Chapter 10: First Time Burglarizing, Kinda Nervous

Wednesday | October 18th, 2023 | 4:54 PM

Maybe I was asking for too much.

I figured out the hard way that I wasn't the type of person who would be satisfied with the bare minimum, and I wanted everything. Perhaps, that was my downfall, always wanting more. I just wanted more. For a moment, my parents flickered in my head, but I pushed it out of my mind. I didn't need to think about their shit right now, not when I have a problem present in front of me.

I looked over my list, over and over, top and bottom, left to right, looking around me as well to avoid any curious eyes. I was seated in the back of my writing class, which of course was boring enough for me to pull out my phone and start daydreaming. It wasn't anything new, everyone was zoned out and half asleep anyways, so my lack of attention wasn't even noticeable.

It's been a week since I made this list of "panty-droppers" if you will, and I've yet to make any progress or anything resembling an advancement towards stealing my next pair of panties. The problem was the opportunity never presented itself to me. I got lucky with Joohyun dropping hers. Seulgi happened to be my somewhat clueless roommate. Joy offered her house and a party as a nice distraction. Nakyung literally gave herself and her roommates' underwear up to me. Other than that, I genuinely have no idea where to start.

As I sat there contemplating my next move, I noticed the professor clapping, trying his best to get our attention. Everyone slowly began to wake up, and he moved slowly around to the back of his desk, picking up his papers. "I have an announcement to make regarding your midterm."

I sat up, leaning back into my seat. "Instead of a typical paper exam, I've decided to take it easy on you kids and make your midterm a partnered project assignment." The class groaned in unison, which was actually a good response by the sound of it.

"And no, you're not choosing your partners for this project," The class groaned again, this time it felt like a more annoyed response. The professor tapped away at his laptop, "I'll start reading out the pairs, when you hear your name, please acknowledge your partner so you know who you're working with."

There was an underlying sense of panic and fear rising in me as the professor started calling names, one by one. It might've been my introverted side peeking out but I hated working with others, especially if it was a project. Fuck that. Who was I going to get paired up with? Someone who didn't care and didn't want to do the work? A slacker? Maybe, a partner who didn't even speak Korean? There were so many chances for this to go wrong, and I had no control.

My hands were clenched tightly as I prayed silently for someone easy and understanding. The professor continued to read through the list of names until I finally heard him say my name.

"Hwang Minjae, and Shin Ryujin."

Our writing class was small, small enough to where I somewhat knew everyone's names and faces, so I knew to look towards the other side of the class at a girl who looked at me at the same time and held her hand up to wave at me. I politely waved back and turned back to the professor who was still talking.

"This project will have you and your partner assume some sort of professional role that requires public speaking, perhaps as a presidential candidate addressing the public. That's just one example but there are many more than can be used. The main basis of this project will be that you and your partner will need to find a role and write a script about anything related to their profession and you will need to create and submit a short video of you and your partner performing your script."

What the hell? What kind of writing class is this, this is basically a borderline drama class. I wasn't going to complain, it was a relief that the project wasn't some shitty paper that I had to spend days on, but this was not something that was my style. Public speaking, videos, filming, acting. This was so not what I had signed up for, and I didn't like that.

"I'm not looking for a professionally edited video, as long as I can understand and get a rough idea of what kind of roles you and your partner took. In order to get your portion of the grade, you must be in the video as well as have lines, that means one person cannot just do the entire script and the other edit the video. Both of you must perform your side of the project," the professor said, pausing and glancing up at the students, "Any questions?"

The class was silent, possibly with the realization of a more complex midterm being pressed on them finally setting in. The professor clapped his hands together and set down the paper in his hands, "Midterm grades are due by the end of next week, so that is when I'm expecting the videos and scripts to be submitted by. You will essentially have a week and a half to complete this. The full details and rubric will be online by tonight, so you are expected to know what is to be required."

I solemnly nodded, not looking forward to the project. At least we were allowed to choose our own roles. That was a bit of a silver lining. "For the rest of class, get into contact with your partner, exchange numbers, bang out a schedule to work on the project together."

The class erupted into a series of chatter and whispers as people began getting up and heading over to their assigned partner. I looked over and noticed Ryujin still seated, her elbow resting on the desk and her head in her palm, eyes glued on her phone.

I had a feeling I'd have to be the one to go to her, so with a huff, I gathered my belongings and walked towards her. She looked up at me, her face blank and not at all excited.

"Hi, Minjae, right?" She asked.

"Yeah, you're Ryujin?" I replied, extending my hand out. She eyed my hand, hesitantly reaching out and shaking my hand, nodding her head. She had medium length black hair that sat past her shoulders and a rather plain, unbothered look to her. She dressed simple, and always had an aloof vibe around her.

"So, uh, what did you think of the project?" I asked, sitting down in the empty chair beside her. She shrugged, turning her head to me.

"It's definitely going to be a pain in the ass," Ryujin replied. I noticed her voice was lower than most girls, almost soothing to listen to.

"Yeah, definitely." I pulled out my phone, "So, can we exchange numbers?"

"Ah, yeah," Ryujin unlocked the phone in her hand, then handed it to me. I opened a new contact and added my name and number. When I was done, I gave it back to her and she did the same to my phone.

"Are you free tonight? Maybe we can meet up somewhere to get an idea of what we want to do and maybe work on the script?" I asked, trying to knock this out as soon as possible.

"Uh, damn I'm not exactly the best person when it comes to being available," Ryujin chuckled, her smile a bit crooked, "I'm pretty much working the entire week, including today."

"Oh, um, okay." I simply responded, not sure what else to say. She must've read my face, as she quickly added on, "But, I get off of work early tomorrow. Well, 'early' is relative, it's like 9PM, but we can meet up after if you'd like."

