Chapter 12: Pass The Blunt Already

Thursday | October 19th, 2023 | 3:03 PM

The events from this morning had finally caught up to me, my entire body felt sluggish and sore. I was tired and drowsy, and all I wanted was to curl up and go to sleep but there was no chance of me sleeping on the job with Karina and Chungha eyeing me like hawks as the three of us stood in the kitchen. They could smell my fatigue from a mile away.

"Wow, you look awful," Chungha teased, a smirk on her face. "Rough night?"

"Yeah, you could say that." I said, letting out a long yawn. Chungha laughed, and Karina smiled at me.

"Maybe you should have gone to bed earlier," Karina suggested, her voice gentle and soft.

"Yeah, I should have." I casually slipped off my tongue. Karina pulled over a milk crate with her foot and sat down, leaning her head back onto the table behind her. I stood against the wall, lazily staring out the service window at the empty storefront.

"What made you stay up so late?" Chungha asked. "Were you studying?"

"Studying? Yeah, pretty much." I lied. Chungha smirked at me, her eyebrows raised.

"Really?" Chungha scoffed. "I thought you were some genius, Mr. 'I get straight As'." She rolled her eyes, her voice mocking me.

"Yeah, yeah, it's hard to stay perfect forever," I waved my hand dismissively. Karina chuckled at our conversation, and I saw a smile tug at the corner of Chungha's lips. She turned her attention to Karina, the two beginning a conversation of their own.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I was so fucking tired. After walking Nakyung back up to her dorm when we got back, I had to immediately get ready for work. Waking up early and not having time to recover from this morning's adventure, I felt like shit.

My brain felt like mush and the only thing that was keeping me going was the two cans of energy drinks I chugged as I got to work. I'm not sure how long I had zoned out but my train of thought was broken by a tap on my shoulder.

"Hey, do you want to sit for a bit?" Karina asked, her face painted with a worried expression.

"I'm fine, just tired." I shrugged, "I think the lack of customers is putting me to sleep."

"I don't blame you." Chungha piped up. "The only time we're actually busy is during rush hours. There's nothing exciting about being stuck behind the counter in an empty store."

"Yeah," Karina agreed. "At least we get free boba." 

"Yeah, free food is nice," I sighed, my eyelids heavy. Karina tugged on my arm and pulled me over to her milk crate, pushing me down to sit. Feeling the weight off my legs was a massive relief, and my back slumped against the table.

"Thank you." I mumbled, my eyes half-closed.

"It's no problem," Karina said softly, smiling. "If you're really tired, I don't mind working in the front and making the drinks." She patted my head, running her fingers through my hair. I could hear the bell jingling from out front and the sound of the front door opening, but I ignored it, seeing Karina perk up and leave the kitchen.

Although my eyes were heavy, I just couldn't find myself falling asleep so easily. I was tired, sure, but I could just barely keep myself from slipping off into dreamland. My mind was racing and no matter how much I tried to focus on relaxing, my brain always found a way to stray.

My thoughts went back to last night, the vivid image of the sexy, nude figure of Taeyeon coming back to me. Well, Nakyung, but really I was picturing the body of a sex-starved professor. That entire ordeal was something I'd never forget. Getting away with breaking and entering, burglary, and peeping into Taeyeon's personal life was an insane thrill.

I suddenly felt the sensation of being kicked, and my eyes opened wide. I lifted my head up, the weight off my legs gone, and saw Chungha walking away from me and towards the fridges. She crouched down and opened up the fridge, pulling out a bin of frozen fries.

"You mind sleeping somewhere else, I'm trying to work here," Chungha teased. She opened the bin and tossed a handful of fries into a fryer basket before dropping them into the fryer with a loud sizzle. "I'm kidding, by the way. Just felt like kicking you when I looked at you."

"Yeah, yeah," I murmured. I slid me and my crate across the floor, moving towards a back corner of the kitchen, using the corner walls as my support. Chungha giggled and shook her head, her focus already shifted back onto her frying station. I was still a little groggy and out of it, and I had a feeling this was going to be a long day.

