21. Movie Theater 2 (6)

Of course, there was no one inside the bathroom either. Not a single soul stirred while I finished my business, tore off a wad of tissue, and meticulously wiped myself clean from my legs all the way up. After flushing away my waste and washing my hands, my reflection in the mirror looked utterly alien. Standing there completely naked in this public restroom felt like I'd transformed into some heinous pervert.

Now how am I supposed to get back...? Do I have to cross that huge lobby again? But I can't be sure it's still empty without a single employee around. If I step out right now and lock eyes with one... that'd be disaster. If they find out I came all the way here naked... I don't even know what would happen.

"Hnnngh...!" Just imagining it sent a thrilling, dizzying shiver through me, my lower belly clenching tight. Anyone who saw me would think I'm a filthy slut... And honestly, I look the part—it's not like it'd be undeserved. I'm still a virgin who hasn't even slept with a guy, yet here I am, getting treated like a slut. That pathetic fantasy only excited me more.

I crept slowly toward the bathroom door. My silhouette blurred faintly against the frosted glass. I couldn't see clearly if anyone was on the other side, but the door was designed to at least distinguish if a person was there or not. If someone was waiting... they'd see a silhouette completely filled with bare skin. The kind that makes you question if I'm even wearing clothes at all.

Imagining someone spotting me... my heart pounded relentlessly. Stripping naked in crowded spaces and indulging in lewd fantasies was starting to feel good. I was getting scared that soon, even if someone was watching, I'd just naturally strip anyway.

I shook off the sudden anxiety and cracked the door open just a sliver. Peeking out with only my face exposed to avoid showing my body, I scanned the outside. I could only see a limited angle, but it seemed empty. As I eased my body out bit by bit, the bright lobby lights poured over my skin.

My completely bare body. Parts that anyone—man or woman—should cover in shame, and I hadn't hidden a single one. No one was watching me right now, but just being in the lobby like this made my lower belly quiver. Every breath felt stifled somewhere deep inside. My lungs, filled with tension and thrill, felt broken somehow.

Yet my pussy and breasts were hypersensitive, and with every step, I felt them jiggling up and down. Standing naked in the lobby—not even a hallway... If I got caught like this, I'd look like some head-case pervert slut. Haaa... A single drop of water trailed down my freshly wiped thigh, leaving a long streak.

I'm such a real pervert... Unlike before, this time I crossed the lobby straight through the middle. Previously, I'd at least hugged the edges, but now I walked slowly right toward the theater entrance without any cover. If even one person was in the corner of the lobby... I was striding openly through a wide-open space with nothing to hide behind.

With every step, the tension flooding my body turned into dizzying pleasure, tingling every peripheral nerve. My toes, my fingertips... my nipples quivering at the tips. It feels so good... Standing here so dangerously feels so good... I feel my lips curving into a smile without meaning to.

I can't help it. Once you taste this dizzying rush even once... you can't help it.

The lobby walls were lined with posters larger than life-size, framed like banners. Each movie had one massive poster filling the space—probably designed that way so they're visible from afar. This wall seemed strategically placed to draw eyes naturally from anywhere in the lobby.

...Which means standing in front of it puts me in the most eye-catching spot in the entire lobby—naked. A delicious thrill shot through my whole body. Lewd juices leaked from my untouched hole, dripping onto the floor in obscene drops, leaving traces of my perversion.

"Nnh...!" An empty lobby where people normally swarm—the most dangerous spot. Standing here bare-ass naked... it felt incredibly good. And this spot was intentionally designed like a stage to focus attention. Every ragged breath sent thrilling shivers crisscrossing my body, my heart racing wildly, my mind going blank... I couldn't think of anything else.

This place is too dangerous... An employee could appear at the counter any second, or someone could push through the door. Even I, who's lived here forever, never thought to enter this rundown old theater until today... But beyond those glass doors, people were definitely walking around. With the terminal right in front, foot traffic couldn't be low.

I need to hurry back and get dressed. Forcing my trembling legs—shaking from excitement and fear—I entered the hallway leading to the screening room. Narrower and more confining than before... but nowhere near as risky or thrilling as the lobby. Coming in here makes me feel a bit safer. Technically, it's still public, but no one passes through unless a movie's ending or starting. Not wide-open either—much safer.

What if I run into an employee here? Facing one of the staff while looking this shameful. Would they call the cops? Or maybe reach out while staring at my embarrassing state. Then I'd kneel and apologize. Press my knees tight to this filthy floor, bow my head deep. "I'm sorry for being such a pervert..." Then... what would happen? Would they really make me apologize with my body like in porn? Or ignore my desperate plea and call all the staff? "Show every employee here what a pervert you are!" If they yelled that... what would become of me?

Just imagining it was miserable and horrifying. And yet my body was soaking in that destructive fantasy. My breaths grew ragged, my heart thumped wildly, and clear evidence of my excitement soaked my thighs. Standing in this empty hallway, lost in such awful delusions.

Stupid... In reality, I'd run. No pervert would stick around exposing themselves instead of fleeing. As those fantasies dragged on, I suddenly spotted the door to the screening room where I'd stripped naked. There are definitely people behind this heavy door. The lobby and counter were empty, but not here.

I have to walk right through them trusting only the darkness. My reality was as dizzying as my fantasies. I'd done it once before... But what if a bright scene flashes on the screen while I'm walking? No way to cover up on the stairs. Even the faint lights would let them see my pale skin, just like I could. Same if the door opens to a lit scene.

I couldn't control the screen—whether I get caught or slip back safely hung on that. ...I was risking everything, yet I controlled nothing. My body trembled in this doomed situation. Getting caught would be utterly humiliating... But my body twisted anticipation into arousal, arousal into breathless excitement. My lower belly throbbed.

I couldn't stay still. ...Let's go. I'm going. Right in like this... show them everything. Gripping the heavy door handle, I twisted and nudged it open with my body. Once it cracked, my momentum carried me inside. People were in here, but my body wouldn't stop.

Squeezing through the narrow gap, my stiff nipples scraped lightly against the metal door. "Nh, hnnngh...!" An unbearable jolt of stimulation made a moan slip out. I clamped my hand over my mouth as pleasure surged through me, pussy squirting softly between my legs. Luckily, the screen blared with noise right then, and it was the same dark scene as when I left.

I almost got caught... If it'd been quiet, I would've been done for. The door's right under the screen—no escaping those stares, exposed to everyone... That was really close...

Even with my legs shaking uncontrollably, I had to hurry back to my seat. But I lacked the courage to run. Instead, I walked slowly up the aisle, trying to blend into the dark naturally. Fortunately, aside from the guy in the very back row, no one sat near the stairs. If I could just slip under the seats from behind, no problem.

Suppressing the rational urge to rush, I took slow steps up. Each time I stretched my leg for the next stair, my pussy felt like it gaped wide open. If someone were beside a seat... they'd see everything. My hole, my lewd hole, all of it... Even in this danger, my body was steadily arousing itself. No—maybe because of it.

My hazy mind got me back to my seat in no time. Snapping to, I was sitting naked in my spot. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Did I crawl properly on all fours in front of the back-row guy...? I couldn't be sure. No memory—just that it felt insanely good. So dangerous, if caught I'd be ruined...

"Hnnngh...! Mmm, haah... uhnngh!" Tiny moans escaped between my clenched teeth. My hips bucked as lewd juices kept soaking my thighs and the seat. It feels good... This thrill of possibly getting caught... I love it. My mind felt broken with pleasure.