Hmm, tomorrow I also work, but I also get off at 9PM. It worked out, but not the most convenient timing, but it was also the best I can hope for if it's the best that she could do. "Yeah, we can do it tomorrow," I agreed, nodding.

"I don't mind if you come to my place," She offered, "There shouldn't be much distractions and we'd have a lot of space."

"Oh, yeah, okay. Sure." I agreed, not seeing any issue. "Text me your address?"

"Yeah, of course," Ryujin nodded, her tone nonchalant and bland. She didn't seem to be the talkative type, nor was she the most approachable but it's not like I had a choice in the first place. Hopefully, the project goes by without a hitch.

"Well, uh, guess we'll talk more tomorrow then?" I stood up, pushing the chair back.

"Yup, I'll text you when I get off work," She nodded, standing up from the desk. Her attention turned to her backpack as she began stuffing her stuff in there. As her back was turned dealing with her backpack, I noticed how her leggings hugged her lower body. I could see her ass, and her legs, and the meatiness of her thighs. Damn, her ass looked plump. Ryujin also had some of the widest hips I've ever seen, they looked like they were perfectly sculpted.

"Uh, yeah. After work," I said, my mind still distracted by her lower half. I tore my gaze away, looking at her face as she finished packing her stuff.

"Cool. Well, um, I'll see you then, and I'll text you the time," Ryujin smiled and gave me a quick nod, moving past me and walking towards the classroom door. I watched her leave, my eyes falling back down to her ass and those hips swaying from side to side with each step. I swallowed my breath, my throat dry as I stared at her figure disappearing out of the classroom.

With simple movement, I pulled my phone out and added her name with no hesitation to the list. My nose was tingling and I smelled a panty-stealing opportunity in the making. She's inviting me to her house? What a chance, how could I not take advantage of this?

15. Shin Ryujin -

I pocketed my phone and headed towards the exit, feeling somewhat more optimistic than before now that I had a start on my plan to collect as many panties as I can. Of course, it wasn't as straightforward as it was with Joohyun and Seulgi, but there was still something there. I'd make it work.

Around this time, some classes were starting to end and the hallways were slowly filling with students leaving their classrooms, all heading off to their next classes or their dorms, or wherever else. Since it was my last class of the day, I was headed to the library to meet up with some of the goobers. We had volleyball practice after all of our classes today, so I was definitely looking forward to that.

I made my way out of my class building and started walking towards the library, pulling my jacket closer together and zipping it up. I can definitely feel the autumn weather getting cooler, and the wind was slowly picking up. I've walked this route a bunch of times, it's pretty much ingrained in my head, which was why it was surprising to see Nakyung approaching me from the opposite direction.

She was walking while talking to two girls that I didn't recognize. We both knew each other's schedules, so I assumed she must've wanted to talk to me about something if she was coming to me. She caught sight of me, stopping for a moment and then proceeding to walk over to me.

"Minjae!" Nakyung exclaimed, "You're finally done with class?"

"Yep, just finished, you too?"

"Yeah," She gestured her hands towards the girls behind her, "Oh! These are my classmates, they're a part of the university's student activities committee. This is Park Jihyo, and this is Im Nayeon."

The girl named Nayeon was the one to step up, extending her hand out, "Nice to meet you!" As I took her hand and shook it, I couldn't help but notice her gummy smile, it was cute and her face was very welcoming.

"I'm Park Jihyo," Jihyo repeated, also holding her hand out. I took her hand and gave it a friendly shake, then retracting back to my side. "I'm actually the president of the committee." Her face grew slightly red, like she was a little bit embarrassed to be introducing herself so formally.

"Oh, sorry ma'am, president! I'm Hwang Minjae," I bowed a little, chuckling at my own joke. Both Jihyo and Nayeon started giggling and Nakyung slapped my shoulder playfully.

"We were actually just talking to Nakyung about hopefully joining the committee," Nayeon added, giving a hopeful smile towards Nakyung. "We're always looking for new members, and thought you'd be a nice fit. You're very friendly and approachable."

"We could definitely use more people like that," Jihyo continued, "Of course, you don't have to feel stressed over it. It's not like we're forcing you. We just thought we'd let you know. If you have any interest, please come join us."

"Yeah, that would be awesome," Nakyung nodded, smiling. I couldn't tell whether she was interested or just saying that to be polite, but it wasn't my place to butt in, so I remained quiet and didn't say anything.

"Our upcoming meeting is next Thursday night," Jihyo said, her smile warm and encouraging. "The meeting room is on the third floor of the student center."

"We're having a little gathering and social time beforehand," Nayeon added. "There's going to be food and drinks, so we hope you can join us."

"Oh, I don't want to intrude if it's supposed to be a committee-only thing," Nakyung shyly responded.

"No, no! It's okay, there's going to be a lot of people, mostly non-committee members. Some are friends or partners, or others just tagging along. Please, you're more than welcome to join." Jihyo was quick to respond, not wanting to let the opportunity pass by. I can definitely see why she was the president. She had a natural charm and was very friendly, but she also had a very passionate aura about her, I can tell.

"Well, I'll definitely think about it and let you know. Thanks for letting me know about it, guys. I'll keep it in mind." Nakyung nodded, giving both Jihyo and Nayeon a warm smile.

"Of course, no problem! We won't take anymore of your time, Nakyung, so we'll get going now. It was nice to meet you as well, Minjae," Nayeon stepped back, taking Jihyo's hand and giving a wave goodbye, "Hopefully we'll see you on Thursday!"

Jihyo and Nayeon proceeded to turn around and walk away, talking amongst themselves. Nakyung waved back and turned her head back towards me, her smile disappearing into a straight line. "They seem cool," I said.