Karina eventually came back into the kitchen, spotting me in my new location. "Can't sleep huh?"

"Nope," I shook my head, leaning back against the wall. Karina giggled, "Want me to grab another energy drink?"

"Nah, I should be fine, just keep me talking," I said, smiling. "So, are you ready for the first intramural game?" My time spent practicing in the rec center with the goobers was finally going to pay off. At the start of the week, teams were finalized and the game days were scheduled. With 10 teams confirmed, we had 5 scheduled days filled with volleyball matches. Starting next Wednesday, and then every other Wednesday after that, the playoffs would run for 5 weeks.

"Yeah, I am." Karina said excitedly. "I'm nervous though, but I think we're ready. You guys have been practicing so hard."

"Hmm, but you have people on your team that's played since high school, including you. We're just a group of newbies," I said. Chungha interjected, "But Karina here got lazy after high school, she hasn't kept up with her volleyball skills unlike you, who practices every week."

"Chungha," Karina whined, throwing a plastic spoon towards her. Chungha effortlessly moved out of the way and threw her a shit-eating grin, laughing at the annoyed look on her face. "Sorry, sorry!"

"You're still good though, last year's performance showed it. I'm sure your team will still be hard to beat." I assured her, and Karina smiled back at me.

"Yeah, but hopefully we make it to the finals this year, we lost out in the semis last year by a slim margin." Karina said, her voice tinged with a bit of frustration.

"Hmm, your hopes are high. I'm here hoping we even make it into the top eight," I chuckled. For a quick refresher, I started playing volleyball last year with the goobers and we were absolute ass, pretty much last place overall. We did play through all of our "placement" games, but because we lost all of them, we didn't get a spot in the official brackets.

Since about 10 teams are registered this year, we just have to be placed 8th or above in order to compete in the official brackets. If we get lower than that, then we're knocked off the roster and known as one of the worst teams in the series.

"Oh, shut up. I know you're going to place high, with the amount of time you and your team practices, I'd be concerned if you didn't place." Karina argued.

"Yeah, but there's always room for error," I said. Karina shook her head and crossed her arms. "No, you'll be fine."

"Jeez, you second guess yourself too much," Chungha commented, "Just be confident, it's not that hard."

"Yeah, confidence." I murmured, "Maybe I should."

"Speaking of second guessing, how's you and that one girl?" Karina inquired, changing the topic.

"Hmm?"

"That one girl you were crushing hard on," Chungha recalled, "The one you met in a cafe or something?" Ahh, Haerin. I found myself smiling when her face entered my head.

"Oh, well, I think we became friends."

"Is that good or bad?" Chungha questioned.

"I think it's good. She's still shy and introverted, but she seems to be warming up to me." I told them. "I used my confidence," using my fingers to emphasize confidence, " to talk to her and help her with studying recently, we even had a casual conversation afterwards."

"Aww, congrats." Karina clapped her hands, cheering for me. "Maybe there's hope for you yet."

"Yeah, alright," I rolled my eyes. "Thanks though."

"What'd you find out about her?" Chungha asked, quickly drizzling sauce atop of a plate of fresh fries before sliding the plate out through the service window. Karina spotted the customer waiting for their order and went over to serve them, while Chungha was now listening to me intently.

"Well, I found out she's a bio pre-med major because she wants to be a pediatrician since it was her dream when she was young, and.." I trailed off, not knowing what else to say.

"Is that it? Geez, must've been a boring ass conversation then," Chungha said, scrunching her face. "Come on, dude. Get to know her, do something."

"Well, I mean, she's always occupied with school. I did try to ask her to dinner one time, but she was already tired from studying." I explained. Chungha gave me a blank stare, her jaw slightly hanging open.

"Really?" Chungha's voice was laced with sarcasm. "You're telling me, you didn't try again or anything? No 'what about this weekend' or whatever? Jeez, Minjae. You gotta put some more effort in."

