25. Student Cafeteria 1 (1)
For days, my heart pounded relentlessly. Even on that short path between school and the dormitory, every time someone popped out from around a corner, my breath hitched, and I couldn't draw air. I knew there was no reason to be this tense, but I couldn't suppress the sudden surges of terror. The more I replayed the video, the more fear crowded my mind instead of excitement, leaving me utterly lost on what to do.
My actions from the past few days felt like they were strangling me. What a fool. The delivery guy, the bus, even the park—what the hell had I been doing, wandering around like that? How many people had I exposed myself to? Leaving campus was unthinkable. Even if Yeji unnie or my department friends suggested grabbing something tasty outside the Student Cafeteria, I had no confidence to walk down that downhill slope. Descending it felt like tumbling straight to rock bottom. The steep incline only made it feel more real.
Days dragged on like that, unable to breathe properly as I shuttled to and from school. Every moment demanded caution. A stranger's gaze lingering even slightly sent my heart plummeting, and the passing breeze itself seemed to condemn me.
Still, I couldn't delete the video. Every time I opened the gallery to erase it, my fingers trembled over the screen, unable to tap the icon. The thrill and massive rush I'd felt kept resurfacing... Deleting it felt like I'd never recapture that sensation...
I knew it was insane. What was I planning to do with such a dangerous clip? No matter how many times I watched, I couldn't identify the woman in the suit or the man who spotted me too late. The nighttime footage was too blurry to make out faces, yet I stared at it endlessly.
Closing the video left my face ashen with terror, but while watching, I drowned in shame and arousal, tormenting my holes and squirting lewd juices—nothing else mattered. Pathetic, but so good... Trembling in fear, days slipped by uneventfully.
It hit me then how strange humans are. We adapt to this? At first, each viewing felt like my chest would explode, breath impossible to catch. Now, the tremors and excitement had faded. The fear diluted too. The sense of impending disaster vanished, replaced by eerie calm, as if nothing had happened.
I should have felt relieved, like I could finally breathe... But more than that—a faint, sharper pang of regret over losing prime masturbation fuel.
Really, I'm such an idiot... I muttered inwardly, but the hollow emptiness lingered, refusing to fade.
My words echoed softly through the sparsely populated Student Cafeteria before vanishing.
Again... I want to film. Not something that dangerous—just pure thrill. Like with the delivery guy, where no one sees or catches me.
Idiot. Total idiot. But if I don't get caught, no shaking in terror. That was the stupid part, risking so much. Just don't do it again...
I shoved aside my half-eaten white tray and cautiously craned my neck, scanning the surroundings. Hardly anyone ate lunch this late. Just one guy behind me, glued to his phone while shoveling food nonstop, and far ahead, a woman with her back turned, eating.
Deep in the kitchen, the clatter of washing student trays after everyone else had eaten rang out noisily. With stacks like that, even the dishwasher would take ages to finish...
No one watching me. Just a tiny bit, enough not to get caught. Got it, Ha-yoon? No risks.
Self-scolding aside, I couldn't hide the faint thrill blooming deep inside. After days of shrinking away, my heart raced with anticipation again. The pounding I'd forgotten surged back.
My heart hammered, yet paradoxically, my fingertips moved with eerie calm. A choked tremor of excitement filled my throat and body.
"Just a little. Really just a little..." The whisper lingered like a spell to reassure myself.
But reason crossed the line into peril and pleasure once more, spells be damned.
I pushed the tray fully aside, grabbed the tissue dispenser on the table, and propped up my phone. No time to fetch the tripod hidden deep in my dorm closet. Besides, even in an empty cafeteria, a tripod on the table would look suspicious... This everyday prop felt safer now.
The phone tilted slightly, but it captured me fine. Facing the front camera, my face loomed large on screen. An awkward smile spread across it, my heart picking up speed.
I tapped lightly to start recording. Ding. The sound jolted my heart down my throat—louder than I'd imagined. In the quiet, it echoed through the whole Student Cafeteria.
Instinctively, I whipped my head around. But scanning again, no one cared about me. Their indifference felt oddly surreal... but a relief.
Just thirty minutes ago, the place brimmed with students grabbing meals; now, it was a silent void where no one spared a glance. Yet not totally empty or soundless—that was perfect...
The distant clank of dishes, the scrape of spoons on trays as others moved—they fueled my excitement like nothing else.
Only that tiny lens on the phone stared straight at me. Yeah, you're the only one watching. I'll show you something fun.
I slowly lifted the hem of my white t-shirt—the one I'd worn for lewd play a few times. My chest swelled slightly with ragged breaths, all captured on screen.
The thin fabric teased the outline of my bra as it rose higher. Fleshtone crept into the screen's lower edge.
Anyone could see this isn't for public spots. No changing clothes, no excuse—just hiking up my shirt...
The depravity of zero reason felt so good. But these breasts are pretty—can't I show them off a bit? What guy would hate that? Not every woman's sane enough to care, but I had no room for such trivialities.
Moisture gathered inside my pants. The pale blue bra gleamed clearly on the phone screen.
Showing my underwear outside... Days ago, this alone would've thrilled me senseless; caught now, it'd brand me a freak.
Yet my body craved more. I knew exactly what. This wouldn't satisfy—not in such an empty, safe space with just undies. Needed eyes on me. Direct ones.
I paused lifting, gripped the bra's underband firmly. Lifting this exposes everything. Pervert slut. Total fucking perv.
No hesitation—not a speck of dust's worth. In a flash, my teardrop breasts bared fully. Unknowingly erect nipples flicked lightly in the air.
Not alone here, not dark outside—broad daylight, yet tits out in public.
Haa... A weird, lascivious haze crept over my body. Shaking up and down on purpose, each nipple bounce on screen amplified it.
Shame, tremors, embarrassment... But the good feeling was unmistakable. Electric, obscene pleasure claimed me.
And I had zero intention of refusing.