"Yeah," Nakyung nodded. "I've known them for a bit. We share a couple of classes, so we've worked on homework and such together. They're nice."

"So, do you plan on going to the meeting and the social?" I asked, shoving my hands into my pockets and rocking back and forth on my heels.

Nakyung looked like she was thinking, pursing her lips together and then shrugging her shoulders, "Maybe, I don't know."

"Well, it sounds fun," I nudged her, "And you don't do much at home anyways, it'll be a nice way to spend time."

"Yeah," She nodded simply, staring blankly at me. I scrunch my eyebrows together while I stared back, reading the expressionless look she had on her face.

"What's on your mind?" I asked. Nakyung didn't answer right away, her eyes wandering over me as her lips parted open slightly, "Oh, nothing."

"Nothing, huh?" I couldn't explain it any better even if I tried, but the look in her eyes changed in a split second, it was subtle, and barely noticeable. I could've missed it, but her gaze turned more intense.

"Just thinking about those mommy milkers," Nakyung murmured, her lips curled into a devilish smile. I felt my cheeks get hot as the words registered, the suddenness of the comment throwing me off. I had to clear my throat to speak again, "W-What?"

"I didn't stutter," Nakyung chuckled, looking behind me, around us, making sure no one was in earshot. "I was just wondering what size breast pump you'll need to milk those jugs."

"Jesus Christ, Nakyung," I coughed, turning my head away. Where was this coming from? The sudden shift in conversation was very much not what I was expecting, but the heat on my face was undeniable. "What are you talking about?"

"C'mon, don't tell me you didn't notice that Jihyo had some massive honkers," Nakyung laughed, her eyebrows raising, "I'm surprised you were able to keep a straight face through the whole interaction."

"I wasn't thinking about her boobs," I replied defensively, but the words fell flat.

"Sure," Nakyung rolled her eyes, her face sarcastic and unamused.

"What? I wasn't," I tried again. Nakyung's eyes flickered up and down my face, her smirk growing larger and larger. "Hmm, just try to think about them. You definitely saw them, even if you didn't realize it."

"What?" I asked, furrowing my brows together, "Why are you-"

"Just shut up and think about them, you idiot," Nakyung scoffed. She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper, "Pretty please." As she dragged out the last syllable, I thought back to the brief conversation I was witness to, trying to remember as much as I could.

I thought about Jihyo, the image of her smiling and cheerful face in my head, and then the thought drifted down to her chest. She was wearing a gray sweater, a big white star in the center. Holy moly, her boobs were huge. I remember noticing the curves of her chest and her breasts, but I didn't realize the size.

"They were massive weren't they?" She asked, her voice still quiet.

"Yeah," I murmured, awestruck. My brain was working double-time, remembering every little detail of her chest. "It was hard not to look."

"Yeah, tell me about it," Nakyung whispered, biting her lip and smiling, "Those were some huge fucking calcium cannons."

"Fuck," I hissed, a shudder running up my spine. I felt my stomach knot and the front of my pants getting tight, and I tried my hardest to conceal it.

"Nayeon was pretty hot, do you remember anything about her?" Nakyung asked, tilting her head around.

"She was cute, and I thought her smile was nice." I recalled.

"Yeah, and? Tell me more," Nakyung urged, her smile still stuck.

"And," I paused, my heart thumping in my ears, "I-I liked her lips, they were, um, pink. And her legs were... pretty."

"Good one," Nakyung praised, "I'm assuming you're referring to her thighs." As the image of Nayeon resurfaced in my head, my eyes went directly to her thighs. I remember her wearing these tight black shorts, and the way they pinched around her thighs. They were thick, and meaty, and soft-looking. I wondered how they'd feel around my face, how warm they'd be.

"She had a nice ass, didn't she?"

"Um," I blinked, nodding, "Y-yeah." Why was Nakyung so interested in talking about their bodies? And why was it getting to me so much? My pants were already feeling tight, the outline of my semi-hard dick pressing against the fabric, but it wasn't helping that she kept pestering me.

By itself, my mind began to think about what type of panties were underneath their clothing. Did they wear sexy underwear? Did they wear lacy ones? Cute ones? Or were they just normal, cotton ones? Would their panties smell as nice as I think they would? Would their underwear taste sweet or sour? I was thinking about all of the different possibilities and flavors and aromas, my nose tingling.

My body moved on its own, as it fished out my phone from my pocket. With trembling fingers, I clicked on the list, scrolling past the names until I typed out Jihyo and Nayeon respectively. There they were, on the screen, their names typed in and ready to be added. I looked down at Nakyung, her face full of mischief.

16. Park Jihyo -

17. Im Nayeon -

"What's that?" She asked. Her hand wrapped around my wrist as she dragged my arm down, looking over at the screen. She let out a soft laugh, "What's this?"

"That's- uh- that's," I stuttered, struggling to find the right words in the haze that was my mind. Nakyung puckered her lips as she scrolled down my list and finally let go of my wrist. "I'm guessing it's some sort of panties wish list? Am I right?"

"Uh, yeah," I muttered, shoving the phone back into my pocket. Her smirk grew as she stood there silently, her gaze still fixated on me.

"You're lucky I'm your best friend," Nakyung giggled. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around my neck, leaning her head against mine, "Otherwise, I would think that you're a little kinky freak. Which you are."

I let her words simmer and stew, her voice was teasing and taunting. Her eyes were sparkling and the corners of her lips were curved upwards into a mischievous smile. My body felt like it was on fire, I could feel my cheeks burning up and a heat creeping down the sides of my neck.

"Just for you, I'll join that committee," Nakyung sighed, giving me a quick wink.

"For the tits?" I asked, my eyebrows raised.

