Roommate 5 (4)
The delivery guy's outstretched hand clutches my breast. The rough leather glove stings.
"Nhg...!"
But the dizzying pleasure overwhelms the pain. My hot breath mingles in the air with his ragged breathing filtering through the helmet. A stranger is groping my body at will. It hurts, and when he squeezes so hard it really hurts... but it feels so damn good. With my hands bound behind me because I had to receive the food, this situation where the man kneads my breasts every which way is just too perfect. I can't fidget or squirm, no escape route... I'm willingly offering my body, even admitting I'm a pervert, and in return, I'm drowning in ecstasy. For something so trivial, how many dangerous things have I done? My dazed mind can't string the thoughts together.
I'm just filled with blissful sensation everywhere. Now the delivery guy's hand stretches downward. One hand still gripping my breast, the other reaching for my pussy, soaked in lewd juices. If that rough leather glove stimulates my sensitive spot... it'll hurt like hell. But it'll still feel amazing. Suddenly, the delivery guy jerks his head up. His hand freezes in midair. He's locking eyes with someone behind me.
Ah, sister... Right, I'm not alone in the room—Yeji's here too.
"T-Tteokbokki! E-Enjoy!"
In that instant, the delivery guy vanishes from sight. Like he'd snapped out of a trance, he yanks his hands off me and flees. The thudding footsteps echo dully down the hallway, fading away. But the rough stimulation lingering on my breast doesn't fade—it tickles my body with delicious pleasure.
"You're fucking hilarious. You actually did it just to order this?"
Replacing the vanished delivery guy, Yeji sneers at me standing exposed in the empty hallway. Her gaze is filled with undisguisable contempt and superiority.
"Haa! Aaah! Hnnghaaah! Aaaah! Haaang!"
Seeing that shatters me. My waist trembles violently. Intense pleasure surges through my entire body. My slutty hole gushes lewd juices in spurts. Every inch of me—arms, legs, the very person called Im Ha-yoon—swells with ecstasy under that gaze treating me like trash. A hazy sensation that my body isn't mine anymore floods my head. Even as the tteokbokki slips from my quivering limbs and hits the floor, I don't notice. I just revel in the convulsing spasms. Overwhelming pleasure fills me to bursting, forcing loud moans from my lips. My strength drains away from the relentless bliss tormenting my body, and I slump onto the cold tile floor. My freshly washed body rubs against the filthy dust pit.
The feeling of sinking all the way to the bottom without stopping is so sinfully depraved... it feels incredible.
"Perverted bitch, you like it that much? Cumming your brains out while showing everything to a stranger. You're such a filthy slut."
Yes, yes... it felt so good.
"Doesn't it make you hate yourself? If I were you, I'd die of shame."
"Hic!"
Yeji's muttered words make me hiccup involuntarily. Being called out so bluntly is embarrassing. Even hiding my face with my hair can't shield me from her contemptuous stare.
"I-I feel self-loathing and shame... hic, but it feels that good..."
The cold tile pressing against the inner cheeks of my ass, getting my address and face exposed to a stranger... sister's scornful gaze—everything feels so good. Yeji scoffs in disbelief at my answer, then grabs the food bag and turns away. Even that curt dismissal, refusing me the tiniest scrap of attention, doesn't feel bad at all.
...The faint ache deep in my chest feels good too. With no help at all, I barely haul my still-shuddering body upright. Yeji's already spread the food out on the floor by her bed and taken a bite. She nods in satisfaction, then looks up at me.
"Hey, slut, come eat this."
The tteokbokki spread before her steams invitingly, the red sauce gleaming. Long rice cakes plump with broth shine slickly, boiled eggs and fish cakes peeking between them. A generous topping of white cheese has melted just right, practically begging to be devoured. It's tteokbokki perfection.
But here I stand before it, my precious body caked in filth. Freshly showered and now drenched in lewd juices, dusted with grime on top—I'm a dirty, shameful mess even to my own eyes. Compared to Yeji, properly dressed and enjoying her meal... I look worlds apart. Do I even deserve to eat something like that? Am I allowed in the clean room like this? The thoughts bubble up naturally. And Yeji's face twists like she's staring at something truly repulsive, even if she doesn't say it.
"Hey, aren't you grateful? I'm buying for a filthy bitch like you."
"Y-Yes... thank you, sister..."
Degrading words slip naturally from Yeji's lips. She never used to say stuff like that... but lately, her language has gotten harsher. Still, right now, I am a filthy mess by any measure. Getting groped by a stranger, cumming from sister's contempt—what else could I be but a dirty slut? So I can't complain...
...And it feels so fucking good. Every belittling word from her twists my chest, sending prickling pleasure tingling through me. They're insults, pure contempt... but agreeing with them makes my pussy twitch.
I kneel demurely before her. If more dirt sticks to me from the floor... I'll clean it later. My pussy keeps leaking anyway—wiping now is pointless. Normally, you'd shower and get dressed right after... but I don't want to shower yet. I want to stay in this filthy state a bit longer. The curtains are open, that precarious thrill of someone maybe peeking in... I want to savor it more.
Yeji's facing away toward the window, so I have no choice but to sit at an angle where my whole body is fully visible. The room's so bright that anyone poking their head past the window could see everything. My heart pounds, nipples stiff and stabbing the air. I deliberately sit cross-legged before the tteokbokki. My legs naturally splay wide, exposing my hairless bare pussy completely. Not just to Yeji right in front of me, but to anyone peeking from the window—utterly shameless.
Hoo... so embarrassing. Every time Yeji furrows her brow, scanning my body with displeasure and disdain, excitement surges through me. I reach for the tteokbokki following her gesture, but then I hear a rustle outside the window. Not hard brick footsteps, but soft grass crunching, carrying over the glass.
Someone's really here. Just look in, and they'll see everything. My breath catches in throat-clenching tension... and faint anticipation. My heart thuds wildly. Fresh juices well up between my dust-caked thighs, washing away the grime. Even sitting, I feel the hot liquid trickling down my skin vividly.
Yeji seems oblivious, back turned—must not have noticed... So, no need for me to scream or act startled...
R-Right...?
A familiar motorcycle helmet peeks just below the window, but I keep my eyes down, fixed on the tteokbokki. Without a word, I resume what I was doing. I stretch my arms out, leaning forward to bridge the gap. My soft breasts sway and slap against my ribs in the air, but I don't grab or cover them. Sister already knows what a pervert I am, and that stranger outside must have figured it out too...
I arch my back, thrusting my breasts forward fully. Yeji's cynical gaze raking my body feels sharp and good, but the faint, lust-filled stare brushing me sends electric thrills. My whole body shivers like every inch is an erogenous zone. My face and entire body flush red with shame—I can see it myself—but I have zero urge to cover up.
Haa, showing a guy everything... Doing something this crazy. I must be insane.
...Insanely good. I can definitely feel a puddle of slutty juices forming under my ass. Yeji notices too—her face, relaxed from the tasty tteokbokki, sours instantly.
"Ugh, fuck. What the hell did I do to deserve eating with a slut like you?"