23. Dormitory 2 (2)
The slick mucosa touching my fingertips is startlingly hot. Before I can even get used to the warm sensation—like, is a human body supposed to feel this hot?—just the light brush of my hand unleashes an intense wave of pleasure.
Standing in front of the camera, I strip off my clothes with my own hands. They crumple in a heap at my feet, and even though someone might be watching from outside, I don't cover anything. I breathe out hot, ragged gasps.
I spread my legs wide so the emotionless camera staring at me can see everything clearly. My hand blocks my most private spot, so it won't capture it all... but anyone watching would know exactly what I'm doing. No need for imagination—they'd figure it out in an instant from how wide I spread my legs.
What if this video falls into someone else's hands? I still haven't gotten those photos Yeji unnie took before, and if this video got out too... rumors might really spread. My face isn't covered at all, and the room, the view out the window—everything's in frame. It wouldn't be hard to figure out who I am. Plus, whoever has this video would know exactly who I am. No way they wouldn't. So isn't what I'm doing right now basically handing over my weakness, my leash, on a silver platter...?
"Hngh, huuaaaang!"
The thought hits that peak, and a fierce pleasure surges through my body. My fingers speed up in response. It's not just the gushing slickness—my skin's flushing red, stinging as I rub up and down relentlessly. The little folds and nub caught in between feel like they're screaming.
...If that scream is a dizzying ecstasy, then maybe they are screaming. The sensation crashes over me so intensely that the thought flickers through my mind.
I absolutely can't let anyone see this. It's no different from offering up my leash. But... even so... somewhere deep down, a sly anticipation peeks out.
Yeji unnie would love it, or even showing it to a total stranger... letting them see this pathetic, lewd mess of me. It'd feel so good. Even if they looked down at me with contempt, pointed fingers, or turned away in disgust... it'd hurt so much... and feel so good.
If a guy found out, like those times I've been caught outside, he might reach out without asking. Grope my breasts, pinch, bite—no matter what, I wouldn't resist. If he barked at me to spread my legs, I couldn't even run. With this video as blackmail, I'd have to obey. It'd be terrifying, humiliating... and yet, that very thought fills me with anticipation. I'm craving it.
"Hngh, hnguut...!"
A chilling pleasure keeps invading my body, like it's being tainted by filthy trash, slowly changing something inside me bit by bit.
Back then, just this kind of light fantasy would've made me cum. But now, even though it feels good, something's missing. I've got the window open, standing naked, rubbing my pussy with a camera that can capture it all—and still, I can't reach the end.
Haa, why? Why is this happening? It feels so good... but something's lacking. Hngh...
No matter how hard I squeeze my breasts or rub around my clit, it just builds pleasure without satisfaction. I know I'd get there eventually if I kept going... but this won't cut it. It's not enough.
The breeze from outside hits my sweat-slick back, and suddenly I know what's missing. Not this safe, empty room... I need the outside.
That thrill where someone might show up any second, heart pounding, tension coiling tight. I want to go out. But it's still lunchtime—people might be around... I don't want to get caught and dragged off right now. A shred of reason holds me back.
I glance at the clock on the wall. Class time's approaching. Lunch isn't over yet, but it's time to head to the lecture hall. Most people should've cleared out. No one around.
The faint fear taking root gets shoved aside by scorching excitement heating my whole body. This should be fine... just a tiny bit out, just a little. Up to the elevator? No, not that far. Right outside the door. It's barely any distance from inside the room.
At most five meters. Just a few steps sideways. This is nothing. Anyone could do it. My head rationalizes it, but my heart pounds anyway. Because it's not nothing.
No matter how close, a shared hallway and my private room are worlds apart. Filming myself stepping out naked? No sane girl would think that. But... even so... my pervert side can't help getting excited.
My drenched thighs glisten under the fluorescent lights. The normal dry skin next to them doesn't shine at all—only my secret spot, soaked and reflecting light. The camera captures it all crystal clear. Proof that I'm a pervert, proof that just imagining going out gets me excited—it's all on record.
If anyone found this, it'd be disaster. So I shouldn't do it in the first place... shouldn't make this video. But still, I'm stepping toward the door.
In the camera frame, I draw closer. My skin tone fills the screen. This close, my stiff nipples are impossible to hide.
Embarrassing... but it feels good.
I grab the tripod leg and slide it between my legs. The phone screen shows my soaked, swollen lewd folds in sharp detail.
Haa, even filming this? I'm such a crazy slut. My face is all caught too—if this gets out... nooo... but honestly, it feels good. I never knew doing something a girl shouldn't could feel this amazing.
Every time my pussy fills the screen, a taboo thrill gnaws at my heart. It feels so good... so I press the phone against my pussy and step forward.
With each spread of my legs, the lewd folds part on screen, dripping obscene juices. The lens catches it all, unfiltered.
The thought to stop doesn't even cross my mind. I know I shouldn't get caught... but I can't stop. No— I don't want to stop. How could I stop something this good?
Barefoot, I step into the entryway. Sand and dust underfoot feel gross. The tiles are colder than expected. Summer's coming, but my hot body makes them feel icy.
The chill tiles and grime annoy me... and that only heightens the thrill. What I'm about to do feels so pervy—like standing in the middle of a trash heap last time, turning myself into a worthless pervert... it's electric.
Slow but without hesitation, I turn the handle. The heavy metal door yields only when I push with my whole body. No one around—the cold air raises goosebumps. The hallway... is empty.
Perfect timing. Everyone's in class, just me in the dorm. If someone else lives here with no class... I'd be screwed if they caught me. But my feet won't stop.
I stand in the middle of the hallway, cold air hitting my naked body. I set the phone on the floor, angled to capture the surroundings so anyone can see what I'm doing at a glance.
Huu... I'm really out here. The camera's filming me outside. This isn't just playing around anymore. Now, running away won't end it. There's undeniable proof of everything—what I've done, naked in the hall.
I turn my back to the hallway and face the camera. Someone could come out from behind me any second... but I deliberately don't look. Not knowing feels better, like inside the room. It's more thrilling...
The moment I strike the pose, even without touching, pleasure throbs deep. Lewd juices trickle down my thighs, nipples tingling. Getting off on this? Pleasure from danger—what am I doing?
I feel like a cheap, worthless pervert, but I can't stop. Now, I think I can cum satisfyingly.
"Hnguut! Huuung...! Mnghk, mm... hngh...!"
As expected, out here, every touch is dizzying ecstasy. Pinching my tingling nipples hard sends fierce pleasure shooting through. Spreading my pussy wide and scraping around my clit makes my hips shudder uncontrollably.
Like a bitch in heat, I moan in the empty hallway. My pussy spasms, gushing slick down my fingers. Dizzying, violent pleasure fills me.
Suddenly, my vision whites out.
"Uwaaaang! Haaaa! Aaaah! Uuuuaaaaah!"
My voice echoes down the hall. Loud enough for anyone in their rooms to know—unmistakable moans. I shouldn't get caught since I'm sneaking... but that thought vanishes from my head.
Can't think. Just trembling through the spasms, riding the waves of pleasure crashing over me—it's all I can handle.
Masturbating in front of the camera... feels so good. I love this...
My hazy mind reaches that conclusion.
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