"And for the panties." Nakyung nodded, giving me a small pat on the back, "Don't you worry, I'll help you steal some fresh pairs somehow. A girl's been bored since Joy's party." She dropped her arms from my neck and swung them around.

"Thank you," I chuckled, giving her a nod.

I looked around us, noticing that the number of wandering students had decreased significantly, while we stood outside. "Well, I should go to the library and wait for the other idiots."

"Mhmm, you go do that," Nakyung agreed. She began to step away, but she stopped for a moment. She turned back to me, her mouth wide open, "Actually, can I see that wish list again? Just real quick."

"Uh, yeah," I reached down into my pocket and took out my phone, holding it out for her to grab. Nakyung reached out and snatched the phone from my grasp, her fingers swiping as she read the list again. I awkwardly adjusted my pants, my semi-erection still pressing uncomfortably against the front of my jeans.

Her lips curled up into a devious smile as she passed my phone back to me, "Actually, Minjae, can we go somewhere?"

"What, where?" I asked, confused by the sudden question. My best friend was usually straightforward with things, she wasn't the type to beat around the bush. So, her asking this out of the blue was surprising, especially with how she had been acting lately.

"C'mon, it'll be quick." Nakyung stated, grabbing onto my arm.

I couldn't help myself as she pretty much dragged me along with her, the two of us heading towards the direction of the Student Village. Her hand felt like a vice, not allowing me the opportunity to wiggle my way out of her grasp.

"We're going to need to use your car," Nakyung's face was still painted with her mischievous smile. "I promise you, you're going to love it."

"Where the hell are we going, Kyung?" I asked. We made our way across the parking lot, my car coming into sight. Nakyung didn't respond as we continued walking, the two of us stopping when we finally reached the vehicle. She held her hand out and gestured at me, "C'mon, gimme your keys."

"Where are we going?" I questioned again, my hand digging into my pocket, pulling out the keys.

"Don't worry about it," Nakyung shook her head, waving her hands dismissively, "You'll see."

I tossed her the keys, her nimble fingers catching them mid-air. She moved around the car, climbing into the driver's seat as I climbed into the passenger's side. Nakyung was quick, the car engine purring to life, and she pulled out of the parking lot.

"Are you gonna tell me where we're going?"

"No, you'll see," She chuckled. She slowly drove us through the campus, eventually until we arrived at another parking lot. This one was on the edge of campus, but I just knew we weren't supposed to be here. Nakyung pulled into a staff parking lot, reserved for the faculty of the school.

"Nakyung, we're not allowed in here," I pointed out.

"Relax," Nakyung smirked, "No one's around. Besides, we're not leaving the car. This shouldn't take too long." She parked the car into a spot and rested her hands atop of the steering wheel.

"Okay, seriously, what are we doing?" I asked, confused.

"I said relax," Nakyung smiled. Her eyes were glued outside of the windshield, watching the lot around us. I leaned forward, trying to look outside, wondering what exactly we were doing.

"We're just going to chill here for a bit," Nakyung hummed.

"In a faculty parking lot?"

"Jeez, just trust me," Nakyung sighed, her hands falling into her lap,

"Can't exactly trust you if I don't know what the fuck we're doing." Nakyung gave me a brief side glance, her eyes rolling and she huffed.

"We're doing a stakeout," She finally answered, her eyes back to searching the parking lot.

"A stakeout?" I repeated, my eyebrows scrunching up, "For what? What are we waiting for?"

"You'll see."

"Nakyung," I sighed, "I swear, if you don't start telling me what the hell is going on, I'm going to lose it."

"Calm down," She said, "Look." Her finger suddenly extended, pointing through the windshield, her eyes narrowed in on something.

I followed her gesture, my eyes squinting to make out a figure walking through the parking lot. It was a petite and slender woman, with black hair tied into a loose ponytail. She wore a white button up blouse, with a pencil skirt and some flats. Matter of fact, I saw this woman just earlier today in class.

9. Professor Kim Taeyeon -

"What? Why are we staking out my teacher all of a sudden?" I asked, turning to Nakyung, my voice incredulous.

"I should've known, even you aren't immune to lusting over Professor Sexy." I felt my face flush at her comment, there was no point in trying to play it off, she's seen the wish list.

"Alright, well, what's the point of all this then?" I sighed, my fingers running through my hair.

"Because," Nakyung started, her tone dripping with honey, "We're going to follow her home."

"What the fuck?" I spat out, my voice louder than expected. I looked at her, bewildered by her suggestion, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Nakyung stared at me, a blank expression on her face, as if she was expecting that response, "I know what I'm doing, don't worry."

"You can't just follow a teacher home, are you fucking crazy?"

"I can," Nakyung said confidently, a smirk tugging at her lips. "And I will."

My chest felt tight, the weight of what was happening was heavy, and my mind was reeling. This is crazy. Even for some panties, this was crazy. The thought of following my teacher home, potentially breaking the law, and doing God knows what, was insane. And yet, Nakyung looked composed, her gaze unwavering as she watched my professor cross the parking lot, heading for her car.

"We can't, Nakyung," I shook my head, the idea seeming more and more outrageous.

"Why not? We just wait for her to drive away, and we'll follow her from a safe distance."

"No, no, no, I have volleyball practice in a bit, and this is fucking crazy." I retorted. Nakyung sighed, dropping her hands from the wheel onto her lap.

"Fine, whatever," She relented, "I'll follow her."

"What the hell, why are you so obsessed with this all of a sudden?" I questioned, shaking my head. For a while there, she was motionless as if she was processing the question. Afterwards, she just shrugged. That's it, no absolute answer, just a shrug telling me, 'I don't know and I don't care.'

"Nakyung, c'mon," I insisted, "Don't be stupid, please."