"I wasn't thinking. And I wasn't expecting her to just decline it on the spot."

"Obviously. You have to get her interested first, then work your way into a dinner date." Chungha shook her head, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

"You know, this is why your relationships never last." I shot back. Chungha chuckled, "Yeah, but I get enough dick without trying to date anyone. Besides, most of them are looking for something short term, like a one-night stand. Not a relationship."

"Why are you talking about how much dick you get," Karina cut in as she walked back into the kitchen.

"Because Minjae here is too timid and needs to hear how I get laid while he doesn't." Chungha replied. For a moment, my mind flashed back to Nakyung and the many times I had sex with her, and I was surprised I had the willpower to stop myself from butting in.

"Aww, well maybe Minjae's just careful," Karina said, defending me.

"Yeah, sure, maybe but don't you think you'd want a guy that's a little more... bold, sometimes?"

"You mean, a fuckboy?"

"No, I'm not talking about sex anymore," Chungha clarified. "Like, a guy who isn't afraid to be straightforward. Unlike someone who gives up on asking you out all because you were 'too tired'." I groaned and sunk into my chair, feeling the need to defend myself, but also the desire to just shut up and let Chungha berate me.

"I mean, you're right. My boyfriend first asked me out twice before I said yes." Karina revealed.

"See, Minjae, you have to be like Karina's boyfriend. Stop pussyfooting around and make a move. Maybe even take the opportunity while you're at it." Chungha pointed a pair of metal tongs towards me, as if emphasizing her point.

"I'm not pussyfooting, I just genuinely don't see any chance to make a move. I don't 'hang out' with her, all I know is her name, grades, and that she's a dedicated student that studies every chance she gets. But other than that, nothing. She's hard to approach, and she's always busy. So there's not much room for me to try to make a move."

"Sheesh, there's always room." Chungha huffed. "Don't you have her phone number? Send her a text."

"Ooo, yeah." Karina joined in, nodding her head. "What's stopping you?"

"I... Well," I began, "Nothing, really. But doesn't it look weird to text her out of nowhere?"

"Oh my god, you're hopeless." Chungha muttered, throwing her hands up. "Do you hesitate when your friends text you?"

"Well, no."

"So what's the difference? If she's a friend, then she'd respond back."

"But she's not really my friend yet. It'd be weird." I protested.

"How is she not your friend? You've had conversations, hung out, and you're both on friendly terms, so why isn't she your friend? You literally called her your friend earlier." Chungha explained, exasperated.

"But-"

"Listen, I'm gonna give you my honest advice here, Minjae. And you're probably going to hate it, but trust me, it works."

"Okay." I braced myself, knowing that I'm most likely going to roll my eyes and shake my head at what she's about to tell me.

"You need to take risks. If you think you're not friends, then make a move. If you think she's busy, then make a move. You need to do things and go out of your comfort zone. It'll benefit you, trust me." Chungha finished. She looked at me expectantly, as if waiting for my response. I was still sitting there, mulling over her words and processing the situation.

"She's not wrong, you know," Karina said sweetly. "Just do it, don't think too much about it. What's stopping you?"

I groaned, running my hands through my hair, "I don't really know, I guess. I don't want to mess this up. I just get really nervous when it comes to her. Whenever we were studying together, my heart was racing so fast. Oh dude, hear me out, she looks so pretty when she's focused. Like her nose would scrunch up, and her lips would pout. She's got the prettiest eyes and the most adorable smile.

"Sounds like someone's head over heels," Chungha teased. "You're a little in too deep if you're praising this girl you said you only had a couple conversations with."

"Oh, he's got it bad," Karina snickered. "But I think it's cute."

"Yeah, yeah." I grumbled. I remembered feeling this exact way when I had a crush on Seulgi, wanting to spend every moment with her as I possibly could as her roommate but I just missed my chance. Was I just destined to be the lonely Minjae who just watches his crush from a distance, never having the confidence to take action or to make a move?

