Roommate 4 (4)
“Hey, what’re you doing?”
“Uh! Uh yeah! This thing just won’t come undone!”
Tae-min tossed out a puzzled comment from the side, and Jong-woo jumped like he’d been shocked. He couldn’t exactly admit he’d been staring at the chest of a girl he’d just met today. If he got caught, it’d leave a weird impression. It’s not like just looking was a big deal. The more he looked, the better it felt… If things got really risky, unnie would have my back anyway, so peeking was fine. I whispered those words I’d never say out loud in my mind. I didn’t have the guts to voice them for real either—worried I’d come off as a pervert too. They were people I’d just met today, after all. People I’d have to keep seeing.
“Dude, if it won’t open, just rip it.”
Tae-min snatched the bag, impatient with Jong-woo’s fumbling. The loosely tied bag tore right open with that one yank. The sweet, spicy aroma of seasoned chicken flooded the room. Jong-woo sat back down with a dazed look on his face. Even when Tae-min poured him some cola in a paper cup next to him, he couldn’t line it up right and just spilled it everywhere. Seeing him so flustered over just a quick glimpse of one breast made me burst out laughing without thinking. I’d done way riskier things outside plenty of times. But of course, Jong-woo had no idea.
Unnie and Tae-min started chatting about this and that as they dug into the chicken. Jong-woo acted like there was no chicken left in his head anymore. Honestly, chicken wasn’t even on my mind anymore either. My head was filled with something way more thrilling. Every time I reached for a piece, I leaned forward nice and slow. Glances slipped through the loose neckline of my baggy dress. Each one sent a ticklish shiver rippling over my skin. Haah… I’m showing it off on purpose. Showing my breasts, nipples stiff and perky—putting it all on display just for them to ogle. Please look more. Stare all sticky and lewd if you want. Feast your eyes. Even in my mind, polite speech bubbled up naturally. It turned me on more than casual talk, so I kept it formal on purpose. …Like I’ve turned into a toy. Degrading myself.
I’m a pervert slut who gets off on flashing her body in public. Please look. Don’t worry about anything—just stare. I don’t care about first impressions. As long as it feels good.
I could feel the wetness starting between my legs, trickling down my skin and soaking the chair. My pussy kept leaking slutty juices to mark the wooden seat with my filthy scent. I felt every gaze brushing my breast tips. Jong-woo picked at the fried batter, trying to look normal, but his eyes rubbed over my chest, zeroing in on my rock-hard nipples. The second he spotted them, his head snapped up. Our eyes locked over the chicken between us.
“W-what?”
I stared right at him, forcing an innocent, puzzled expression like nothing was up. My face wasn’t red, was it? My cheeks felt a little flushed, but I couldn’t be sure. All I could do was hope I didn’t look too weird.
“N-nothing…”
His head dropped right back to the chicken. What was Jong-woo thinking right now…? He must’ve seen my nipples standing at attention. Did he figure out I was doing this on purpose? Or maybe later, hanging with friends, he’d brag: There was this girl from whatever department, and I saw her tits. They were peeking through her clothes like an idiot, and she just kept flashing them without noticing. Would he think I was a pervert? A weird slut, a loose bitch? Even if he didn’t now, if the story spread among friends, he’d end up believing it. And then guys might start lurking around just to sneak peeks at my chest or legs. Haa… My head’s spinning from the rising thrill. That thought made it sound so good… I wanted to show more. Especially with unnie here, when it felt safe. I glanced at Yeji unnie, and she met my eyes with a sly grin, her lips moving silently. Her mouth formed one word without a sound. Pervert. She insulted me where no one could hear or see, and it felt so good my insides clenched tight.