"Look, just think about it for a second," Nakyung started, "When was the last time you stole some panties? Joy's party, right? What have you done since Joy's party? Nothing."

"I was waiting for another opportunity," I stated, "Not something that involves stalking and following my professor home."

"And that's the problem!" Nakyung snapped, "You're just waiting for an opportunity, and it's never going to come. If you don't seize the moment now, then you're never going to get it." Nakyung's face had twisted, her frustration was showing. She must've realized how agitated she looked because she took a deep breath and relaxed her shoulders, letting out a sigh.

"I'm sorry. I'm just a little frustrated with the fact that you're not willing to take a leap of faith here. You're just being hesitant, Minjae. Afraid of being caught or getting in trouble. But look," She paused, "We're already here. There's no way we'll be caught, and nothing bad is going to happen. So why not do something risky, something adventurous? Something crazy."

It really did feel like her words were pounding holes into my body. She was sort of right. I can't expect to achieve my goal of a collection of panties, filled to the brim, if I just sat around waiting for them to fall into my lap. I would have to put the work in. And if putting in the work means taking a chance and following a sexy teacher home, then I suppose that's what it'll have to be.

"Fine," I caved.

Nakyung's eyebrows raised, her mouth slightly agape, "Fine?"

"Fine."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. You're right," I nodded.

"Hell yes!" Nakyung cheered, a beaming smile plastered on her face. It just so happened that the car that Taeyeon climbed into finally pulled out of its space and started to drive out of the parking lot. Nakyung started the engine, pulling the car out and onto the street, following after Taeyeon's car.

The two of us were quiet as we drove, the tension in the air was thick. My heart was pounding, the sound of my heartbeat ringing in my ears.

"We're just following her home right?" I asked, looking at her nervously, "That's it, right?"

"Mhmm," Nakyung hummed, her eyes on the road, her hands gripping the steering wheel.

"And we're not, like, robbing her or anything like that, right?"

"Of course not," She answered. I looked at her, staring at the side of her face. She looked so casual, her hands lazily resting atop the wheel, and her posture straight. She was completely at ease with what we were doing, and it was baffling. Was this really my best friend? All these years, how have I not known about this side of her?

I think I've been asking myself that more due to the past month. These sudden revelations of what Nakyung was like, or what Nakyung was hiding, has made me realize how little I knew about her. Maybe it's because we're both in our 20s now, maybe it's because we're adults, but something changed.

But, to be fair, I must've changed in her eyes as well. She knows me as a panty stealing pervert who has some weird ass fetish now, and she's okay with that. Maybe I'm being a hypocrite. I shouldn't judge her, because well, I'm not exactly a poster child either. If Nakyung was fine with the whole panty thievery thing, and was fine with helping me steal panties, then shouldn't I be accepting of this?

Yeah, that's right. I'm just being a bad friend.

"Can we make this quick," I asked, "Volleyball practice is really important, and I don't want to be late."

"Yeah, of course, I wouldn't want you missing practice," Nakyung said softly, her head slightly nodding, "It'll probably be over with soon."

"Really?" I asked.

"I hope so."

Soon enough, the car that Nakyung was tailing from a distance finally merged off the highway, exiting and making its way into a suburban area. We followed behind for a little bit until Taeyeon's car eventually turned into a gated community, slowing to a stop at the front gates.

"Fuck, how are we going to get in?" I hissed, realizing the entrance was restricted. Taeyeon's car sat idly until the gates began to open and she proceeded inside. As she went further down the road, the gates closed again.

"Ah, shit. Now we need to figure out a way to sneak in," Nakyung grumbled.

"We can try again later," I reassured, placing a hand on her shoulder. "At least we know she lives in this neighborhood." Nakyung frowned and shook her head.

"Nah, we went all this way already. I just need to figure something out," Nakyung grumbled. Her eyes lit up as she looked into the rearview mirror. Without a word, she fumbled with the hanging keychain and took off the car fob. "Follow my lead." She pushed open her door and got out. Albeit I hesitated a bit but I followed her out. That's when I realized a small line was forming behind us of about two cars.

"Hi! My remote isn't working right now, do you think you can open the gates for us?" Nakyung waved the car fob in her hand, making sure not to hold it up too long for the driver behind us to realize it wasn't a remote. I sheepishly grinned towards them, praying they wouldn't see through Nakyung's lie. Like a miracle, the gate began to open behind us. We quickly shouted our thanks and climbed back into the car.

With a relieved sigh, I leaned my head against the headrest, my shoulders dropping. Nakyung let out a smug chuckle as she drove into the open community, passing the gate. We didn't see Taeyeon's car around anymore, so the two of us drove aimlessly through the neighborhood, looking for her.

"Good thinking," I praised, "That was a good one."

"Just an impulse move, but yeah, it worked," Nakyung responded. The two of us scanned the area, keeping an eye out for a car that looked similar to hers. The houses were huge, the yards were well kept and large. It was a beautiful neighborhood, with a nice and quiet vibe.

"This place is nice," Nakyung commented, her eyes drifting from house to house, taking in the scenery.

"Yeah," I nodded. We were passing through, maybe the 7th street, when I sat up and started slapping Nakyung's arm. I pointed towards the windshield, gesturing at the house we were approaching. "That's her car! Look!"

Taeyeon's car was sitting in the driveway of a nice, one-story home. The outside looked very inviting, a cozy porch with a patio swing and a well landscaped lawn. The house was painted a light green color, and it looked rather new. There was a rather tall wooden fence connected to the house, most likely safeguarding her backyard.

"Holy shit," Nakyung whispered, "We found her house."

"We did it," I sighed, leaning back into my seat. "Okay, cool, let's leave now."

"What, no!" Nakyung protested. "This is a good opportunity."

