27. Roommate 6 (3)
“How can you get wet in a situation like this? Even a whore couldn't do that...”
Her words, laced with contempt as she scowled and mocked me, felt amazing. I've never sold my body or even slept with a guy, yet here I am hearing whore. It's so unfair. But it feels incredible...
I know I shouldn't enjoy this, I should be angry, but the thought doesn't even cross my mind.
“Should I call Tae-min? The guys would love seeing this, right?”
“N-no, don't...”
I know Yeji unnie won't actually do it... but that mischievous glint in her eyes makes my heart race anyway. Anxiety and fear bubble up, pounding in my chest.
...Or maybe it's excitement making it pound.
“Hmph...”
She sneers coldly and tosses my panties at me. The soaked fabric slaps against my face with a wet splat. I quickly peel it off and hide it under the table, but the damp sensation lingers, twisting my feelings into something weird. The musty, unfamiliar texture clings to my skin, grating on my nerves—like it's telling me a whore like me deserves this.
It's chilling, thrilling, my lower belly clenching tight. That raw stimulation feels so good.
“Getting excited from treatment like this? You're beyond hopeless, aren't you?”
Maybe I am. A total pervert, worse than a whore... My face burns so hot even I can feel it. My legs rub together unconsciously. No sound of skin on skin since I'm drenched, but a faint schlick echoes instead. Not as good as touching myself with my hand... but the subtle friction feels nice.
Yeji unnie hears it—her expression turns icy in an instant.
“Ugh, you fucking bitch. I'm heading out first—figure it out yourself.”
She shoots me a disgusted look and stands abruptly, heading for the door. My bowl is still full, barely touched, but hers is half-empty—who knows when she ate. I reflexively start to stand, then freeze. I can't stand up like this.
A staff member hurries out from the kitchen behind her before I can react. The oblivious worker brushes right past me. If they hadn't been rushing, they might've noticed. No—they definitely would've.
This uncontrollable crisis dodged disaster by sheer luck. So dangerous... But that danger made it incredibly thrilling. What if I got caught? They'd call the cops or rumors would spread—no stopping it. The place isn't just staff; even if it were, people talk, as I've learned the hard way before.
Then... everyone at school would know. Finger-pointing wherever I go, whispers behind my back. The pervert who stripped her pants and panties in a restaurant, the filthy whore writhing around. Just yesterday, I was a normal student... One rumor, and I'd plummet to rock bottom.
Terrifying future, just imagining it. But if I stay like this, it might really happen. That worker will finish checking out and glance at the table. Why else would a customer linger after paying? They'd turn, see me sitting there bottomless... I have to put my clothes back on. Now.
But my pants are on the chair across from me. If they were on the table, I could just pull them over, but they're draped on the chair. My only options: walk into the aisle to the other chair, or lunge across the table. Both scream exposure.
What do I do...? My heart thuds like it'll burst, breaths coming in short gasps. Every choice is risky... but staying put means getting caught for sure. Scary, dangerous, heart trembling, a little exciting... I have to do something.
A quick scan: the earlier customers are still seated. Behind me, Yeji unnie and a worker are at the counter by the door; the kitchen's blocked by fixtures. Move fast, and no one sees. Aisle's too exposed... so I kneel on my chair, leaning across the table like I'm lying down.
Unlike the shadowy underside, harsh fluorescent lights bathe my body. My pussy—the intimate part every woman hides—is fully exposed on the table. Anyone in the restaurant turns their head, and they see everything. My heart races wildly. A mix of fear and delicious thrill sends joyful shivers through me.
No matter how I stretch, my fingertips barely graze the pants on the far chair—they won't catch. My hips wiggle unconsciously. This is just because the pants won't grab. Can't be helped. Not because it feels good.
My pussy glistens lewdly, slick and shining—who knows how much I've shaken it—before my fingers finally hook the fabric. I yank the pants over and scramble back. Did they see? No one saw, right...?
Clutching the pants to my chest, I glance around—no shocked faces, no screams. Only Yeji unnie at the counter meets my eyes. Thank god... Thought I was done for, but no one saw.
Pulling the pants up under the table is harder than stripping. Going down was easy, but in this cramped space, my body bumps everywhere. They won't slide right either—twisting leaves me uncomfortable. Panties? No way. If pants are this hard, a soaked pair is impossible. Just covering up is a win...
The worker heads back as I struggle—the best I can do is finish before they reach viewing distance. Luckily, I button up just in time. Haa... Close call.
The worker glances oddly as they pass, sees the leftover food, and moves on without a word. Not caught... That was too close. Even if Yeji unnie ordered it, I shouldn't have done this. But... it was so dizzying, so good. Too dangerous, yet thrilling...
If even this feels good, what am I supposed to do now? Relief at not getting caught mixes with helpless despair over what's next, dragging me down.
......
......But that hopeless darkness doesn't feel so bad. The strange tightness gripping me even feels good. Hopeless pervert. Unnie's right. Total whore. No need to fuck around with guys when I do this... Yeah, that's what a slut is.
I should eat the food in front of me, but I don't want to. My hangover headache shifted to something else, and my aroused body chases away the lethargy. I stand, leaving the untouched meal.
Without panties, every brush of fabric inside my clothes is too stimulating. Still soaked from before, the sensations tickle pleasurably. Feels so good...
Yeji unnie's cold stare follows me, but checkout's done—no staff stops me. They just head to clear the table. I grab my damp panties, of course. If this were a place full of male staff... leaving them behind would've been thrilling. But here, mostly older women, and too close to school. Scary to try anything.
Though that fear makes it even more exciting... My head's a mess. What do I even want?
I leave the restaurant alone, no unnie, slowly climbing the steep hill back to the dorm. Thin pants barely cover my damp pussy, praying the wetness doesn't show through, savoring the lingering pleasure with each slow step.
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