Roommate 5 (3)
“U-um, Unnie……”
I’m like this, you know? Stark naked, my thighs drenched in sticky fluid—anyone who sees me would know I’m a total slut. How am I supposed to go out like this? You were obviously going to take it for me, right?
Instead of the neat words I’d rehearsed in my head, all that came out was a trembling whimper.
“I-I can’t……”
What I’d imagined was standing quietly behind Yeji Unnie while she got the food, maybe far enough that the delivery guy wouldn’t notice my naked body—or even if he did, keeping a safe distance to flash myself discreetly. I never dreamed I’d have to step out in front of him like this.
No matter how much I love slutty thrills and risky games…… this isn’t just thrilling. This is real danger. I’d actually have to show my body to a guy, Unnie.
I look up at her with shaky eyes, but Yeji Unnie just gazes down at me and bursts into mocking laughter. She crosses her arms, staring me down coldly as she recites her judgment.
“You’re hilarious. When have you played way more dangerously than this, and now you’re acting up? What’s so dangerous about this? Isn’t this tamer than your usual shit?”
Her cynical sneer makes my chest tighten like a vise.
“You’re worse than a whore—a filthy rag. The delivery guy dragged his ass all the way up here. Shouldn’t he at least get an eyeful, huh?”
“I-I’m scared……”
“Think about it. What would he think if he saw you standing there buck naked? Not like you just stepped out of the shower—he’d spot that soaked pussy between your legs right away. What would that guy think of you then?”
Obvious, right? He’d first assume it was a mistake, but once he saw my dripping slit, he’d double-take at my face in shock. Then he’d peg me as a total pervert—a girl who waits for strangers just to flash her naked body and get off on it. He might even remember the address from today’s delivery. And who knows, he could start thinking I’m not some normal girl, but a slut anyone can grope at will, reaching out to touch me. Since I was already naked, I couldn’t even protest……
His eyes would mix utter contempt and raw lust as he stared me down.
My heart, pounding in terror at first, shifts to an excited thump-thump-thump. I can feel it in my body too. Just imagining that pathetic sight and reaction has me reacting already. My head still screams fear…… but my face is flushing hot.
“Hngh!”
My aroused hips twitch involuntarily. A glistening trail drips all the way to the floor far below.
“See? Doesn’t that sound fun?”
Yeji Unnie’s hand strokes my breast like a man writhing with desire. Each brush of her cool fingers sends shivers racing through me.
“O-okay…… I’ll try it.”
Only then does she nod in satisfaction, looking at me like an obedient puppy…… but it’s still better than her earlier icy glare.
My steps toward the door tremble violently. My feet shuffle forward unsteadily. With every quivering step closer to the entrance, my lower belly throbs like a drum.
Even though Unnie ordered it, I’m the one walking out to bare myself. Usually, I’d flirt with danger for that rush of freedom, but now there’s no freedom—just suffocating tension squeezing my heart.
What would he say if I really faced a guy like this? Any normal girl would hate even thinking about the pitiful stares I’d get. Who the hell takes a delivery naked? It’s pathetic and humiliating……
So why is my heart racing like this? Amid the tension, a faint anticipation blooms clear as day. No—honestly, I’m looking forward to it more than I expected. Being embarrassed…… feels so good.
Before I know it, my bare feet are on the cold entryway tiles. Cool outside air whistles through the door crack, carrying the slick sound of my arousal.
Just one door away from the real outside…… where people walk around fully clothed, and here I am, naked. Stupid. But it feels good. Why the hell am I standing here like an idiot? I could just turn back and get dressed. But…… this excitement.
My hand, covering my pussy without thinking, is soaked in clear fluid. Look at me, dripping like this. I feel like such a stupid, worthless slut…… and it feels so good. A tingling pleasure spreads through my whole body—not the blinding kind that whites out my vision, but a subtle thrill flowing everywhere, pure bliss.
The hand on my chest starts kneading my breast on instinct—just as heavy footsteps approach from outside.
“Hoo, huu……”
Thudding, hurried steps. Not the light patter of a girl from the same floor, nor the leisurely pace of the dorm guard on patrol. This has to be…… the delivery guy.
The realization makes my slutty hole clench tight. Am I really, really going out like this in front of him? A girl shouldn’t do that. I shouldn’t show my naked body to just anyone……
But the delicious tremor and anticipation won’t fade.
……I want to show him. Honestly, I want to show everything. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have done all those slutty things outside from the start. Riding the bus in that skimpy, ragged skirt on the edge; flashing under it where no one knows; letting Unnie lift my hem whenever she feels like it—all of it turns me on. Imagining being the kind of loose girl whose naked body anyone can glimpse through a window, the kind who can’t resist no matter who gropes her…… it soaks my pussy.
At home, I was the good girl who loved naughty stuff but still went to school diligently and took care of my siblings. ……But really, I’m that good person, and yet getting treated like a worthless slut, struggling with pervy urges—it feels so good. Pathetic, embarrassing, shameful……
Those contemptuous looks and scowls aimed at me crush me to the dirt, but it all twists into delicious taboo thrill, making me so fucking aroused. Every time my moral compass screams “you shouldn’t” and my self-respect crumbles with “this isn’t me,” it feels incredible.
So when the light knock—like a fist tapping down—rings out, I fling the door wide open. No timid hand reaching out, no hiding my body—I throw it open with my own hands.
“Huh.”
The man in the motorcycle helmet flinches visibly. Even without seeing his face, his sharp intake of breath screams shock.
“T-tteokbokki……?”
“Y-yeah.”
The plastic bag he hands over bulges with a huge container—I need both hands to hold it. Not that I planned to cover up anyway…… but now my perky nipples and dripping pussy are completely exposed, nothing hidden.
His helmet bobs up and down slightly, and each time, a dizzying sensation floods my body. Better than I imagined—way better.
The delivery guy doesn’t leave after handing it over. He just stands there, staring down at me. Through the opaque visor, his sticky gaze crawls over me, making every spot it touches tingle while threads of clear fluid leak from my pussy.
Since I’m not covering anything, he can ogle it all at his leisure. I can’t stop my hips from quivering.
“You into this kinda thing normally?”
I shouldn’t answer…… He knows where I live. He knows what school I go to, what dorm room. Admitting I’m a pervert out loud to someone like that would be disastrous. My current look screams it already, sure…… but there’s a world of difference between him assuming and me confessing.
Saying it would make it real danger…… Up till now, no one knew I was a perv, so no one peeked through my window. But if someone who knows me finds out, they might actually start peeking.
……I want him to look. The thought fills my head: I want him peeking at my body whenever he wants, even when I don’t know.
I nod shyly, just a little. Too embarrassing to speak…… No, if I open my mouth, a moan might slip out—I can’t.
“Holy shit……”
His voice drips with sleazy awe as he reaches out toward me. I can’t move a finger. Just his touch on my nipple would make me cum—it’d feel so good—I just watch.
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