25. Student Cafeteria 1 (2)
I've been thrusting my chest out like this for so long now, and it feels so strange. It's not like there aren't people around...
My heart keeps pounding harder and harder. I can't muster the courage to look around. Logically, I know no one's sparing me a glance, no one's paying any attention, but my body is trembling like someone is watching. I try to take a deep breath, but my fluttering heart won't even let me do that properly. The tips of my fingers clutching the hem of my shirt tremble faintly, and I can feel my face growing hotter and hotter.
The pervert on the screen is flushing red across her skin too. The throbbing won't stop. Tension and thrill all mixed up..., and this bizarre sensation from the moment wraps around my whole body in a chaotic swirl of feelings I can't even name. Even through my clouded, muddled head, one thing is crystal clear: it feels good.
My heart races so wildly now I can't even face myself on the screen properly. I don't need to shake my chest up and down on purpose anymore—my heaving breaths do it for me, making my chest bounce wildly. Even staying still, my nipples on the screen... they jiggle up and down. It's even lewder than before. Anyone could see I'm wildly aroused, my whole body quivering finely, staring straight at the camera like a total slutty pervert. That's me right now. So fucking obscene... I can't let anyone catch me exposing my tits like this in a public place. Stupid. What are you gonna do if you get caught? If I get caught, if I get caught... I don't even know. But it feels so good—how could I hold back?
Thoughts tumble through my head, nonsense words like I'm talking to someone. I slowly bring my trembling nipple toward the table. The moment it presses against the sharp corner at the table's edge, my back arches involuntarily. Muscles between my legs clench tight without me meaning to, twisting my hips. It's an insane jolt of stimulation. Dizzying pleasure floods through every inch of me. All I can do is clamp both hands over my mouth in case someone notices, feeling that sensitive nipple grind hard against the edge.
My hips twist, more weight shifts onto it, and the extra weight brings even fiercer stimulation that buckles my waist... a vicious cycle of pure ecstasy. It's like someone's tormenting me—all my body weight bears down on that nipple tip. Hnngh...! It feels... so incredibly good... I shouldn't be doing this in a public place where anyone might see, but it feels amazing. I can't hold back. My head screams warnings nonstop, but my body ignores every single one.
The screen in front of me reflects my pervy self like a mirror, hiding nothing. The me inside it looks so alien and arousing. A weird excitement spreads through my whole body, making my fingertips shake. I try to catch my breath, but the rising heat won't fade. I feel like slamming my head on the table right now. But if I did, even more weight would crush my chest. Then I really couldn't hold back the noises... That last thread of reason—the precarious knowledge that I can't get caught—is my final bastion holding me together.
If no one was here, I'd rip off my pants and rub myself crazy... But it's outside, a public place with people, so I can't. What if the woman in front of me suddenly turns? What if people come out from the kitchen...? Terrifying imaginings fill my head. Does it even make sense to expose my tits in a dangerous spot like this? Of course not. It's insane that I'm doing it without hesitation. Even though it's my doing, it feels utterly ridiculous. And yet here I am, still clutching my hem to keep my whole chest exposed, dying to show even more—harboring these contradictory thoughts.
I'm a pervert, so I can't help it... I don't want to get caught, but I do... I want to torment my whole body with this razor-edge pleasure. To do that, I can't loosen my grip on the hem. No matter what, I have to hold tight and keep showing off this precious part of a girl's body that should never be bared outside.
The moment that thought hits, I hear a scraping sound from behind me—drag. Someone pushing back a chair. Clinking dishes being gathered. And... rustling like someone's standing up... My heart plummets.
It's not because of me. There wouldn't be sounds of picking up dishes if it was. But, still... If I stay sitting like this, they'll definitely pass right by me on the way to the dish return. No, even if they don't pass, just looking down from above would expose everything I'm doing. That thought alone sends chills racing over my skin alongside a strangely thrilling spark.
My mind is a battlefield. I need to hide my phone and drop my shirt to cover up right now—or should I stay still and quiet, hoping for indifference...? Ridiculous ideas clash inside my head, tangling into knots. Staying still won't hide it. Even if people mind their own business, no one could miss this.
My hand clutching the hem grows slick with cold sweat, and my face on the phone screen is frozen in terror. And yet, this bizarre anticipation keeps my heart pounding without stop. Soon, a man's silhouette starts to appear faintly on the screen. My mind goes blank. While reason and instinct battle fiercely in my head, reality races ahead too fast.
Whatever I choose now, it'll look suspicious. The man's figure draws closer and closer. The clearer his features become on the screen, the more my body freezes solid. My heart pounds like it'll burst, jiggling my stiff nipples. The ringing in my ears feels like it fills the whole world. As my mind spins with what to do, he approaches. Should I not move? Bet on indifference and hold my breath...? No, staying put will show everything. Like this, he might figure out exactly why I'm sitting here and what I'm doing. That would feel so good... insanely arousing, thrilling, incredibly pleasurable—but I can't let it happen. I got caught yesterday too. What if it happens again today? Reason musters its last strength to hold me back. And just before it's too late, it succeeds.
My hand jerks into action. I yank down my T-shirt in a hurry, forcing myself into a normal sitting posture with all my might. Sweat trickling down under the shirt clings stickily to my skin, but it doesn't feel unpleasant anymore. Instead, it just reminds me of what I was doing, proof of my excitement... My head burns hot, but instinct barely holds me, screaming I need to escape this situation.
The man brushing right past me hesitates for a split second. Feeling that, my heart lurches violently. Did I cover too late? Did he see? What do I do? Will rumors spread and ruin everything? Will everyone know what a pervert I am? My mind blanks as I hold my breath, waiting for his next move. I can only hunch over, staring unnaturally at my tray pushed far away. I know it'll look weird, but... I act like nothing's wrong, oblivious to the gaze pouring down on me from above, showing no reaction.
That brief moment he pauses beside me feels eternally stretched, like time has stopped. But against my fears, he says nothing and walks on. The sound of his footsteps fading past me slowly loosens my rigid shoulders. He doesn't glance back even when depositing his tray at the return. But my body, still frozen in place, doesn't calm easily. Sweat under my T-shirt stays sticky in the hot air, and every sensation from moments ago lingers vividly in my fingertips.
Haa... Guess I didn't get caught... That was really dangerous. Even reassuring myself like that, my heart won't settle. Feeling my fingers tremble lightly, I clench my hands tight on my knees. I didn't get caught. Today passed without incident... Lucky.
But strangely, my feelings are all jumbled. Beneath the relief that the danger's gone, faint traces of that thrilling tension and excitement linger. The razor-close moment leaves an afterimage burned into my brain, impossible to shake. I should be glad I didn't get caught, I have to not get caught... But my pervy body feels disappointed. A little... unsatisfied...
--------
