Dormitory 3 (7)
My heart, which has been pounding since earlier, now thuds so violently that my entire body shakes. My ears prick up like radar, hyper-focused on every sound. The moment I realize that noise is heading this way, every hair on my body stands on end. The footsteps grow louder and louder—step by step.
…It's coming this way.
What do I do? Where can I hide?
Terror at the thought of getting caught like this mixes with shame and a secret thrill, turning my mind blank.
“…room or something?”
“Maybe…”
Voices I know all too well. Familiar ones, etched deeper in my memory than even the delivery guy's. Men's voices—Jong-woo and Tae-min.
The realization sends chills racing across my skin. Why? Why are they out here at this hour?
I force my frozen legs to move, hurling myself into the bushes. Luckily, the shrubs are thick only around the pavilion; just beyond, it's overgrown with weeds. If I huddle deep inside, they probably won't see me from outside. Better to hide now than flee with my glaringly pale skin in plain sight.
The hard ground presses coldly against my belly and breasts. My nipples scrape raw against the rough dirt, stinging as pebbles and twigs dig into my thin skin. But I have to endure it. I clap a filthy hand over my mouth to stifle any sound. Ugh, disgusting. Sticky. Gross.
Moonlight filters faintly through the dense weeds, letting me make out my surroundings. Still, I'm too scared to lift my head, terrified our eyes might meet. Each deep breath fills my nose with damp earth and grass. Crickets chirp sporadically from the nearby hill, but the approaching footsteps drown them out. My focused ears hear nothing else.
As the steps draw nearer, my muscles tense rigid. Like prey holding its breath to evade a predator, my predicament oddly heightens the thrill.
Moonlight gleams softly on my pale skin through the bushes—if anyone peers closely, I'll be spotted instantly. Terrifying. My heart slams like it might burst. Yet deep down, unbeknownst to anyone, excitement stirs.
I shift to avoid a sharp stone jabbing my soft breast, and that's when Jong-woo and Tae-min's voices ring out crystal-clear, right nearby. Probably standing just beside the bushes. My breath catches in my throat. Rustling suggests they're by the pavilion, lighting cigarettes.
“Yeji noona said that? She's not one to lie.”
“She did. Didn't you see her last time, dressed all weird?”
They're looking for me. Thank god my hand's over my mouth. Without it, I'd have screamed. I gasp involuntarily, tasting the foul grime inside.
A click-click above me, then a whoosh as the lighter catches. Acrid smoke wafts down. Deep inhales and exhales follow, Tae-min's voice cutting sharp through the dark.
“Haa… Last time at the bar, I nearly lost it and grabbed her without thinking.”
“She dresses so skimpy, it's kinda hot.”
They knew. From the bar last time. I thought only Yeji unnie noticed, but Jong-woo and Tae-min knew too.
Terror and tension lock my body stiff. Debris pricks my sensitive breasts, but cold sweat drips with every word I overhear. Hot breath leaks through my fingers; my nails dig into my other palm. Shame, anxiety, taboo thrill swirl, dizzying my head.
One of them—Jong-woo or Tae-min—exhales smoke repeatedly.
“She's doing it on purpose, I tell ya.”
“Nah, don't be ridiculous. No girl's like that.”
Tae-min sighs long and frustrated, annoyed Jong-woo doubts him.
“Dude, noona wouldn't say it for no reason.”
“Maybe… Well, we'll find out if we catch her. Whether she's just clumsy or doing it on purpose like you and noona say.”
A flick of ash, shoes scraping the ground. Then footsteps recede—not back to the dorm, but farther away.
Still, I can't move for ages. My skin prickles; even shifting fades to nothing. What did I just hear? Jong-woo and Tae-min… hunting me? Knowing what I'm up to? What did unnie tell them? My thoughts slog through mud, fragmented.
What did Yeji unnie say? About my 'games' all this time? Did she show them the photos? Those filthy, utterly degrading shots she has?
I sit up unthinkingly, ass hitting the dirt. My over-tensed body nearly topples; limbs tremble, body numb from the cold ground. Their lingering smoke haunts my nose. Lukewarm wind blows, but can't cool my sweat-soaked skin.
If Yeji unnie showed everything, spread word I'm a pervert… Dread swells at tomorrow's stares. She'll be back Sunday night; Jong-woo and Tae-min are everywhere. How do I face them? If strangers know too? If they learn I'm out here like this, their gazes will change forever.
…Can't let them find out. Before they do… find the key, get back to the room. It'll be fine. No real proof, rumors don't stick.
The sky darkens to deeper blue; dawn nears, twilight thickening. First time out this early, but I know light will break soon. Biting my grimy lips under my hand. Got to find it fast. Getting caught like this is the end.
I hurry off—not their way, but the longer path, jogging.
…Still wildly aroused, my sopping pussy leaking fresh juices, but I ignore it, pretend I feel nothing, feet flying.
The dorm-to-campus path curves around buildings, alleys to them midway, converging at the bottom convenience store. Their shortest route… mine's detour.
This side has waist-high railings opposite the buildings, beyond a sheer cliff drop—panoramic view of the neighborhood. Yeji unnie avoids it usually… but to dodge them, no choice. Search here.
Normally vibrant buildings glow; now, dim predawn hides them. The abyss beyond the railings dizzies me—like peering into void. Isolation from the world clashes with fear of watchful eyes. Urging my body faster only amps the dizzy thrill.
Feels like Jong-woo or Tae-min could pop from a building any second. And yet, at a time like this—when I shouldn't—I'm so turned on. Obvious arousal spikes my pleasure. One slip, disaster… Paths meet at the store, alleys connect—kids could burst out anytime…
Electric thrill stings my chest. Stupid… Legs shaking, but my pussy throbs hot, gushing nonstop. Head screams fear and shame, body pulses hotter.
Wind from the hill overwhelms with liberation. Dangerous, but it feels good. …Because it's dangerous. Thrilling. Taboo rush—like breaking forbidden rules—fills me.
“Ah, ahh, ah…! Haa! Hnngh, aaah…!”
I barely muffle the cry with my filthy hand, keeping it from carrying far. If the guys were near… they'd have heard everything.