for me. So just a bit more, just a tiny bit…
I hike the nightie hem higher, fully baring my thighs. No panties—thanks to unnie’s earlier order—so pale skin gleams instead. I yank out the skirt fabric I’d tucked under my bare ass too.
My crushed ass meets the chair’s cool air, but between my legs, it’s steamy and slick with moisture. I tuck the hiked hem neatly between my thighs. Now it won’t slip down without me holding it—taut around my waist. Sitting bare-assed on the chair with my skirt bunched at my hips? Anyone’d spot the no-panties look instantly.
Shame flickers through my head, but pleasure smothers it quick. I really did it. They’ll be back any second, and my whole ass is out. Side view? Nothing hidden. Sitting here like a total perv…
Waiting still for them to return, my heart hammers wildly. Unnie’s the only shield between me and the door. One slip behind me, and they see everything. First time meeting, no—even old friends shouldn’t see this. Coming out no-panties was bad enough; now this. No orders or force from unnie—all me. My choice to bare my secret spots. And it feels good. Satisfaction wells up from deep inside.
“Fun?”
Her gaze rakes me top to bottom, icy cold, laced with clear contempt.
“…Y-yeah.”
Fun? Way too fun. I love this pervy shit. Even your stare makes it feel so wrong and sinful—turns me on.
Unnie snorts through her nose and grabs my chest. Fingers clamp the taut nightie between my crotch and straps, tugging up inch by inch. The back of her cold hand grazes my breasts, but I say nothing. I stay silent, she ignores it—so it becomes no big deal.
The neckline loosens as she pulls. Fabric freed from my crotch bunches at my chest, gaping loose enough to peek right in. Bend over a little, and it’s all on display. No support on my breasts leaves them feeling oddly empty, awkward. This isn’t why I bought the nightie…
But my pounding heart cheers it on.
“This suits a perv like you, right?”
“Y-yeah…”
The moment I murmur agreement, the door swings open, letting in a whoosh of outside air.
“Chicken’s here!”
“Come on out, unnie.”
Jong-woo thunks the heavy chicken bag on the table. Tae-min holds two big cola bottles.
Luckily, both stand opposite me, unloading. They haven’t noticed my ass hanging out… Heart’s gonna burst. Mouth goes dry and thick. Greasy, mouthwatering chicken scent floods in—but right now, it barely registers. Every move they make across the table has me on edge. Slight angle shift, and my thighs, my ass—all exposed. No escape if caught. They know my name, major, room number. Way riskier than strangers. That sinful thrill… electrifies my whole body.
Jong-woo’s hands freeze mid-unpacking the bag with gusto. Tae-min, helping beside him, looks puzzled. But I know where Jong-woo’s eyes are locked. A woman’s body senses a man’s gaze—even oblivious, but with all my nerves tuned there? No missing it.
Straight on my chest, the loose nightie gaping open.
My heart races, face heats up. Beside me, Yeji unnie smiles silently.