22. Roommate 5 (2)
“Aigoo.” Yeji shook her head with a small sigh as she looked at me. She didn’t say it out loud, but I knew exactly what she was thinking. That pervert slut… pulling some weird shit again. Something like that.
Curtains wide open, someone else in the room, and here I was exposing every single intimate part of my body without covering a thing. Just that alone had my emotions boiling over.
The dorm room had three drawers under the bed and one narrow closet. The closet was so tiny you could barely hang a couple of winter clothes in it, so all the towels went in the drawers under the bed. Which meant… to dry off, I had to walk right up to Yeji—who was sorting her stuff in front of the bed—and pull one out.
I took slow steps. Very, very slow. Water droplets trailed down my hair and skin, leaving little spots on the floor. One step. Another. Until I stopped just close enough to touch her if I stretched out my arm.
Haa… her eyes are on me. Her eyebrow twitched slightly at my blatant display, like I was showing off with nothing hidden.
“What, now you’re just strolling around naked like it’s no big deal? Not embarrassed at all?”
With the window open and someone watching my body? Of course I was embarrassed. Mortified. …But that shame feels so good. Every gaze gets me excited. I swallowed hard, forcing down the words bubbling up to my throat, tickling it. If I said that out loud, it’d cross the line—even for a pervert like me. How could I even utter something like that? All I managed was a small smile toward Yeji.
I bent down to grab a towel from the drawer under the bed. As I leaned forward, my breasts swung free in the air, slapping wetly against my body. The sound was so lewd… chap chap, echoing obscenely because of my slick skin.
I wiped the water from my body, but no matter how much I rubbed between my legs, it stayed damp. Every bit of it was right there in Yeji’s view.
…Perverted. My body got off on showing this to another woman… so stupid. But honestly, it felt amazing…
It was just drying off after a shower, something totally routine. But neither Yeji nor I saw it that way. Curtains flung wide, naked body on full display—how could that be everyday normal?
Yeji watched me with a smirk tugging at her lips, like it was all pathetic. The look on her face said she was just waiting to see how far I’d go.
I finished drying off and draped the damp towel over the laundry bin. The whole time, I never once covered myself with my hands or the towel.
…I wanted to stay naked just a little longer. Savor that thrill a bit more…
But I couldn’t anymore. Body dry, yet standing buck naked in a room with someone else? Too weird, even if we both knew it wasn’t normal… Pushing it that far felt off.
I let out a heavy sigh and reached for the closet door when Yeji spoke up from behind me.
“Why not just stay naked?”
“Huh?”
She made the offer I secretly craved—but one that sounded insane on the surface.
“You’re a pervert who loves wandering around naked anyway. A slut like you being stark naked in the room? Not weird at all, right?”
She couldn’t possibly mean that. The mocking intent shone through her face, no effort to hide it. Transparent as hell. She just wanted to see me make a ridiculous fool of myself. Humiliate me. No other way to read it.
Anyone peeking in from outside would think it was bizarre—who wouldn’t? Yeji wasn’t dumb enough to miss that, yet here she was with that sneering grin, dangling the bait. No one would buy it as innocent.
…I know that.
But…
My hand obediently closed the closet door.
“Sh-should I…?”
Pretending I didn’t get it, I let out a silly hehe and turned back around, completely naked like it was nothing. Transparent fluid dripped in beads down my inner thighs, but I accepted her contempt-laced, mocking demand with eager compliance.
Whatever Yeji was thinking… I wasn’t clueless, and it felt good anyway…
And honestly, she wouldn’t make me do anything truly bad.
…
My heart pounded wildly. No special reason, no set end time, curtains wide open so anyone outside could see right in. The sheer wrongness of standing here alone, naked…
It made my heart race.
“Hey, Ha-yoon.”
“Y-yeah…?”
“You hungry?”
Her little sister stood right in front of her, not a stitch on, lewd juices dripping—yet Yeji asked in the most casual tone, like it was nothing.
“What do you wanna order?”
…Her lip’s twitching a bit now that I look.
“…Wh-what kind?”
“Anything. Something quick. Sound good?”
She tapped her phone like she knew I wouldn’t say no.
“Tteokbokki? It’s from that place nearby—should be here in ten minutes.”
“O-okay…”
Her intentions were crystal clear. What she was setting me up for, what she was thinking… That playful, twisted smirk gave it all away.
But… it’s gonna be so fun. So thrilling.
The safest place—the dorm room—and here I was, utterly bare and defenseless… It’s insanely exciting.
What would the delivery guy think, seeing a woman naked behind Yeji when he hands over the food? Pussy glistening transparently wet. He’d figure out my pervert kink in a heartbeat.
Haa… just thinking about it gets me hot.
I drifted closer to the window, body burning hotter than before. It didn’t even feel like my own anymore—like someone was puppeteering me. Legs moved as I wanted, arms too, but my hazy mind made it feel off.
Getting kinda hot in here. I glanced at Yeji—she was sorting her stuff, not even looking my way, totally casual.
Am I the only one…?
Suddenly, my reflection stared back from the curtainless window like a mirror.
Huu… Lights on inside, so anyone outside gets a full show. Outside’s pitch black—nothing visible. Some random guy could be standing right there, and I’d never know.
Yet here I stood, nothing covered. My perky nipples asserted themselves boldly in the smooth glass reflection—thick ones the size of a slim pinky finger, impossible to ignore.
I shouldn’t. Not at school… If I get caught, weird rumors everywhere. But I’m just standing here, exposed. What if everyone outside sees? Any way to play this off?
No clue what I was thinking. It just felt good. Risky, window-side, body on display—pure bliss.
Breath shallow from excitement, breasts heaving, nipples jiggling in the glass… all of it electric.
When I first got to the dorm, even standing naked by the window alone had me tense. Now? Not hard at all. Guess I’ve done dirtier things since.
Back then, bright outside views made me fidgety even solo. Now with Yeji here, dark evening where I can’t tell if anyone’s out there? Zero fear.
Just dizzying thrill and immorality racing up my spine.
The old fears—what if I’m caught? Ruined by rumors?—melted away before the pleasure, no trace left.
Even I thought I’d gone full crazy slut. Anything that feels good is fine—that’s the pervert I’d become.
Can’t now, but later? Daring, risky stuff. Anticipation swelled inside, heart thumping at the fantasy.
Lost in a daze by the window, Yeji called from behind. She’d apparently finished the call, phone away from her ear.
“Hey, pervert. Delivery’s almost here.”
Her lip curled upward unsteadily. A smile, sure—but cold, cynical, nowhere near warm.
“You get it.”
That sneering, crushing gaze—or was it pity?—froze me cold between the legs.