28. Dormitory 3 (1)
As time passed, Yeji unnie's attitude seemed to soften bit by bit. The sharp glares she'd shot me from morning onward gradually lost their edge, and eventually, she hit the bed early, probably due to her hangover. All morning, she'd given me those cold stares every time our eyes met, but as the hours ticked by, even that cynical gaze warmed to lukewarm. When I acted like nothing had happened—attending classes, handling daily chores, living like any ordinary student—she didn't look at me strangely. It was a little awkward, sure, but we'd spent the day like normal roommates. Our relationship was somewhere between good and bad: ordinary when things were ordinary, but whenever I got into something lewd, her gaze inevitably turned cold and piercing. Maybe she only gave me that look during my perverted little "games." Or maybe she got swept up in my excitement and turned sadistic herself? I forced the unanswerable thoughts from my mind and scanned the room.
There, in the empty space between the bed and the wardrobe, sat the suitcase I'd brought when I first moved into the dorm. It wasn't something I used much, but I couldn't toss it since I'd need it to go home later—just a useless lump taking up space. But from now on, it wouldn't be dead weight. It was about to become an essential tool. I'd been using it as a laundry hamper until now, so switching it back to its original purpose—and then to something else—wasn't strange at all. Today was finally the day to play with it.
A few days ago, I'd planned this out to coincide with Yeji unnie's weekend trip home. The suitcase my parents had handed down was an old one with a key lock. This was the most crucial part of my preparations. Without the key, even I couldn't open it—and that was the core of tonight's outdoor game. I turned the key to lock it while keeping the suitcase slightly ajar so it wouldn't snap shut, then carefully pulled the key out. I positioned it upright in its usual spot, just like before. My heart pounded with delicious anticipation. Excitement bubbled up at the thought of what came next.
Already this late? The realization made my pulse race even faster. I took a slow breath. I have to act natural. Just like a normal roommate. Clutching my fingertips tight, I waited for Yeji unnie to open the door. I busied myself pointlessly—straightening the desk, making the bed, pacing around—until the rapid beeps of the door code finally sounded, and the door eased open. Yeji unnie stepped in. The faint scent of sweat brushed my nose; the uphill climb must've drained her.
"Ugh…."
She dropped her bag with a thud and let out a light sigh. I forced a casual expression and looked at her. Her gaze flicked past me toward the wardrobe.
"I'm heading out soon."
Her tone was indifferent as she started packing her stuff. I hid my thumping heart and subtly tracked her movements with my eyes. Her cold, curt demeanor made my shoulders shrink instinctively, but I couldn't stop now. Thinking of what I had planned for tonight outside, I had to ask her. Without it, I couldn't do anything….
No choice. My heart raced with anticipation, a ticklish squeeze in my chest. Warmth spread from between my thighs, making me cross my legs naturally. My face burned so hot I didn't need to touch it to know. Rubbing my thighs together, I steadied my breath and watched her quietly. Maybe annoyed by my stare, Yeji unnie's eyes finally turned to me. Her brows twitched for a split second.
"U-Unnie…."
I flinched, but she didn't seem to know what I was thinking. Her reaction was far gentler than this morning's. She still sighed every time she saw me… but at least she didn't seem angry.
"Haa… what the hell is it now?"
"Th-This… c-could you hide it outside for me? L-Like a treasure hunt…?"
I held out the key I'd taken from the suitcase earlier. Without it, the suitcase couldn't be opened—the one and only precious key.
"What's this?"
Yeji unnie narrowed her eyes and glanced at my hand. It was small, pinky-finger-sized—easy to hide even in a palm. Suppressing the ticklish thrill in my gut, I held it out again. Her brows furrowed slightly.
"You're planning some weird shit again, aren't you?"
Her words hit dead center, making me flinch, but I averted my gaze and played dumb. She sighed deeply, then snatched the key from my hand.
"…Where do you want me to hide it?"
A hint of intrigue laced her curt tone.
"Anywhere someone could find it is fine. Just somewhere on campus, please. You could toss it in the bushes on the way down, or under a bench…."
Before I finished, she flicked the key between her fingers and smirked.
"What crazy shit are you gonna do with this?"
"N-No, nothing! Just, just…."
I stammered, and she snorted, shaking her head.
"Fucking idiot bitch. Horny slut who doesn't even know shame."
"Th-That's not…."
She wasn't wrong, really. I was planning something weird, and I didn't know shame. Hell, thinking about enjoying it made me pretty damn horny too….
"Whatever. Anywhere on campus, right?"
Without asking more, she pocketed the key casually. As she headed out, she flashed a meaningful smile.
"Not sure you'll find it, though."
The door thudded shut, leaving me alone in the quiet room, clutching my racing heart. My fingertips tingled with anticipation; it felt like my chest might burst. It was really starting now. I had no idea where Yeji unnie would hide the key. Anywhere on campus, I'd said—so I'd have to search this whole vast area. If I found it alone, without anyone knowing, nothing would happen….
The mere thought set my whole body aflame. Did Yeji unnie know what I was planning? Or had she just taken it because I asked? Didn't matter. No turning back now.
With Yeji unnie gone, I'd be alone in the dorm until she returned late Sunday evening. From Friday night to Sunday night. No one to stop whatever I did, no one to save me from any dangerous mess I got into.
I dragged the seemingly closed suitcase to the floor and flipped it open. The black interior gaped wide like a dark abyss. I stripped off my clothes and tossed them in—panties and bra too. In seconds, I was naked. As expected, between my legs was slick and wet. A lewd scent filled the room.
Next…. I opened the wardrobe and piled every last piece of clothing I owned into the suitcase, stacking them neatly. It felt gross mixing them with my cum-soaked panties… but I couldn't stop now. I'd brought everything in a small box originally, so it all fit easily. Stepping back to survey the full suitcase, the reality hit me.
If I close this… once it's shut, no going back. I'd spend the weekend naked until Yeji unnie returned. And I'd have to go outside naked to find the key. Weekends meant most people were out partying, so the dorm would be mostly empty… but my plans didn't always pan out. I might not find it. Worst case, Yeji unnie comes back, I ask where it is, and until then, the suitcase stays locked.
Haa…. So fucking exciting. My lips dried out, my tongue tingled sweetly. My breath quickened, but it felt good. My lower belly writhed with itchy craving, pleasure rippling through me.
Wonder how thrilling it'll be outside for real. I lifted one side of the suitcase, aligning it with the other. Just press down to close it. Dry spit slid down my throat—tasted sweet, somehow. My hands trembled on the case; shivers ran to my toes. Close it, close it—but I shouldn't…. No Yeji unnie to help, it could really get dangerous….
Click.
The lock snapped into place.