22. Roommate 5 (6)
The night landscape at the start of summer is surprisingly rowdy, with chilly air clinging to my skin. The chirping of crickets from the hillside mixes with the faint sounds leaking from the dormitory building, making it feel like I'm in the midst of an invisible crowd—bustling and crowded. Every time the cold night breeze brushes my body like a scolding, my limbs tremble involuntarily.
...Maybe it's just me getting excited and feeling cold. Logically, the temperature this time of year isn't chilly at all. But since I'm not acting logically myself, it somehow suits me perfectly.
A short distance away, I can clearly see the white smoke exhaled by people smoking cigarettes. I stand still in front of the student council room on the second floor of the dorm—its lights off now—scanning my surroundings. Beyond the silver railing that can't even cover my body, I see various people coming and going. They all seem to be returning to the dorm after heading home for the weekend.
But me... I'm out here completely naked right in front of this busy path...
The only thing I have to barely cover myself with is this one black garbage bag that reeks disgustingly. Even in this dangerous situation, my pussy just quivers with electric pleasure.
If I get caught... the rumors will spread instantly. "Some girl from the women's dorm walks around naked," and it'll circulate through the entire dorm until everyone knows, no exceptions.
And yet... even in this terrifying spot, my heart pounds solely with anticipation and excitement. The razor-thin thrill feels so damn good. I wouldn't even mind getting caught.
If everyone really found out, school life would get tough... But imagining everyone—acquaintances and strangers alike—whispering about me with contemptuous glares, frowning and pointing fingers as I walk through campus... it makes my lewd juices flow nonstop.
Droplets trail down my thighs, touching my slippers and creating a weird sensation underfoot. It hasn't gotten soaked enough to make a real sound yet, but if it keeps dripping like this, it'll start squeaking soon. Then I won't even be able to run...
The feeling of being cornered with no escape grows stronger, aching in my chest. This sense of impending doom—just one slip away from total ruin—heats my body more and more.
Is there really any other idiot like me? I could just go to school normally, meet a nice guy, date, get good grades, land a good job, and live a smooth life without major hurdles...
Yet here I am, shoving myself into risks that could flush that bright future down the toilet. The edge-of-your-seat tension feels so incredibly good. I call myself stupid, but my mind fills up like a bitch in heat anyway. No, worse than an animal.
Ever since coming to school, I've been doing nothing but these pervy things for a whole month. Animals go into heat periodically... but I've been a horny slut nonstop. Even if someone spots me and rumors spread that I'm a total pervert across campus, I have no excuse. My thighs are drenched like someone dumped a bucket of water on them—how the hell do you explain that? Ridiculous.
I shake off my tangled thoughts. Since I'm already out here... I want to focus on the lewd stuff.
I can't just stand in front of the railing forever or I'll get caught, so I step back a bit toward the interior. If I follow the dorm's back clearing all the way, I'll reach the parking lot, and next to it is the trash collection area. I just need to dump this stinking bag Yeji tossed me there and head back—that's it.
I've never thought it was far before, but walking there like this... I have no idea how to even go about it.
Still... standing still won't end this. And no one passes through here, so the tension's starting to fade. Worried my excitement will cool off, I hurry my steps.
With each step, the garbage bag in my hand sways, rustling loudly. My heart thumps at the thought of someone hearing it and coming to check. It's usually empty, but weird noises might draw curious people.
The moment I step into the back clearing, a black shadow catches my eye in the darkness. Amid the pitch-black trees stands what is unmistakably a human figure.
Huh... g-got caught?
My heart drops; I hurriedly lift the garbage bag to cover myself. But it can't shield my whole body—just barely my chest area.
My pale skin will stand out hugely in the dark, so I prioritize covering the top instead of the bottom. But that choice leaves my smooth, hairless pussy completely exposed without a shred of cover.
In this vulnerable spot where I can't hide everything, my heart races, and warm liquid trickles down my thighs.
The figure emerging from between the trees is a man wearing a full-face motorcycle helmet. The helmet is clearly fixed on me. It feels like our gazes lock, even without visible eyes.
Ah... I totally forgot. The delivery guy was standing by the window earlier, so of course I'd run into him coming out here...
This is way more dangerous than just being spotted naked. The fact that this guy knows I'm stripped bare and followed me—and no one else knows—makes it far more dizzying than exposing myself alone.
All my senses sharpen to a razor's edge; I can barely breathe. I feel like prey standing before a predator.
I vividly recall the feel of his rough leather gloves on my chest. The stinging sensation each time was perfect stimulation for a pervert like me.
The delivery guy, trudging toward me, stops a little ways off. He stands motionless, gaze locked on me like he wants to keep watching.
It's humiliating. Not just showing him once before through the window—now we're face-to-face. Shame makes my legs tremble.
I can't run. In this wide-open space, he'd catch me easily even if I bolted, and since he's a delivery guy, he knows exactly which room I'm in. Fleeing's pointless. Plus, I have zero excuses.
What does he think of me now? Not just some girl playing naughty naked in her room, but a total pervert who strips and comes outside on purpose. Or maybe an even sluttier whore.
If that's what he thinks anyway...
I slowly lower the garbage bag shielding my body. As it drops to my side, my breasts are fully bared before his eyes. The soft curves and stiffly erect nipples gleam clearly even in the dark.
At that moment, I distinctly hear him gulp in surprise.
Embarrassing and mortifying... but it feels so good. Showing this much means doing even lewder things won't make a difference either way. My pounding heart urges me on.
"G-go ahead... l-look all you want..."
With a trembling voice, I make my honest demand to the man. Don't look away. I'll show you every perverted inch of me without hiding, so ogle me with that sticky gaze.
I catch him nodding slightly. A small laugh escapes me at the timid motion, so unlike his burly build. If he tried to rape me, I couldn't run or resist... yet he grants my request so easily.
Or maybe not. He might watch his fill and then act on his desires. But even then, I couldn't do a thing. All I'd have is offering up my nearly 20 years of precious virginity for one moment of pleasure.
Thoughts like that make me feel incredibly good. I wouldn't mind him doing whatever right now—it wouldn't feel unpleasant at all.
Following the heartbeat of tension—or anticipation?—I start moving my feet bit by bit. Heavy footsteps, much weightier than mine, begin trailing behind me. Each one cements the feeling that I've become an utterly indescribable pervert.
Out naked with a guy following me... That immoral thrill makes my lewd juices flow.
Fortunately—or disappointingly—no one else crosses our path, and we reach the trash area safely. Unlike the noisy entrance side, it's eerily quiet and pitch-black here. Not a single light on at the dump.
In the end, the only one who's seen my slutty state is the delivery guy.
I carefully set the garbage bag between the piles and turn to go, when I spot him standing there with his phone out. Wasn't there before...
I'm frozen in an awkward half-turn, unsure what to do, when he approaches and whispers close.
"Can I take a photo?"