"No, no, no, I already feel like a creep. This is far enough, Nakyung. Let's go, c'mon," I shook my head.

"You're not a creep, you're a panty thief," Nakyung chuckled, her tone nonchalant.

"I'm serious, this isn't funny. Please, can we just go?"

"No, hold on, we can't waste this. It's too perfect, it's like the universe wanted this to happen," Nakyung whispered, her eyes glued to the house. I glanced over, and it almost looked like she was salivating. She looked like a lion ready to pounce on its prey. "Just, look. I'll park the car, and then we'll go from there."

I groaned, shaking my head. Nakyung ignored my complaints, driving down a little ways until she reached another house just down the street from Taeyeon's. She parked in the empty driveway, probably assuming the house owners weren't home.

"Minjae," She said, her voice low. She reached her hands towards me, gripping my chin. She turned my head so I was facing her, our faces close. "Hear me out, pretty please. We can't waste this. You're a panty thief, and you can't turn down this opportunity. Right? I've helped you get closer to your goal, I've helped you get into this neighborhood, and we're only one step away from stealing Professor Kim's panties."

Her fingers pressed into my cheeks, squishing them as her face got even closer. I could feel her breath fanning over my face, it smelled sweet, like the candy she was. She gave me a soft smile, and her eyes twinkled.

"You want me to break into her house?" I asked, my voice wavering. Nakyung's eyes moved around my face, before she nodded her head. "You're asking me to commit a crime, a felony."

"We're already criminals, we just haven't been caught yet," Nakyung said, her voice low, "And just now, we just followed someone home, and we didn't get caught. We're doing a good job right now, aren't we? Let's keep it that way."

My eyes fell from her, drifting towards the house in this quiet neighborhood. "I-I don't know," I mumbled.

"I wouldn't ask you if I wasn't 100% certain it'll be okay. I know you can do this, Minjae." Her words felt heavy, her eyes were piercing. This was such a big deal, and Nakyung was just taking it in stride. She leaned over and pecked me on the cheek, "Trust me, please."

"Trust you? I don't know, I feel like you're just trying to use me to get your fix," I argued, "You're just horny."

Nakyung shrugged, a soft giggle coming from her, "Maybe." Her hand dropped from my face and her lips formed a small pout, her gaze turned towards the house. I felt her fingers sliding down until they cupped my crotch. She began massaging my cock, which was slowly hardening under her touch.

"And what if I am? You're the one who made me like this. And you know you want this just as bad," Nakyung smirked, leaning in and kissing my cheek. "Right? You were the one who wanted her panties first."

"Well, yeah, but-"

"So why not get them, then?" Nakyung's voice was sweet and innocent, yet it was seductive and dangerous. Her words were hypnotic, and her hand felt so damn good. My brain was conflicted, telling me how stupid it would be to follow her and take the risk, while my cock was begging to go with her.

"But I-," Nakyung silenced me with a kiss.

"Remember? You're my kinky freak. And I'm the bad girl who knows what you want," she said, pulling away and giving me one last squeeze. My eyes met hers, and I saw that mischievous spark, a fiery passion that was hungry for sex and for adventure. Fuck, it was so sexy. Nakyung's face was so enticing and so convincing. How the hell was I supposed to argue with her?

She was right. I did want this, and she knew it. Nakyung knew what would make me tick, and she was doing everything she could to make me happy. At the end of the day, she only wants me to achieve my dream of the ideal panty collection. She's such a good friend to me, how could I refuse her?

"Okay," I conceded, nodding my head. Her lips curled up, a pleased smile appearing on her face.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm," I nodded again. She leaned in and placed another kiss on my lips, but this felt more passionate. She held it there for a second, before breaking the kiss.

"That's a good boy," She murmured, reaching up and cupping my cheek. She ran her thumb across my lips, a pleased hum coming from her, "I knew you wouldn't let me down."

"So, what's the plan?" I turned away from her hand, looking back to Taeyeon's house. Nakyung drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, her eyes scanning the home. We sat there for a bit, letting the sound of Nakyung's drumming echo in my head while I, too, tried to think of a plan.

"I have an idea," Nakyung finally said. "We're assuming her husband isn't home right? There's only one car here. It makes sense."

"I don't even know if she's married or not," I shook my head.

"It was just a thought," She replied.

"So, what's your idea?"

"Well," she started, "She's probably inside, preoccupied with stuff. How do you think she'll react when her car starts going nuts?"

"She'll probably be confused and come out to check on it," I said.

"Right. But what we'll do is have you hiding somewhere on that porch, and when she walks out to check on her car, you just sneak into her house. It's perfect. Easy peasy," She said, a proud smirk appearing on her face. I frowned, turning my attention to her.

"I-Is that it? How will I get out? What if she comes back in and sees me? Will I have to sleepover until I somehow find a way out?"

"No, no, when you're ready, you're going to text me and I'll set off the same distraction with her car and give you a chance to leave," She explained. For a plan that was just thought of at the moment, it wasn't bad, but I just couldn't take 'wasn't bad' when my reputation is on the line.

But, it felt like I was in too deep at this point. My mind was running rampant with thoughts of how I got to this point, how this became my life. But it's a reality, and there was no turning back. So, with a resigned sigh, I unbuckled my seatbelt and pushed open the car door. Nakyung laughed, jumping out the car and following after me.

As we walked closer to the house, she slipped her hand into mine, leaning in closer to my ear, "Don't be nervous, okay? You'll do fine." She gave my hand a tight squeeze, a reassuring gesture. My heart was pounding, but I had no other choice.

"Try hiding behind that porch swing," She pointed towards the white patio swing hanging by the front door. I nodded slowly, getting lost in my head as I felt more aware of my heavy breathing. With my free hand, I ran it through my hair and took a deep breath.

