27. Roommate 6 (2)
The emotions flickering across Yeji unnie's face were unmistakable—pure superiority and contempt. She looks down at me utterly, as if I'm dirt beneath her feet. I swallow hard without thinking. Even knowing she's watching my every expression, I can't tear my gaze away from hers. …I just can't escape that sadistic smile of hers.
I know exactly what she just ordered me to do… but the heat building between my legs is making everything slick and steamy.
Yeji unnie's fingers tap lightly on the table. I struggle to drag my eyes up from the floor, forcing myself to meet her gaze.
"You think you have a choice?"
Her words make my body quiver. A strange twitch ripples through me as the heat creeps between my thighs. She couldn't miss it, of course, and she lets out a low chuckle.
"See? You get it without me even saying more."
She's right. There's no way I could refuse Yeji unnie's command. She knows exactly what kind of person I am—what kind of pervert I am—and she has those secret photos of me covered in degrading doodles. Better to just obey than risk rebellion and make things worse…
My pussy's already soaked, my body twitching wildly with excitement—it's not like I'm choosing this. It's all because of what Yeji unnie wants.
I glance around discreetly. It's a corner spot near the entrance, but with a high backrest and no staff coming by. They've all delivered our food and gone back to the kitchen… No new customers should show up at this odd hour to stare at me.
It's fine. It'll be okay.
I move carefully, trying not to draw attention. Still, the faint rustle of fabric under the table feels impossibly vivid. The thin pants hugging my legs vanish in an instant. The pressure around my waist releases, and cool air brushes my drenched slit.
"That's it, good girl."
Those words alone turn my mind blank. For some reason, they make me feel so good. My heart starts pounding erratically. Tension and depravity swirl together, a hazy satisfaction seeping in to cloud my head.
Yeji unnie's smile is even crueler than I'd imagined—like she's toying with an amusing plaything that obeys her every word. Not a person, just a worthless object to break for fun. A chill runs down my spine.
Sure, Yeji unnie probably wouldn't go that far with me, but what I'm doing right now—if anyone catches me—it's disaster. Even if it's not her command, anyone who sees will unleash hell on me. What would they think of me? What if someone from the inner tables stands up to leave? Or a staff member suddenly comes out to wipe an empty table…?
One glimpse, and I'm exposed as the pervert I am…
My fingertips tingle with tremors. The razor-edge thrill of one tiny slip sending me plummeting… it's electrifying.
Obeying Yeji unnie's absurd order feels amazing, and exposing my secret spot to the world? Pure bliss. Like a broken toy, my head fills with nothing but feels so good. This can't be normal, but I can't stop.
I don't even know when I turned into this. But once you've tasted this high… you can never quit.
Thoughts straight out of cheap porn bubble up unbidden. My body has been overtaken without me realizing, moving slowly but completely possessed.
After fully stripping my pants off inside the restaurant, I'm panting hot breaths when Yeji unnie extends her arm. I stare blankly, wondering what it means, until her fingers beckon impatiently.
Then it hits me. My heart plummets. My mouth goes dry—swallowing only leaves a sticky haze. My hands shake violently, the pants clutched in them vibrating like leaves.
I try to grip tighter, but the strength drains away. My mind screams don't do it, blanking white.
But chasing that even better high, I hand over the pants that should stay hidden under the table. Yeji unnie yanks them straight to her side. Before I can react, they're out of my hands and out of sight.
No way… In a crowded restaurant, down to just panties, and now even those are gone from my reach. I can't put them back even if I wanted to. This is something you shouldn't even fantasize about…
My pussy is utterly soaked. Every brush of my fingers against the panties squeezes out lewd juices. If someone passes by, they might not see my bare side profile, but the smell could give me away—it's pooling that heavily.
"Feeling good in that state?"
Yeji unnie's eyes rake over me completely. Of course she spots my arousal. She frowns slightly, her gaze laced with cold mockery as she looks down.
"…Hngh!"
Yes, it feels good. Out here where people walk by, dressed like this—it feels so good. Obeying your order to strip my pants right in the middle of a restaurant? It's insane… but I'm so turned on.
My lips tremble, but no sound escapes. The words swirl in my mouth, mumbling against my tongue.
Yeji unnie clicks her tongue at me, then extends her hand again.
I already gave you the pants…?
"Panties too."
That's impossible. I can't go that far. A storm of refusals floods my mind, but nothing leaves my lips.
What does it matter now? Pants were off-limits too. Nothing changes… I'm a pervert either way. So I can chase just a little more pleasure, right…?
I lift my hips slightly and yank the panties down in a flash. Cool air hits my bare thighs, the thin fabric's pressure sliding downward in a strangely novel sensation. Clothes are something I wear and remove every day, but this feels so weird…
And as the panties vanish, their lewd scent mixes into the air. A familiar, forbidden aroma dyes the restaurant with my essence. Amid the steamy food smells, my shameful fragrance seeps in, making it seem like the whole place reeks of it.
What if someone notices? If a staff member bursts out sniffing around, I'm caught. I couldn't even run.
I pray no one notices—yet crave someone to realize. Contradictory desires tangle inside me.
The thin fabric catches briefly at my ankles. Every glance up at unnie shows her smirking lips waiting mockingly. I carefully pull the balled-up panties free from my ankles.
A rush of liberation—and overwhelming depravity—floods my body, choking my breath. Slick fluid from my pussy trickles between my ass and the chair; one wrong move, and I'll slide right off.
I cup the fabric wad in my palm. Good thing it's thin, not bulky like the pants. Just hand it over to unnie, and we're done. No one glancing over would guess what it is.
I wrap it tightly so nothing peeks through and offer it to Yeji unnie. I'm terrified of anyone spotting us, realizing I'm bottomless…
But she just smiles with playful mischief, her expression sparking my unease. As if rewarding my anxiety, unnie unfurls the balled fabric—the panties I wore until seconds ago—with a flourish.
Not just on the table, but held up in both hands, visible to anyone passing by.
Right now, no one might notice, but if she keeps it like that, others in the shop could sense something off and stare.
"U-Unnie…!"
But I can't raise my voice. That would draw eyes—my risk. I can't let anyone discover me in just a t-shirt, nothing below… I can't stop her.
All I can do is tremble and stare as Yeji unnie's gaze fixes on the soaked stain right in the center of the panties.