Dormitory 3 (5)
“Haaah……”
Every step I take down the corridor lights up the fluorescent bulbs overhead. The harsh glow exposes every inch of my lewd, perverted body without mercy, making me flinch with each flicker… but my whole body trembles with delicious pleasure.
It feels like I'm on stage under a spotlight. Everything beyond the corridor is pitch black, but right here where I am, it's blindingly bright… so incredibly thrilling.
The strong light shining down from above outlines the full shape of my breasts, my stiff, erect nipples gleaming like they're sparkling. Even I can see it so clearly… anyone else looking would think I look insanely slutty.
Pervert. Crazy bitch. Dorm slut wandering naked at night. Imaginary voices in my head keep hurling insults at me nonstop. The more I chew on those words, the more my legs shake uncontrollably, my lower belly clenching tight.
All the undeniable evidence is right there for anyone to see. What else could wandering around like this be but the act of a pervert slut?
My thighs slick against each other with every step. Everything's completely visible, not a single thing hidden… my pussy, smooth and hairless as it should be kept secret, can't be covered at all, breasts fully shaped, nipples starkly outlined.
My face burns hot with shame and embarrassment, but I don't want to cover up. …No, I wish someone would see me. If someone looked at me and called me a slut… it would feel so damn good…
Terror and excitement tangle together, and clear juices gush from my pussy in waves. Lightning flashes behind my eyes. I walk slowly, oh so slowly, leaving transparent droplets on the corridor floor.
No one's around as I pass the long line of doors to the elevator. But… to get outside, I have to go down to the first floor. That's where the security office is.
A couple of guards are always stationed there, patrolling all night. So, I'll definitely get caught. If I go down like this… My body shudders involuntarily.
Dangerous. So dangerous… but I have no choice. If I crouch low and move carefully, maybe I can slip out without being seen. That's all I can pin my hopes on.
I can't stay trapped in this dorm room without a stitch of clothing. Plus, the very danger fuels an even greater excitement. I shouldn't want this… but honestly, I'm looking forward to it. Sneaking around in such a humiliating state is thrilling, arousing… it feels amazing.
Lewd juices stream down my thighs toward the elevator, pooling like a puddle's about to form. The stairs down are pitch black, like plummeting into an abyss with no light at all.
I swallow dryly and take a step. These stairs I walk every day feel utterly different naked. My pounding heart drops, a sharp, pleasurable sexual sensation blooming in my chest.
Groping the handrail, I step cautiously. Each time my toes touch the cold, hard steps, my heart sinks again. One step, another. The silence swallows even my breath.
Every step closer to the security office makes my legs quiver. No light leaks from below; the stairs stretch into endless darkness. If I'm caught, it's over for real.
Earlier with the delivery guy, I could've made excuses. We were just chilling in my room. Or I just got out of the shower. But now? No excuses possible. What sane girl descends the stairs naked?
The exit's right there past the entrance. What if I lock eyes with a guard the second I emerge? Will he call the cops? Spread rumors at school? Report me upstairs and get me kicked out of the dorm?
Terrifying fantasies flood my mind, things that shouldn't happen in reality… but just imagining them feels so incredibly good. They'll despise me utterly.
Maybe yell at me like I imagined in the hall earlier, loud enough to wake the whole dorm. Scolding me for how shameful I am, what nonsense I'm doing.
The more extreme the fantasy, the more my pussy twitches wildly on its own, leaking juices nonstop. My nipples stand impossibly stiff. Anyone seeing this would know I'm wildly aroused. I'm such an idiot.
Lost in fantasies, I reach the bottom before I know it. The fire door connecting stairs to the first floor stands wide open, propped by a fire extinguisher.
Luckily, all the fluorescents are off—dark enough that as long as I don't make noise, no one would notice me. But outside, bright light pours from the security office to the right of the exit door.
Someone… or something watching for perverts like me slipping by. If I just get past here… but the office is right there. They might be watching this spot with the lights blazing.
Can't get caught… have to sneak carefully. Peering through the fire door from the shadows, I instinctively drop to all fours.
The cold marble floor presses against my palms and knees, sending shivers through my entire naked body. The chill rising from the floor reminds me vividly of what I'm doing, naked as the day I was born.
I feel the dust and grit between my thin skin and the floor. This is peak pervert bitch behavior. How could I explain this if caught? Crawling like this looks nothing but obscene.
My pussy clenches hard at the thought. Even crawling, there's no guarantee I won't get spotted. If a guard steps out for air or a smoke, he'd see the lewd pervert crawling on all fours.
I know that, yet I lift my feet high to avoid noise, crawling only on hands and knees. My legs spread wide with each movement, outside air brushing my pussy.
This… from behind, it'd look insanely slutty. A pervert walking on all fours, pussy fully exposed. And with every spread, slick fluid drips from deep inside, trickling down my thighs to the floor.
Stupid. But so exciting… The chill crawls up my limbs, making them tremble naturally. My round, heaving breasts sway, nipples rock-hard in the air.
Even moving slowly, my body rocks… sending teasing sensations from my chest. A little lower… and my nipples will touch the floor.
The dirty floor trod by people's outdoor shoes… my breasts about to drag on it, my whole body tingling. But raising my arms to avoid it would hinder sneaking.
I have to stay low, crawl flat. Teasingly close, barely not touching. No choice. It's not like I want to rub my nipples… my breasts on the floor.
I take such good care of my skin—why would I grind it on this filthy stone? Who knows how many dirty shoes have walked here, how much dust clings…
Even as a pervert, I wouldn't. That's not human—that's a beast in girl's clothing. No whore would think that. But… but… it would feel so good. So incredibly thrilling…
Besides, my limbs are already filthy anyway. Realizing I'm crawling like a beast, utterly naked, it's mortifyingly shameful. But now even that shame turns to pleasure, heating my body, emotions surging.
I want to grind my breasts on this stone floor right now. Give up being human, like an animal, mop the floor with my lewd juices.
Just a little… just a tiny bit, wouldn't it be okay? Disgusted that I'm getting wet crawling on this filth. Disgusted… yet thinking about it arouses me insanely… feels so good…
Debating whether to rub my nipples on the floor, I crawl on until—thunk—my head bumps something. The glass door to the outside past the security office.
Dark outside, bright light behind me—my reflection gleams clearly in the glass. My eyes, hazy like reason's snapped, stare unfocused into space. My mouth hangs slack, drool trickling, panting breaths escaping.
Tongue lolling slightly, gasping like a beast without a shred of sanity. Eyes bloodshot, tears and sweat I didn't notice streaming down my face. Legs soaked in pussy juices, dust caked around my knees.
The clean, pretty face I see in the mirror daily? Gone. This is a bitch in heat, pure and simple.
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