Roommate 5 (5)
“Hey, if you're leaking like that even while eating, how the hell do you manage your daily life?”
Yeji's eyes flicked up and down, glaring down at me with clear disgust.
Normally, I don't get this wet out of nowhere. I always have dirty thoughts, sure, but not to this extent. Right now, it's because there's a stranger beyond the window... the delivery guy watching me... That's why it feels so good, why I'm soaking.
My mind raced with all the excuses I should make, but all that escaped my lips was a faint moan.
Someone's staring at my naked body, watching me... That feeling of being despised under their gaze... It's so thrilling I can't say a word.
Exposing my most private parts without hiding a thing feels amazing, and her sharp words stabbing into my heart like knives turn me on so much.
I don't know why, but... being looked down on like this, eyed like some disgusting freak... It feels incredible.
Torment me more... That thought starts creeping into my head.
Smack!
“Hngh!”
Sudden burning pain spread across my left breast. I looked up to see Yeji biting her lip slightly, glaring at me.
“Why aren't you answering? Do I look like a joke to you? You think I'm easy because I always help with your pervert shit?”
“N-no...”
This hurts... but it feels good too. Not just pain—waves of pleasure blooming fuzzy and warm from where she hit.
I love this so much...
“Do you even realize the shit you're doing is the kind of slutty, trashy crap no normal person would even dream of? That it's that kind of shit? Huh?”
“Hng!”
Every word she spat with that condescending glare twisted my hips a little more. My overheated body writhed on its own, driven by the surging pleasure.
Yeji was right about everything. No normal person would play those risky games on intercity buses or in theaters. Even if they had a lover and liked kinky stuff, they wouldn't push it as far as I do...
And thinking about it, just getting slapped—my precious breasts as a woman treated so mercilessly—yet here I was panting from how good it felt. No normal person would do that.
Chewing over her words made it crystal clear how disgustingly perverted I was. Usually, I just flowed with the pleasure, but looking back now, it was all so obscenely slutty.
I... I've been doing total slut shit. Stuff no normal person would even think of, let alone try.
That realization made her contemptuous words feel spot on.
“Y-yeah... You're right, unnie. I'm just a slutty bitch like you said.”
Hearing my own words hit my ears was totally different from just thinking them or hearing someone else say it. It crushed me with raw reality... like I'd truly become that person.
“Pretending to be normal and all that, but yeah, figures. Good thing you know it.”
Yeji nodded like it finally made sense, then grinned at me.
“That look suits you perfectly. How about sticking to it from now on?”
Her gaze—pure, unadulterated scorn—sent electric thrills through me. I shouldn't follow her words, running around covered in filth and naked would definitely get me sick, but I wanted to obey anyway.
I want to show this dirty, slutty body to others.
That thought filled my head as my dazed, fogged reason watched my head nod on its own. My body felt distant, like it wasn't mine anymore—hazy and dreamy.
Even then, the electric pleasure surging through me and the lust-filled stare from outside the window prickled my skin so sensitively.
“Trash bitch.”
Every time I moved, Yeji's gaze seemed to cool even further. I was just answering honestly, hiding nothing... What didn't she like? I had no idea, so I brushed it off as my imagination.
She dropped her chopsticks with a clack, appetite gone, and shot up from her seat. She yanked the trash bag liner from the bin and silently tied it shut tight.
I stared blankly, not understanding a thing. But Yeji didn't glance my way once, like she couldn't care less if I was curious.
“U-unnie... What are you doing all of a sudden?”
If Yeji turned her head just a bit, she'd see the guy by the window. Getting caught wouldn't be the end of the world for me, but my heart pounded anyway.
For me, it'd just end with some contempt like “You like showing your naked body to guys that much?” But that delivery guy was peeking into a girls' dorm—he could be in real trouble—yet he kept his helmet-shaded eyes fixed on me, no intention of hiding.
Just sending thick stares at my private parts. My body shivered under that sticky gaze clinging to my skin.
Meanwhile, Yeji finished tying the bag and suddenly hurled it at me. It bumped my chest and fell between my legs. A weird stench hit my nose.
The foul smell choked me, but I had no clue what she meant by giving it to me, so I just stared down at the bag.
“Hey, you're killing my appetite, so get out. Go throw that away.”
A faint sense of superiority curled her smirking lips. The intent was crystal clear: interrupting a delicious meal to order me—naked and filthy—to do it.
You're trash. Disgusting. What a joke.
Going out like this risked getting caught big time. She didn't know about the delivery guy outside, but sending me out at this hour when people were still up... She wanted to see me get exposed and humiliated.
Just shoving me out into danger for her own amusement...
I saw through it all, yet my chest filled not with anger, but blatant anticipation. My heart wouldn't stop racing. Heat boiled somewhere deep inside, breaths turning shallow and quick.
Every time my sweaty palms touched the bag, the plastic rustled against me.
My body... it's definitely expecting this, just like she said.
I'll run into that guy if I go out. He'll follow me, the one who came all the way to the window... But I want to bare myself to that sticky gaze.
Pulling my sticky skin—slick with nervous sweat and juices—from the floor made a wet sound. It was embarrassing, proof of my perversion, making my lower belly squirm.
“O-okay... I'll go throw it out quick.”
As I stood like I was really going, Yeji's face naturally scrunched in disgust. Seeing her recoil after ordering it herself made it hit home how dangerous this was.
Actually, it's even riskier than what she ordered... I know that guy's waiting for me outside, but I'm still going.
But... showing my private parts to a stranger feels so damn good... Too good to resist.
Lips pressed thin, expression blank, she stared down at me as I slipped into my slippers, leaving her behind.
At the door, my heart thundered. Tension choked me, palms drenched in sweat—like my thighs now slick with juices dripping down from sheer excitement.
I'm really doing this. Not even late enough for everyone to be asleep... People are still up...
Going outside naked. What the hell am I doing? Even if Yeji told me to, I shouldn't... It's seriously dangerous. If I get caught, the rumors...
...Honestly, I'm too excited to say no. It'll feel amazing out there. Sneaking to the trash bins, leaving slutty trails of my juices dripping everywhere...
Hnngh.
Just imagining it nearly made me cum. But it'd be a waste to go off on something so minor...
“U-unnie. I'll be right back...”
Yeji glared with contemptuous disbelief. Under that gaze, the thick metal door creaked open with a small metallic sound.
...And swung wide.
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