Dormitory 3 (6)
The sight of myself through the glass is a shock in itself. I had no idea I looked this pathetic. It's so lewd. I really look like a total slut... To be honest, I look even more worthless than a slut. Even though it's my own face, there's not a shred of dignity in it—just this utterly ridiculous expression that leaves me speechless, with no way to defend myself.
I forget all about needing to get out or rubbing my nipples on the floor. I just stare at my face, and then I hear a faint screeech from behind me. The sound of slippers dragging across the dusty floor. But there's no one reflected in the glass. No one's watching me. Probably just someone in the security office sitting still, absentmindedly moving their leg out of habit.
Only then do I snap back to what I'm doing. I have to get out. Escape before anyone sees. Afraid of getting caught, I can't even stand up. I cautiously push the door open with my filthy arm and crawl on all fours toward the narrow gap, squeezing my body through.
Thank goodness there's only one glass door; that gets me outside. Haa... Even after emerging, I can't stop crawling on all fours. If I stand up too close, someone might spot me. I absolutely can't let that happen...
Unlike the smooth stone floors inside the well-maintained building, outside it's rough brick. Weeds sprouting from the cracks scratch my skin, and there are globs of chewed gum and dried phlegm someone spat out carelessly, dotted around like blemishes on a real street. My knees and palms burn beyond soreness. Every time the once-clean skin scrapes against the coarse brick or weeds, a stinging pain shoots through me, and even the tiniest pebbles feel like they're digging into my flesh.
And when I accidentally press my hand into some still-wet phlegm, the disgusting sensation hits with a wave of intense humiliation. It hurts. My knees and hands hurt so much... Every brush with a small stone or weed sends prickling pain across my skin. But the thrill of crawling on the ground like this—imagining the reasons—builds an even dizzier excitement outside.
Deprived of any human dignity, treated worse than a beast, crawling on this filthy floor in reality. No one told me to do it; I'm doing this insane thing all on my own, naked. Just that fact alone wraps my entire body in an excitement so intense it feels like it'll blow my mind away.
Every scrape from the street's rough surface only deepens the pleasure surging through me, turning unbearable lust into pussy juice overflowing. Crawling on such a dirty, rough ground feels even more depraved... My juices gush out.
After crawling like that for what feels like forever, I finally manage to stand. Looking back, I've already put some distance between me and the dormitory building. I'm in front of the pavilion where Yeji unnie and others often gather to smoke—far from the dorm entrance. I crawled all the way from there to here? Even though I did it myself, I can't believe it. But... seeing the droplets of my juices splattered on the bricks, I have no choice but to accept it...
Shame burns through me. Walking on all fours like an animal. It's not just simple embarrassment—it's a feeling that drags my entire being down, filling me with contempt and humiliation.
...But, but... Even with layers of black dirt caked on my limbs and sticky phlegm smeared on my palms. With my heart pounding so hard I can't hide it, and my nipples swollen red and rigidly erect... I can't deny that I'm extremely aroused. This pervert me is unmistakably turned on. To be honest, amid the spine-chilling humiliation that makes my back tingle, it feels so incredibly good that I'm swept up in dizzying pleasure.
My legs are drenched as obscene fluids gush out in waves. I grab my breasts with my filthy hands still coated in phlegm. “Hnnnngh~!” A jolt of electric pleasure explodes through my body. My hypersensitive breasts feel amazing, but more than that, the dirty dust and sticky phlegm feel so gross... yet so good that a moan slips out uncontrollably.
I'm such a real pervert. Disgusting. Getting off on something like this... I'm not right in the head. A crazy bitch. ...It's thrilling. A shiver runs down my spine, goosebumps rising... It feels so good. Despite the humiliation and contempt, my body trembles in ecstasy.
No one's around. This is usually a busy path where everyone in the dorm passes through—mornings are so packed it's like sardines... But right now, it's deathly quiet, enveloping me. There I stand, naked, skin dirtied, breasts flushed red.
I want to hide from the shame, but this perverted body thrusts my chest out proudly, as if begging for someone to see. Anyone could pass by at any moment... It's ridiculously dangerous, yet my heart races like it's about to burst.
Yeji unnie smokes here often, so she might've stopped by yesterday evening. I need to check quickly and move somewhere else. The pavilion has just a single backless bench, a light wooden roof, and a trash can doubling as an ashtray—simple as can be. The roof edge is stained black from dripping rainwater, and the wooden bench gleams smooth from countless bodies.
A stale cigarette stench wafts from the trash can in the center, untouched by rain, mixing unpleasantly with the black, dried gum spat on the brick floor nearby. The bushes right beside it are littered with phlegm and butts—I don't want to get close.
...No matter how I look, it doesn't seem like the key fell here. At best, I could hide it in the bushes or toss it in the trash. Do I have to search every inch? I force my hesitant legs toward the bushes. The rough ground feels vivid even through my slippers, and a lukewarm breeze caresses my naked body like a lover before fading.
I have to find the key quick. Then even here... I'd have to dig through it all. I imagined it like a treasure hunt, but this is nothing like that. It's just a desperate naked woman rummaging through trash for anything to cover herself with—though it wouldn't make much difference from being nude anyway.
What the hell did I even ask Yeji unnie for? My neck prickles coldly. I didn't beg for this level of misery... But even that misery feels good, my aroused body reacting honestly, stirring my heart in turmoil.
I can't stay naked outside forever, so chewing on the shame, I move my feet. Brushing past the phlegm-covered bushes against my limbs, I scour the ground inch by inch. Nothing. I can't bring myself to plunge my hand into the trash can, so I peer in from above, scanning every corner. No key anywhere.
My body betrays me, getting even more excited in this humiliating situation. My nipples stand firm against the lukewarm night air, and lewd fluids dripping from between my thighs leave spots on the ground. Even parting the filthy, disgusting bushes to search feels like stimulation now.
Nothing here, I guess. It's been a while since I left the bushes, but the gross texture lingers on my limbs. The stench from the trash and my dirtied body spark intense shame that tickles through me. What if it's here and I just can't find it? Anxiety clouds my vision suddenly. But it quickly mixes with thrilling pleasure, turning into ecstasy.
For now... this place is too open, so I need to move somewhere else. If I can't find it anywhere, I can come back and dig through the trash then. Let's check other spots first.
As I turn to head down the slope, a strange sound comes from behind. A faint, rhythmic noise. And muffled voices chatting. Men's voices. The rhythmic sound is footsteps. Probably two guys walking this way. The moment I hear it, my blood freezes solid.
People out at this hour...?