Dormitory 3 (3)
“The guard here won't let me in, you know? Right now? I think you need to come out to the first-floor entrance.”
My head was spinning, whether from lack of breath or overwhelming excitement, but I still understood what he meant. Just a few days ago, deliveries came anywhere, anytime. But yesterday or the day before, I'd gotten a text notice saying no more outsiders in the dorm from now on—pick up deliveries outside and bring them in yourself. And now, way too late, it finally hit me.
But I couldn't go outside. Not only did I have nothing to wear, but... even if I put clothes on in this state, I'd look suspicious for sure. My nipples were rock-hard from arousal, and transparent juices kept dripping from my pussy. No way that wouldn't look weird.
“U-um... c-could you maybe sneak in through the back of the dorm...? It's kinda hard for me to come out...”
The longer I talked, the more worried I got that weird noises would leak into the call. My wet friction sounds were already ringing loudly in my ears, piercing through the phone noise. It made me even more anxious.
-“Oh... it's noisy around here, kinda hard to hear, but you're asking me to come inside?”
“Ah... y-yes, that's right. But... ahh...”
Now my love juices were trickling down my thighs, pooling slickly on the floor. Standing up would be tough like this... Every time I clenched my thighs tight, a faint pleasure made my voice quiver. But even then, my pussy throbbed desperately, my clit trembling like it was buzzing.
The room reeked of lewdness—anyone passing the window would smell it for sure.
“There's... an emergency stairwell... in the back...”
-“That might be tricky. Room 212? Ahh! I'll come to you. Back entrance, right? Hold on, yeah!”
Suddenly, the delivery guy started rambling to himself and the call cut off abruptly. Why's he acting like that...? But if he's bringing it right to the door, maybe it doesn't matter... My foggy brain couldn't follow the thought through.
Only the tu-tu-tu disconnect tone snapped me back. The delivery guy's coming with food—I need to let him in... Slowly, I stood and shuffled to the door. The call just ended, so he'd be here any second.
A normal girl wouldn't order delivery in this situation, and if she did, she'd tell him to leave it outside. But I'm a pervert.
I stood before the mirror by the door, checking myself out. My flushed, heated face and stiff, protruding nipples stared back. Between my legs was drenched, glistening. If I opened the door like this... he'd know exactly what I'd been doing.
Still, I wanted to open it and greet him myself. I wanted him to scrutinize my body with lewd desire... It'd feel so good, the kind of choice no normal girl would make. Knowing that only made my crotch burn hotter, the filthy juices flowing nonstop.
While waiting for the delivery guy, my fingers kept rubbing my pussy. In the mirror, the pervert me smeared love juices over my swollen, tube-like pussy with one hand while pinching my nipples with the other. The moans leaking from my lips bounced off the solid steel door, scattering everywhere.
No one told me to, but the thought of meeting a stranger like this made my head spin. Heavy footsteps echoed from the hall beyond the poorly soundproofed door—hurried, but unmistakably a man's weighty stride.
He's here... Gonna show him everything. The sharp knock-knock made my whole body jolt. Tension choked my breath.
Yet my hand turned the knob.
“Y-yes, c-coming... opening nowww...”
My body froze rigid with tension, but the door flew open in an instant. Motorcycle helmet and long clothes for sun protection caught my eye. But something else held it—a familiar helmet.
I... I know that helmet. It's the same guy from before. When Yeji unnie and I ordered tteokbokki at night, when I was totally naked... Yeah, him.
Unlike last time, he wasn't flustered—just stared calmly. Even with the helmet hiding his eyes, I knew exactly where he was looking. My arms spread to open the door like I was displaying myself.
His gaze stuck to my stiff nipples, trailed the lewd juices down my thighs to my calves. Even the breasts I'd slapped red and swollen were fully exposed. He's seeing everything, everything... So exciting. Feels so good. Having someone watch really is the best.
Every invisible stroke from that helmet made my skin burn. Especially my freshly self-slapped breasts—super sensitive now, jolts of pleasure piercing me with each glance. My hips trembled uncontrollably.
“You were like this last time too. Total pervert, huh?”
He remembered me. Of course—no forgetting a freak like this. His gaze quickly swept the room. But unlike before, no one was here today. No Yeji unnie to watch over me, no one to help.
The helmet seemed to smirk faintly. I couldn't speak as he set the plastic bag down. Just trembled all over in bliss, lost in showing my body to the man before me.
He placed it roughly inside the entryway, and now the helmet was right in front of my pussy.
Hah... staring that close... My hairless bare pussy on full display. Feels amazing.
“Normally not allowed, but I brought it all the way here... so I can touch a little, right?”
My heart dropped at his words. Touch? Where? I hadn't said yes, but his hand was already on me.
“Hngh!”
The rough leather glove, worn from outdoor use, touched my delicate mucous membrane—somewhere needing utmost care. The prickly surface stung.
But it felt incredible. My dulled pain and pleasure senses tangled wildly, lightning bolts of intense ecstasy surging through me. He touched me like this last time too... but this feels way better. My engorged pussy turned every touch into near-painful bliss. Today really is dangerous. No one's in the room...
Unthinkingly, I grabbed his hand. He flinched, thinking I was pushing away, but I tried to guide it deeper.
...I tried.
“What the hell are you doing!”
If not for that sudden bellow, maybe I would've. With no one to protect me, driven by instinct, I might've let this lewd, heat-crazed pervert's depths be ravished freely.
But fortunately—or unfortunately—someone interrupted. The Dormitory Guard from downstairs.
“I told you no entering the dorm!”
The delivery guy's hand yanked away in panic. The sudden shout froze me solid—no chance to stop or push.
How do I explain this? If the guard saw everything, what then? Kicked out of the dorm? Or finally, rumors for real?
Terror crashed in, my head exploding—couldn't move. Angry footsteps closed in, but I stayed frozen.
“Aigoo, sorry about that. It's my job, you see.”
The delivery guy casually waved it off and nudged the door shut with his foot. As the steel door closed, the furious voice seemed to fade.
Their argument felt distant. But my mind knew: beyond this door, a man had inspected and touched my most private parts.
My hand drifted down unbidden. Shaking hips leaned against the wall on their own. Just like when waiting for him... no, harder now, squeezing my nipples and clit.
“Hng, ughk...”
I bit my lip hard, swallowing moans desperately. Tiny sounds still escaped. But this much should be fine. He won't hear. Not with all that yelling...
They bickered forever, then calmer footsteps faded away. As I relaxed my shoulders, a bang-bang on the door exploded.
“Hii!”
“You students can't do this either! Got it? From now on, come out front to get your deliveries!”
The guard yelled from outside, but my rubbing hand showed no sign of stopping. Gonna get caught like this. I shouldn't... but it feels so good. The tension and fear from moments ago tormented my body deliciously.
This is really good... A guy who knows my face yelling at me right outside, talking to me... Rubbing my pervert pussy feels good.
“Student! You listening?”
“Hng, s-s-sorryyy..., hngh.”
Unlike my words, my fingers moved faster. Each brush over my clit sent fierce pleasure up my spine. Does this guy really suspect nothing? Even with the slick pussy juices filling my palm, slurping noisily—no reaction.
The guard from the security office lectured endlessly through the steel door before stomping off angrily. All the while, I was lost in fantasies: that rough leather texture rubbing my sensitive pussy, pinching my clit, delving into my lewd hole—missing even the fading footsteps.
