Roommate 5 (1)
“Ugh……”
I finally stagger into the dormitory room after climbing that steep, endless hill to school, and some weird groan escapes me without thinking. It's only going to get hotter soon, but I'm already drenched in sweat and exhausted—what the hell am I going to do later? The back of my sweater, where my bag strap dug in, is sticky with sweat against the knit fabric. I collapse onto the entryway floor without even taking off my shoes. Every time my skin peels away from the floorboards, it makes this gross smack sound.
“Eek.”
I need to shower quick and crash on the bed. It's so damn hot. I can unpack later, no big deal. I didn't bring back any food—just stuffed the clothes I took into the bag, so it's fine.
It doesn't take long to strip off all my sweat-soaked clothes and go full naked. Just like at the theater this morning, I fling them off wildly, and in seconds, my sticky skin is completely exposed.
Oh, the curtains aren't drawn... Yeji must've left without closing them. Through the wide-open window, I can clearly see the trees swaying in the breeze outside. At this rate, everyone out there can see right in... Even if I wiped myself off, it was just a hasty job with toilet paper in the theater. There's still plenty of those white streaks from all the cum I couldn't wash off, smeared thick in my crotch. That lewd sight that looks just like dried semen... it might all be visible. My heart starts pounding wildly.
What if someone from school catches me like this? How bad would the rumors get? Everyone in the dorm has nothing better to do than gossip... Not just naked, but filthy with dried pussy juices—they might really start calling me a slut.
But... even so... I don't want to close the curtains... Yeji's not here anyway, so even after I shower, I want to leave it open for anyone outside to see. Those secret, shameful parts that should stay hidden... I want to show them all. A pink thrill bubbles up from deep inside me. The naughty thought that I don't want to behave and shower properly—that I want to do something lewd again—starts taking over my mind.
This is the end room, so no one should be peeking this far in. Who wanders around the dorm courtyard on a weekend afternoon anyway? See? No one's out there right now. So... it'll be fine. It'd be a little risky if I got caught, but as long as I don't... Or I could shower clean and just flash my smooth skin. Not this messy body covered in white crusts, but a pristine one—maybe they'd just think I'm some careless girl who showers without closing the curtains. No weird rumors then. At worst, some guy at a drinking party brags about seeing me naked. Or uses it as jerk-off material. Remembering my hairless pussy and those perky, teardrop tits, stroking his cock up and down alone in an empty bathroom. That... would be so hot. Knowing someone got excited looking at me... it makes my breath quicken, my lewd juices threatening to leak out. If that really happened, it'd feel amazing.
The guy at the playground last time had that tiny, soft baby dick, but I want someone to get rock-hard huge over me for real. Haa... Just imagining it has fresh droplets smearing between my filthy thighs. I'm such a pervert... Wanting strangers to see my naked body and get turned on by it. No normal girl would think like that. B-but isn't this just normal for a pervert like me? Who else would have thoughts like these? A stinging self-loathing pierces my chest. Oh, right... I'm the kind of pervert who even thinks that.
I stand in the narrow space right by the bathroom door next to the entrance, curtains wide open so anyone outside can see straight in. No one's actually here with me right now, but if someone passes by the window, they'd see everything. Making such filthy fantasies in a spot this dangerous... it's so vulgar.
I hurry into the bathroom. Once I'm inside where no one can peek, my ragged breaths burst out. That's when I realize how breathless I'd been. I was so turned on I couldn't even breathe properly... I'm turning into more of a pervert every day. Is this okay? What if I start doing even riskier stuff? I might get caught doing something irreversible and end up in real trouble.
...But it feels so good. Just the fantasies alone are thrilling and arousing. It makes me happy. I don't think I can live without this anymore. Lewd daydreams are great, flashing my tits or pussy outside is amazing. I know I shouldn't... but I love it.
I douse my head with cold water to drown out the dirty thoughts. This can't go on. It's too trashy. No matter how good it feels, I can't do stuff risky enough to get caught. Like my pussy juices washing away down the drain, I pour cold water over my head, hoping to flush out my filthy mind.
My teeth chatter and clack together from the icy water. Even in early summer, showering in this is no joke.
“Ack...!”
I quickly twist the lever the other way. I wanted to snap out of it, but not this much. Ha... I'm such an idiot. My body that keeps dragging me into danger, my brain that dumps ice water to fight it—both feel so stupid. Self-disgust creeps up. Why go this far over something like this?
I lather up a shower towel and scrub my dirty body meticulously. The pure white foam wraps around me like it's embracing my spotless skin. How long do I wash like that? The lewd stains finally rinse away, and my reflection starts clearing in the foggy mirror—when suddenly, a loud noise jolts me.
A clang, the metal door swings open, followed by footsteps entering. Wh-who? No one should be coming at this hour.
“Unnie? Is that you, unnie?”
My shout echoes loud enough to reach outside, but silence settles quietly around me. The outside noises cut off instantly, and the stillness fills the space like something alive. The quiet presses down on the air, and unease blooms deep in my chest.
Not unnie, then. Who is it? Did someone sneak into the room? Just as the anxiety turns to shivers, a voice comes from outside.
“That you showering?”
Of course, it's Yeji unnie's voice. Haa, why scare me like that and reply so late? I calm my pounding, startled heart.
“You scared me, unnie.”
“Had my earbuds in.”
I hear rustling outside as she unpacks. Amid that, the pouring water pounds my ears. The natural sounds of someone there chase away the silence naturally. Relieved, I rinse off the white foam—then it hits me. Oh, I didn't bring anything in because I didn't expect unnie back. My towel to dry off is out there, and all my fresh clothes are in the wardrobe outside.
I'd left the curtains open hoping some stranger might pass by the window, pretending not to notice so I could flash them naked... I hadn't planned on someone definitely being in the room. But that could be fun too. A stranger outside staring in shock with weird eyes is great, but showing off to Yeji, who knows me well... that's not bad either.
I rinse off the last of the soap suds and shake my hands vigorously to fling off as much water as possible. Then, with my wet hands, I crack open the bathroom door and peek out just my face.
Far off by the bed, Yeji unnie is unpacking her bag from home, pondering whether to stash the snacks in the drawer or leave them out. She has no idea what I'm thinking.
“Um, unnie, I forgot to grab a towel when I came in... Mind if I just come out like this?”
But the moment she hears me, her expression twists into a playful smirk as she looks my way.
“I don't care. But you sure you're okay with that?”
We both know the curtains by the window are wide open. And yet she's asking. If I'll still come out. Even though someone outside might see... She's not offering to bring the towel, asking if this—coming out myself—is what I want. All in one loaded question.
Haa, I nod slightly, pretending I have no clue.
“We're both girls, what's the big deal...?”
I swing the bathroom door fully open and step out slowly. With the curtains open, anyone outside can watch me clearly, and there's definitely someone in the room to inspect me up close. Water streams down my curves and patters onto the floorboards. In that subtle silence we both know about but no one mentions, the only sound is the dripping water.