Why couldn't I have the same confidence as when I'm breaking into my teacher's house and casually stealing her panties? Why did that version of myself seem to exist when I was doing something so wrong and illegal, but not when it was for the right reasons and was legal? How could I have such a drastic difference in character, and how could the situation call upon such a different mindset and attitude?

As I spent the next few moments playing with my thoughts, what happened next can only be described as a fucking miracle from above. My phone started to vibrate, signaling that I got a text. I reached into my pocket and pulled it out, reading the message:

Haerin

hey minjae!

I think my face made an overly shocked expression because it caught the interest of Chungha and Karina. Being the curious and personal space invaders they were, they swarmed around me to try and sneak a peek at my phone.

"Wait, oh my god, is that her?" Chungha whispered, "This is a fucking sign!"

"See!? Even God wants this to happen for you" Karina squealed, excited. "What's she saying?"

"Nothing, I think she's just waiting for my attention." My thumbs quickly typed out a response:

hey! what's up?

I looked up at the two, nodding approvingly. Chungha pumped a fist, "Good. Good." Soon after, my phone vibrated again:

Haerin

ah, i was just wondering if you were free this week to study with me and some of my friends

i told them about how you helped me study and they wanted me to ask if youd help them study as well

i dont mind paying you if its a bother

"Aww, she thinks she's bothering you." Karina frowned. "She really does seem shy."

"Of course she's not bothering you, right? Tell her so, hurry." Chungha nudged me:

no no no! its no bother at all i can totally help you guys out

"Now hint at your interest in her, make it seem casual but let her know it's because of her you'll help," Chungha advised, giving me a sly wink. Karina agreed with a gasp, clapping her hands quietly:

besides, you asked nicely so how could i say no

I sent the message and looked for approval. Chungha had a neutral face and shrugged, "I mean, it works."

"Yeah, definitely a step forward." Karina added. I sighed and fixed my hair while waiting for her next response:

Haerin

oh thank you im glad haha

From out front, we heard the front door bell chime. Karina turned her head and bit her lip, "Ah, a group just came in." Chungha sighed, "You got it from here, right? We don't need to baby you through this? You're a big boy right?"

"Yeah, yeah." I shooed her off. Karina was already leaving the kitchen as she waved back at me, "Good luck!" Chungha hastily followed behind her, leaving me alone in the kitchen with my phone. I took a deep breath and let it out, trying to ease my nerves:

ah, are we meeting this week then?

just wondering

Haerin

yeah our exam is next week, so as soon as possible would be nice

ill be free tmrw if that works for you guys

Haerin

yeah definitely!

lets meet at the library

you and the library, i swearrr lol

My attempt at trying to keep the conversation alive by joking around didn't go unnoticed. Soon after sending the message, Haerin replied to it with a little 'HAHA' reaction. Seeing the cute little emoji made my chest tighten up and a smile formed on my face. I felt butterflies in my stomach.

"You look so happy right now," I mumbled, seeing the smile on my reflection in my phone screen. Haerin sent back a reply:

Haerin

i swear i dont live in the libraryyy

we just keep running into each other there lol

"Hey, lover boy. You think you can do me a favor?" I lifted my head and saw Chungha poking her head in through the kitchen door. "Karina needs a refill on the black tea dispenser. We should already have some ready to go, can you check if it's in the fridge in the back?"

"Yeah, of course." I replied, throwing my phone onto the table and standing up from the ground. I went around to the back of the kitchen and opened the fridge, scanning the inside. There it was, on the bottom shelf, a large plastic container with a dark black liquid inside. I reached for the handle and grabbed it, slowly pulling it out.

I hefted it up and out of the fridge and headed for the kitchen exit. As I pushed the door open with my shoulder, I carried the bin over towards the black tea dispenser where the other drink dispensers were located. I carefully poured the tea into the dispenser's reservoir tank, letting it flow down slowly.

