23. Dormitory 2 (1)
Last night, while messing around outside, I realized something. Exposing my secret spots in public feels amazing, but leaving proof of it—undeniable evidence that I'm a total pervert—is thrilling in a whole different way. Once that evidence exists, even if I try to go back to being a normal girl, attending classes and working a job like nothing happened, it'll always be there as clear proof of my filthy deeds. A normal girl would never even think to take those photos... Just the existence of the pictures themselves would expose what a pervert I am, regardless of what's in them.
It's so hot.... The mere thought makes my heart pound and a deep, sensual heat floods my body, warming me from head to toe.
That's why I bought something new. Last time in the gym, figuring out where to prop up my phone for videos was a hassle, and getting the angle right was impossible... So I ordered a mini tripod that can hold my phone. My allowance isn't exactly overflowing right now, but... for my hobby, this kind of investment is worth it.
...I don't have any other hobbies besides this dirty stuff anyway.
The second I got the delivery notification, I wolfed down lunch—or whatever passed for it—and rushed back to the room. I didn't just open the box; I tore it apart like a maniac until the contents were in my hands. A grin spread across my face without me even realizing it.
The mini tripod in my grip had sleek black metal legs that folded out into a triangle. The legs weren't long enough to stand on the floor by themselves, but it was perfect for setting on a surface to take photos.
Haa... It's just a normal object, but it feels so lewd. I want to try filming right now...
After lunch hour, the dorm should be empty, right? The student cafeteria is in the same building, but everyone has afternoon classes, so they'll head to the lecture halls. Yeah, that timing should work...
It's still daytime, but I don't have the patience to wait longer. I glanced at the wall clock—barely 12:30. Still so much time left...
What if I do it in the room? It's not time to go outside yet, but no one should come back now anyway. The idea popped into my head suddenly, but it didn't sound half bad.
Yeji unnie's out eating with friends and won't be back until classes end. Our engineering department is all guys except me, so no one's coming to the girls' dorm. Plus, right after lunch, there's a one-hour break with no class. I didn't time the delivery for today on purpose, but... what perfect timing.
Normally, I'd flop on the bed and laze around during this slot, but... unwinding with something naughty counts as relaxing, doesn't it? I smirked at my own self-justification.
I carefully set the phone mount near the room's entrance. To make up for the height, I dragged over the suitcase I brought from home—it fit perfectly.
The whole room is in frame...
My phone screen showed the entire room. Not quite wall-to-wall, but the open-curtained window and the two lived-in desks right below it were captured perfectly, down to every detail. Even the edge of the bed peeked out in front of the desks.
Anyone could tell this was a shared dorm room with a roommate. And if they lived in the same dorm, they could probably pinpoint the exact room from the view outside the window.
A completely unfiltered, blatant scene. And it's all being recorded.
Stepping into that angle made my breath catch. I'm dressed properly—not some half-naked slip of a dress over bare skin, but actual clothes for going out—yet just entering the camera's view squeezed my chest tight.
I know what I'm about to do. My heart's racing from the tension and anticipation...
It feels good. A faint excitement starts building inside me, lifting my mood. I like it so much that a smile creeps onto my face.
I lift my already curved lips even higher, giving a little smile toward whoever might watch this later through the camera.
No mask on my face, no effort to hide where I live... I'm ready to show everything.
It's not like I'm showing it to anyone else anyway, so this is fine. What's the big deal if my face is in it? ...I might not show it to anyone for real, but right now, I have no plans to, so it's okay.
I don't even know anymore. I just want to do it.
My fingertips brush the hem of my T-shirt, sliding it up. The rough fabric tickles my skin.
I'm wearing a simple white short-sleeved tee and thin skinny jeans—light, everyday clothes I throw on without thinking. If you stare hard, you might faintly make out the color of my underwear under the shirt, but it's not blatantly obvious. Normal summer wear.
The kind of outfit I secretly hoped might draw stares in class.
I slowly peel it off. Cool air brushes my back as I lift the shirt toward the camera, exposing everything without hiding a thing.
My black bra comes into view in an instant. With the window open behind me, someone outside might see it all. The thought flashes through my mind, and my heart starts pounding wildly.
Something squirms and tickles deep in my chest... I wish someone was watching.
I never imagined I'd think that, but lately, it doesn't feel so foreign. My heart beats faster and faster.
I fight the urge to glance back, squeezing my eyes shut. There might or might not be someone outside the window... but as long as I don't know, I can fantasize they're there and savor the thrill.
That makes it feel even better... Even though if there really was someone, I'd have to hide fast, I keep my eyes locked on the camera, refusing to turn.
The wide angle means no one passing by would notice, and unless they're right up against the phone, they couldn't tell. I know all that, but I deliberately don't look away.
I want it to feel even better...
The suffocating thrill and excitement are pure bliss. A dizzying sensation hovers on the edge of igniting.
Right. This isn't enough. Showing just my bra? No way.
Like I'm entranced, I unbutton my waistband and yank the skinny jeans down. My black panties, matching the bra, are exposed.
It's all captured crystal-clear on camera. Even with the breeze from outside, my whole body heats up.
On the tiny phone screen, I can see my face flushed bright red. It feels so good. This is what gets me—this hits the spot.
Just the gaze of an inanimate camera, and I can't stand it. My short, ragged breaths come out hot.
The emotions filling my head aren't just simple shame or arousal. The taboo guilt of I shouldn't be filming this, shattered by intense pleasure; the liberation of exposing my secret parts—they all mix into a dizzying rush flooding my body.
But the feeling dominating my mind is definitely happiness. How could something this good not be?
Before I know it, the crotch of my panties is soaked. Every gust from the window cools my overheated pussy deliciously.
This feels amazing too... Compared to the outside breeze, it's barely a whisper, but it teases my hole like crazy.
I can't take it—I want these off. My underwear feels too tight, too suffocating. It's making it hard to breathe.
I reach back, unhook my bra, and strip off my panties in one go. As they slide down, a transparent string trails from my pussy before snapping.
Only when the cool, dried arousal hits my skin do I realize it.
I'm standing naked in front of the camera.
Hnng! A sharp jolt of pleasure races up my spine and slams into my brain.
I shouldn't be doing this... But that's exactly why it feels so good...
Who might see this someday? I have no intention of showing anyone now, but the possibility that someone in the future could? That alone makes me insanely excited and happy.
...What would they think if they saw it? I hope they'd see me as an even bigger pervert.
That depraved thought hits me, and before I know it, my hand drifts between my legs.