I leaned back against the wooden chair, relaxing my shoulders a bit. It looked casual from the outside, but this pose was a special one my excited brain had cooked up. As my shoulders dropped with the loose front, the thin straps of my dress slid down my shoulders. If I leaned forward now, with the neckline even slacker, my full, perky breasts would spill right out. My outfit had gotten that loose—all on purpose. My choice, my intent. These were unnie’s friends; I’d see them around a lot from now on. And here I was on day one, doing this. Just to flash my tits in front of people. Sacrificing my first impression for that thrill. Honestly, if it felt this good, I could keep doing stuff like this. They were just acquaintances one step removed—not that dangerous. If shit really hit the fan, I could always avoid them later. But for now, I wasn’t planning anything that extreme. Nothing had gone wrong yet. Unnie had my back.
I didn’t fix my baggy clothes or act like I’d noticed anything—just munched on the chicken in my hand like an oblivious idiot. Haa, feels so good. Those sneaky glances thinking I won’t catch them… the ticklish thrill building up… loosening my clothes on the sly… all of it’s electric. I leaned forward again. I felt my breasts sway in the air. The loose hem floated free, brushing the table and hiding just below my belly. Yeah, hide the bottom—show them everything up top. Holding a piece of seasoned chicken, I shook my chest as I sat back up. My movement must’ve looked weird, because Tae-min’s head turned my way—and his gaze locked in place. His chat with unnie trailed off into awkward silence, but Yeji unnie just raised an eyebrow at me and smirked. The conversation fizzled out naturally, leaving quiet. Everyone in the room was staring at me. The two guys with curious, flustered faces; unnie with that contemptuous glint, egging me on. I shouldn’t be doing this… But it feels too damn good. The thrill of doing what I shouldn’t… it’s intoxicating. Excitement flooded my body, my head turning pink. Every gaze touching my skin felt perfect.
“Ah.”
Right then, the seasoned chicken slipped from my hand and tumbled down my dress. It happened in a flash. My grip had gone slack from the arousal. The still-warm chicken dragged its sticky sauce from my chest down through my bunched-up crotch to my thigh, leaving a thick trail before hitting the floor. In other words, the one piece of clothing I had on—from head to toe—was absolutely drenched in sauce. At least it wasn’t scalding hot.
“Ugh, what the hell, you idiot bitch.”
The quiet atmosphere shattered. Yeji unnie shot up and grabbed a huge wad of wet wipes. Thank god for the wipes—at least I could clean it off now. But instead of handing them over, she pinned my arms and started scrubbing my dress hard. From top to bottom, her forceful strokes yanked the loose fabric down, down. Even just sitting there, my soft tits threatened to pop out completely as she kept wiping lower.
“U-unnie…”
“Shh, hold still!”
Even with the guys’ eyes bulging at me—at my chest—as I called for her, unnie’s hands didn’t stop. Pretending to fix her clumsy little sister’s mess, she kept exposing my breasts. Every time her wipe gripped the fabric, my stiff nipples peeked out before vanishing again. Hng… Feels good being shown off. Wasn’t planning this… but someone else exposing me like this… it’s even better… Jong-woo and Tae-min didn’t even notice me looking—their eyes were glued to my pale breasts, unblinking, like they were burning the sight into their brains.
“Ugh, of all things, seasoned chicken—won’t come clean.”
After yanking at my dress forever, unnie finally let go of my arms. Now I could finally cover up. But I didn’t bother fixing it. Adjusting now would scream I knew my tits had been out and I hadn’t stopped her—so I played dumb. Totally clueless. The dress was all twisted from the pulling, my upper breasts fully exposed, nipples barely hidden… and I just sat there.
“Wouldn’t it be better to rinse it off in the bathroom sink?”
“Oh yeah! There’s one right nearby.”
Tae-min suggested it, and Jong-woo chimed in. They hadn’t said a word while my chest was on display, but now they piped up like they cared. I took it at face value. They didn’t know, but I’d loved them just watching. If they’d tried covering me mid-show, I might’ve been disappointed. Because I’m a pervert who loves this shit. Today’s events wouldn’t wash out of my head, stains or no stains. …Maybe not from Jong-woo and Tae-min’s heads either.