Once I emptied the entire thing, I wiped the container clean with a nearby rag, and returned to the back of the kitchen. I tossed the container into the sink, letting the stack of dirty dishes catch it. I was about to head back out and ask Karina or Chungha if they needed anything else but I heard my phone vibrate on the table.

I jogged over and sat back down, picking my phone up:

Haerin

well anyways, ill see u tmrw

thanks again

Awh fuck, I forgot about responding. The way it sounded, Haerin must've been waiting a while for a response, which is what she must've meant with her "well anyways". Fuck, I'm so fucking dumb, I can't believe I let her wait that long. I'm so stupid:

yeah definitely! ill see you then

I tried to save face, and sent the message. I groaned, slamming my hand onto my forehead and dropping my phone on the table. It wasn't like this was a life or death situation, but it still sucked ass. My only hope is that Haerin didn't think too much of it like how I was doing.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath. This might be a twisted way to look at it, but maybe I should treat tomorrow as if it's my last chance to make a move with Haerin. If I fail and nothing happens between us, then that's it. I'm clearly not in the right mindset to actually make any progress, so my only chance would be to try and push past the mental blockade that's preventing me from taking action.

I've done so many things that are considered to be 'taboo' and illegal. Why is something that's supposed to be positive and natural, like asking a girl out, something that scares me so much? It just doesn't make sense. I took a deep breath, making a massive mental note in my head to do everything in my power to take action tomorrow.

I turned towards and started walking for the kitchen exit, deciding to go help Karina and Chungha serve the customers that were continuing to walk in.

After about six hours, the long rush had died down and the last customer exited the cafe, leaving a tired and exhausted me, Chungha, and Karina to finally close up shop.

"Ahh, I can't feel my legs." Karina complained, rubbing her calf.

"What the hell was up today, we almost usually never have rushes on Thursdays." Chungha whined, rubbing the back of her neck.

"That was brutal," I commented, "but we're finally done."

"I can't wait to get home, I'm so tired." Karina yawned, stretching her arms out. "You have any plans, Minjae?"

"Fuck, I'm for sure knocking out when I get home." Karina laughed, undoing her apron and folding it up, "Oh, I bet. Me too."

"Let's start cleaning so we can get the fuck out of here." Chungha called out, "I'm going to start on the dishes." She turned towards me, "Can you clean the kitchen?"

"Yup." I nodded. Chungha started to roll up her sleeves as she entered the kitchen.

"I'm going to clean the front and the tables. Call if you need help, alright?" Karina gave me a smile and turned towards the drawers underneath the register. My eyes glanced down for a moment, acknowledging Karina's cute and round butt. She was wearing black leggings, so they accentuated her body well, hugging tightly onto her shapely legs.

"Damn." I murmured, my eyes glued to the round, juicy butt. It was plump, perky, and round. I was mesmerized and hypnotized, watching the butt move as Karina leaned over and picked up a cleaning rag and bottle of spray. That was when I noticed it.

There was a clear outline of a panty underneath the tight leggings. I could see the outline of the fabric and where the seams were, which indicated what style it was. I even knew what color it was, as a sliver of pink was peeking out from the waistband of her leggings.

I gulped, feeling a slight erection start to build. Pink briefs, the most innocent and childish kind of underwear. Karina was so sweet and innocent, and to imagine that she was wearing such an innocent looking pair of undies was... hot. It was hot, and sexy. I swallowed my thoughts, bringing myself back to reality and snapping myself out of my trance.

I had a job to do, and a boner wasn't going to help. I turned and headed for the kitchen, hearing the sound of water splashing and Chungha humming a song to herself. I walked around the kitchen island and towards the counters near the food station, noting the various ingredients and condiments that were lying around.

I started on wiping down the counters and the various cookware and tools, organizing the things that were misplaced. Once I had cleared all the counters and wiped them clean, I moved onto the fridge, washing and wiping down the racks. After that, I got to sweeping the floor of the kitchen. During that, I heard a short shriek come from the sink where Chungha was.