"Hey," Nakyung said softly. She quickly stood on her toes and kissed me. Her hands caressed my face, and she held me close, our lips dancing together. "You're going to do fine, my kinky freak."

Before I could reply, she shuffled towards Taeyeon's car. She tilted her head towards the front door, like she was telling me to make a move on.

"Oh god," I whispered, taking a deep breath and heading towards the house. I stepped up to the door, my body shaking. I moved to the side and crouched behind the low patio swing, hoping it gave me enough cover and I was out of view. My eyes glanced back at Nakyung, who was crouched next to the drivers' side door of Taeyeon's car.

The sound of my pounding heart was almost deafening. It felt like it was in my throat, threatening to pop out and run away. I had to calm down, but my nerves were making it hard to control. My body was tense, my breathing was fast and uneven. Nakyung stared me down, holding up her thumb.

I brought up my own thumb and tried my best to force a smile. Nakyung grabbed the handle of the car door and started rattling it, attempting to open up the locked car. Soon enough, the car theft alarm began going off, filling the air with a blaring, ear piercing noise. Once that happened, Nakyung stood up and started sprinting away before she could be seen with the car.

The sound of a door opening followed not too long after the alarm sounded. My heart felt like it literally dropped and was sinking. Footsteps, light and quick, grew louder and closer.

"What the fuck," A familiar voice cursed.

I held my breath and peeked over the seat of the porch bench. Taeyeon was standing in front of her front door, her hair let out from the ponytail I had seen earlier, her arms folded. She was staring at her car, and her face showed clear signs of confusion.

"Why is my car going off?" She mumbled. I watched her move away from the door, stepping down the porch with her eyes glued to the car. Without wasting any time, I quickly got up and made a move for the door. I slipped through the doorway and was instantly greeted with the smell of her house. It smelled sweet, almost floral. It was a nice and pleasant smell, not too heavy but not too faint either.

The sound of my shoes thudding against the hardwood floor echoed, and I winced, hoping it didn't draw attention to myself. I was breathing hard, trying to calm my heart. I had gotten in, I had done it. I was standing in the entryway of her house. My eyes glanced around, and it felt surreal. It was a nice place, the interior was simple but clean and inviting.

I mean, now that I was in her house, what was next?

"Shit," I mumbled. The car alarm was still going off outside, but I needed to act quickly. If I could find her bedroom, that'd be best.

I stepped further into the house, passing through a small living room with a kitchen right next to it. Her furniture was simple and minimal, a few couches, a coffee table, a TV, and a small dining area. She had pictures lining her wall, a mixture of art and family photos. As I entered her kitchen, I spotted a hallway just on the other side of the room.

Thinking about it, I've already passed through her living room and her kitchen. That hallway must be the only thing that leads to the bedrooms and bathrooms. It made sense. But that was when I noticed the sound of the car was gone. Shit, I was too slow.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chanted, ducking underneath the closest thing, her dining table. I fumbled around, pulling the chairs around, trying to cover me more. I was panicking, I was scared. The only thing running through my head was fear and how badly I was fucking up.

From underneath the table, I heard the front door close shut, and footsteps entered the house. I froze, my body going rigid and cold.

"What the hell was that about?" Taeyeon mumbled, her footsteps growing closer. I saw her legs appear, and I held my breath, trying not to make a single noise. My heart was pounding, and the fear of being caught was almost overwhelming.

She passed the dining table, stepping into the kitchen and heading towards her fridge. The sound of the fridge door opening was loud, and her rustling and clinking was almost deafening.

"Shit, I forgot to go grocery shopping. Ugh, guess it'll have to wait." She shut the fridge door and opened a cupboard. She shuffled some stuff around, before grabbing something. The sound of glass clinking together rang, and the fridge door opened and shut again.

Taeyeon sighed out loud, I eyed her moving against her counter as the sound of pouring liquid echoed. Her bare feet padded across the floor, and I saw her legs again, her thighs and the bottom of her dress. I couldn't help but imagine the panties she wore underneath that dress.

"I need to look over the midterms, shower, eat, clean, plan a new study plan," Taeyeon muttered to herself as she rambled off her list of things she had to do. From where she was standing, I can somewhat see her in full, though her upper chest and face was obscured from my view. She leaned back against her counter while she held onto a glass of wine, her body tensed as she sipped the alcohol.

She definitely looked stressed, and I could only imagine she had a frown on her face. The more I looked at her, the more I felt bad. It was one thing to see her in class and in her professional environment, but it was another seeing her like this, so vulnerable and normal. All of a sudden, she pushed herself off of the counter and walked towards the dining table.

I cupped my mouth, my body freezing. But she didn't see me. Instead, she pulled back a chair and decided to sit down, resting her feet and sighing loudly. She took a few gulps of her wine, and I tried not to stare, but I couldn't help it. Her legs were literally a few inches from my face.

She crossed her legs, and it caused the skirt of her dress to rise higher. From this angle, I was able to get a clear view of her firm, outer thighs. My eyes couldn't help but drift higher and higher, taking in her milky white thighs. They were so smooth and perfect, I wanted to feel them.

The intrusive thoughts in my head fought as I held myself back from reaching out and just feeling my professor's legs. It was wrong, and dangerous, but her body was just calling out to me, tempting me to reach out and touch her.

"Ugh," Taeyeon groaned. The sound of her chair creaking snapped me out of my dirty thoughts. Her feet dangled in midair, and I heard her sigh, followed by the sound of her glass hitting the table. She stretched, a small moan coming from her. This moment felt so sensual, I couldn't believe I was witnessing it.

But the longer I bided my time here, the more I was risking getting caught. Yet, I didn't know what to do. My head was spinning, and it felt like the more I waited, the more likely she was going to discover me. A light vibration against my leg snapped me out of my panicked daze, and I glanced down at the phone in my pocket.

