21. Movie Theater 2 (5)
Fortunately, the hallway is empty. If I'd run into someone while opening the theater door, there would've been no way to escape, but luckily, nothing like that happens.
Stupid. If I thought it was dangerous, I should've just turned right back and put on my clothes. So why the hell am I out here naked? And between my legs, it's drenched—whoever sees me will know I'm a total pervert in heat...
Being caught naked is already the worst kind of pervert for a woman, but coming out here slathered in my own slutty juices all over my body? What do you think you're doing? Trying to turn into a filthy rag like Yeji said? Are you insane?
A scolding voice keeps echoing in my head, blaming me. But even so, I can't stop my feet from moving down this brightly lit hallway. My nipples, rock-hard from excitement, sway gently in the air, and lewd fluids drip onto the floor with every step... Leaving traces of myself behind, I inch forward bit by bit.
Unlike the dark theater, the bright lights in this corridor expose every inch of me without mercy. My flawless, pale skin on full display, nothing covering it... Breasts and pussy that any woman should hide, completely bare as I swing my arms wide and stomp along. The obscene liquid leaking from between my legs? I don't even think to wipe it away—I'm not embarrassed at all.
I know my face is burning bright red... But I still can't bring myself to cover my body or face. No matter what I hide, I'll look like a pervert anyway. So I don't hide a thing. I flaunt it proudly. Th-that said, I can't help but hunch my shoulders a little.
The tension and immorality drain all my courage to puff out my chest. You might ask what kind of guts it takes to parade through a public space like this, but... Some emotion I don't understand is forcing my body to shrink. Maybe it's shame and embarrassment... Even if it's my own feelings, I can't make sense of them.
I just accept them as they come—the tension turning into secret thrill, the pleasure hitting me full force. Just imagining being seen sends electric jolts through my lower belly. These dangerous acts feel so good, so satisfying. The razor-thin thrill of maybe-maybe-not getting caught excites me like nothing else.
That's why, even as my fingertips tremble from the nerves, I can't stop. "Huuu..." I deliberately let out a long sigh, take a deep breath, and scan around.
Deeper in the hallway, there are entrances to other theaters; the opposite end opens wide to the lobby. But no matter where I look, no bathroom. Huh? Where do I even go? No way...
I inch my legs carefully toward the lobby side, making no sound. Every glimpse of the lobby makes my tongue dry up. There was a staff member checking tickets at this entrance earlier, but now, thankfully, no one's there—just a red rope barrier.
A little farther, and I'll be fully visible... I've crept right up to the edge where my body might just barely stay hidden. If there's no bathroom in the hallway, it has to be on the other side of the lobby.
I poke my head out cautiously and look around. Luckily, no one in sight. I stand on tiptoe at this imaginary line where my body would show if I cross it, stretching as far as I can. It won't hide me, but I have to check the bathroom's location.
This is an old standalone theater—no big building or mall like modern ones. Just past the glass doors in the lobby, it's straight outside... From where I'm standing, I can clearly see the sunlit street, brighter than the fluorescent lights inside.
Ah... If I can see out, they can see in. If someone opens those doors right now... I'll be caught red-handed... Standing naked in the middle of this hallway, despised, scolded, photographed, rumors spreading...
Yesterday I barely escaped notice on the bus... And today, I go and flash everything in a movie theater. This is really dangerous. My chest tightens with tension. It feels like I'm about to commit something irreversibly awful.
The immorality squeezes my lower belly tight. And every time, my bladder urges me on. A little more, and it won't be pussy juice spilling out—it'll be bright yellow piss.
I-I need the bathroom... But it's on the opposite side of the lobby, past the front doors. That spot's in plain view of anyone at the counter. I can't go back like this, can't go forward either. What do I do...?
"Eungh..." Should I call for staff help? No, you're crazy! You're naked—who are you gonna call? But if I stay like this, I might... piss myself...
Even a pervert who gets off on walking naked outside doesn't want to abandon basic human dignity. Pissing myself in public wouldn't be thrilling—it'd just be a black mark I'd kick the blankets over in shame.
I have to go. No choice. Feeling my heart pounding like it might break, I can't turn back. It'll be fine... I won't get caught. It'll be okay. No problem.
From here, I can't see the counter. No idea if staff's there or not. Better to assume someone is and sneak accordingly. Even if the path past the entrance and counter to the bathroom door is wide open with nowhere to hide...
If I dash in quick, they won't see. Just get there before anyone hears. I step boldly over the imaginary line.
But if there's even one person in the lobby, can I really avoid getting caught? I only checked from this angle. What if someone's outside my field of view? Sudden anxiety freezes me.
Just thinking of being caught floods me with humiliation. It's mortifying, utterly shameful... And yet, amid it all, I'm excited. Plus, I'm already in a spot where my whole body could be seen. I've crossed the line—everything's on display.
Thankfully, still no one... But there I stand, naked in the wide-open lobby. A first-time sense of liberation washes over me. Standing bare in a busy public space in broad daylight like this—it's never happened before.
Even in the dorm, I timed it for when no one was around; everything else was sneaky nighttime fun. But now, no hiding spots, no empty night hours.
Ah... This is really dangerous... But it feels so good...
I must be a pervert to get turned on in a situation this scary. Otherwise, why would exposing myself outside feel this amazing? ...Yeah. I'm a pervert...
Since it's come to this... Just look. Go ahead, stare all you want. Come right through that glass door and check me out. I know you can see in from out there. Just turn your head—this pervert's right here. Don't you wanna see...?
Ah, yeah. Take pictures too, it's fine. My thigh got snapped on the bus already anyway. And Yeji took that unforgivable one of me as a person. Use the pics to jerk off to. I'm so turned on right now. Point and curse at me while you do. Call me a stupid bitch.
I'm wandering naked in a movie theater I've never even been to before. Walked out without knowing where the bathroom was. Just like Yeji said, parading around like a filthy slut... Call me a dumb bitch and slap me. I love getting hit on the tits or cheeks. I even masturbated to the bruises.
Ah, the counter... Lost in pouring out filthy thoughts in my head, the counter where I got my ticket earlier comes into view. A long one doubling as a snack bar. No staff there now, just like before.
So the lobby's empty too—no one to see me. I-I didn't get caught... I start to sigh in relief, but something sticks in my chest, suffocating.
Is it disappointment that no one's here? Or just nerves? I can't tell. Like a bitch in heat, even more slutty juice drips from me as I scan the counter. I peer into every corner, hoping a hiding staffer might pop out.
But no—of course not. Alone in this wide-open lobby... a public spot swarming with people just minutes ago. And it feels so good. Would've been even better if someone was here...
A pang of regret hits me out of nowhere. ......I end up wanting to get caught.