Fuck, please, fuck. Tell me you didn't hear that, I begged. Taeyeon stopped, and I held my breath, closing my eyes. Please, just keep going, I don't care what you do, just keep doing it, I prayed. But the silence was only getting worse. For what felt like an eternity, she just didn't seem to react.

I slowly reached down and pulled my phone out, seeing that the vibration was just a message from Haechan, wondering where I was. Fucking bitch, almost got me caught. But that was it, I needed to get out of here. I pulled up my text with Nakyung and urgently spammed her asking for help.

With the message sent, I quickly slid the phone into my pocket and focused back on Taeyeon, who was still silent. It felt like minutes had gone by, and her silence was getting scary. She wasn't doing anything. Her body wasn't even moving, and if I couldn't see her chest slowly moving, I would've thought she had died.

Then, just like that, the silence was broken. From outside, Taeyeon's car started going nuts again, the same way it did before.

"What the fuck?" She grumbled, pushing herself off her chair. I screamed in my head, thanking Nakyung for saving my ass. The sound of her footsteps was quickly getting fainter and fainter. With her no longer around, I crawled out from underneath the table and got up, dusting off my knees.

I spotted the door to her backyard, just next to her fridge. At the same time, I noticed the window that I was right next to. Something in my guts, bones, whatever the fuck, told me to make this trip worth it though. I couldn't get a pair of panties, but that didn't mean I couldn't give myself a second chance.

I reached out and started fumbling with the window, finding the lock and unlocking it discreetly. I made sure to keep the window just slightly cracked, giving me a chance to break in again in the future. But, for now, I had to leave. I turned away and rushed to the back door, pushing it open and running outside. The car alarm was turned off once again and I bolted around Taeyeon's backyard, deciding to jump and vault her fence.

It was a struggle, but I was able to pull myself over, and I rolled to the ground on the other side. My heart was racing and my mind was a mess, but the relief was overwhelming. I had managed to escape, and no one, not even Taeyeon, had a clue.

"Fucking hell," I cursed. My body was still tense and on high alert, my adrenaline pumping hard. I didn't even have a moment to catch my breath. I had to get out of there as quickly as possible. Running back down the block, I sprinted to where we had parked our car. Nakyung was breathing hard as well as she leaned against the side of the car.

"Did you get caught?" She asked, worry laced in her voice.

"No," I answered, gasping for air. "Fuck, let's go, c'mon." Nakyung nodded and got in the car, starting it up as I slipped inside. We began driving off, leaving Taeyeon's house behind us as we searched for the exit.

"So, did you get her panties?" Nakyung asked. I was still trying to calm my heart and breathing, shaking my head and letting out a groan.

"Fuck, I- No, no, but-"

"But? What happened? Did you get caught?" Her voice raised high, showing clear concern and curiosity.

"No, no, no, I'm okay," I said, leaning back into the seat. "I just didn't get the panties."

"Well, at least you didn't get caught, right? It's fine." Nakyung laughed off the failure, her eyes flickering between me and the road.

"I-I mean, I unlocked the window. Like, the window I was closest to, I opened it. So, next time, I might get her panties." I was rambling and stuttering, but it was because of the adrenaline. Nakyung glanced over with a shocked look on her face.

"Wait, what?" She asked, surprise and disbelief in her tone.

"When you distracted her, I was able to crawl away from this hiding spot and before I left through her backyard, I saw a nearby window. So I just decided to unlock it and run," I explained. I stared off into the distance while my lips curled up into a smile as the plan and scenarios began forming inside of my head. It felt good to finally have a sense of direction and endgame, rather than just wandering blindly and hoping to come up with something.

"You unlocked the window?" Nakyung repeated. "Wait, that's so smart."

"I-I know," I replied, chuckling to myself.

"Holy shit," Nakyung said, laughing along. "Oh god, so, now what? Do you wanna try again?"

"Yeah, maybe in a week or two. When we both settle down, then we can try and plan something else," I suggested.

"Why are we waiting? We can do this tomorrow, right? Why not try again, and actually get the panties this time?"

"I mean, we can. Tomorrow morning would be our best time, she'll leave for the university and we'll have her house for the entire morning before class. If we just wait until she leaves, there's no chance of getting caught." I murmured, thinking of how it would work.

As we silently pulled to a red light, Nakyung's hand rose up and guided my face towards her lips, pressing a chaste kiss. I hummed, smiling and feeling myself melting into her touch. "I'm so proud of you, Minjae. You're my kinky freak," She praised.

Why was I so defensive in the first place? That's right, because this was a dangerous game, and one wrong move, and we're both fucked. But, at the same time, what's life without a little danger, a little bit of spice? Nakyung was right, I just needed to loosen up and take more risks.

As she dropped her hand from my face to place them back onto the wheel, I turned my neck to look out the window. I can't wait for tomorrow.

POW POW POW! There it is, Minjae's first dip into rule-breaking, as if he wasn't already rule-breaking before hand but who's counting? Wow, I really hope this story is flowing as smoothly as I think it is, does everything fit, or does everything makes sense? That's a lot to ask for considering this is a massive world I'm trying to feed you as the reader. That's why I really encourage feedback so I know how I can tailor the future chapters to better suit a more coherant reading experience! 

Definitely don't be afraid to write a comment about the story, whether it be compliments or criticism, I'm really welcoming! You can write about how you're liking the story so far, and the different characters that are being brought into the story! Or you can write about how you wish to see one of your favorite idols being featured on Minjae's wishlist (Though to be fair, I'll only write about idols that pique my own interests so I hope our interests collide). 

Other than that, expect a pretty smutty next chapter when it comes out! - PI