"Oh god, it's so fucking cold!" Chungha hissed, shaking her hands out. She was standing in a flinched position, as if something had startled her. I chuckled, "Everything alright there?"

"I fucking sprayed myself with the water," Chungha groaned. "A bowl fell into the sink and the water bounced off it, hitting the fuck out of me."

"That's what you get." I laughed, shaking my head. Chungha pouted, undoing her apron that she kept on for washing the dishes, "At least the apron took most of it." She hung the apron up and dried her hands. Sure, the apron was drenched but Chungha's white t-shirt was damp as well.

It was clinging to her body and hugging onto her curves, showing off her slim waist, full and perky breasts, and even the outlines of her bra. The white shirt was practically see-through, and I could tell Chungha's nipples were hard, most likely from the shock of getting wet.

"Fucking shit." I hissed. Her bra was black, a solid color one. It looked like a regular everyday bra, nothing special, but I had no doubt it was supporting Chungha's breasts very well. I turned my head, trying to focus on sweeping and ignoring the sudden thoughts of Chungha's breasts in my head.

The way they looked in the wet shirt, they looked so perky, and they didn't really sag or droop down. It seemed like the bra was working and doing its job well. I continued to sweep, feeling the bulge in my pants start to grow.

"Fuck." I cursed, feeling the tent start to rise. Fuck, they were both so attractive and hot. How could I not get an erection, especially after seeing them both in such... compromising positions? Fuck, fuck, fuck. A sigh of defeat left my lips and I shook my head. These intrusive thoughts were going to haunt me, and it's something that was going to distract me for the next week or so. It was hard not to imagine their bodies. Their legs and arms and abs, fuck, their asses and chests. I wanted to run my fingers down their curves and squeeze their flesh.

I needed their fucking underwear, in my hands, my face, my collection. I pulled out my phone, opening up my Notes app to my wish list and started adding on to it.

18. Yoo Karina

19. Kim Chungha

I closed my phone, gripped my broomstick, and continued to sweep the floor. It wasn't the best way to calm my urges and sexual desire, but it worked for the time being. About fifteen minutes later, the three of us were done with our cleaning duties. We packed our things and headed outside, locking the doors.

"See you two on Monday." Chungha called out. Karina waved back, "Bye, have a good night." I gave them a wave as well, walking down the street in the opposite direction of where they were going. My home wasn't that far, and luckily, there weren't that many people on the streets. As I got closer to my car, my phone started to ring.

I eyed the screen, a named number was displayed across the screen. It just had the letter, ‘R’. A look of confusion washed over me, and I hesitated for a few moments before answering.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey, it's Ryujin." I almost facepalmed myself as I remembered about my classmate from yesterday. I must've gotten caught up in robbing my professor that I totally forgot Ryujin and that I had to work on our English project together at her house.

"Oh shit, hi!" I gasped.

"I forgot to tell you I left work and I'm almost at my house," She informed me, "You can come over anytime, just text me before you're on your way."

"Cool, cool," I nodded while looking up at the clock, "I actually just got out of work just now too. I'll be on my way right now."

"Alright, see you later." She hung up, and I sighed in relief. I'm glad Ryujin didn't sound mad, I made it pretty obvious that I forgot about our meeting today. I let out a deep sigh. Hopefully the project is easier than expected, because sleeping was going to have to wait for now.

Thursday | October 19th, 2023 | 9:31 PM

Ryujin and I haven't hung out much or really at all. All we knew about each other is that we're classmates, but not much else. I mean, I've noticed her around school but I've never spoken to her. She definitely fit the definition of a 'tomboy'. Choppy, black hair, a low, husky voice, and a casual wardrobe of sweatpants and hoodies. It didn't seem like she cared much for her looks, not that I thought she should. Ryujin was attractive, her face was small and her eyes were bright and sharp, which added onto her tomboy look.

Her voice was deep and sultry, something that was oddly addicting to listen to. The way she talked had me wanting to listen to her speak all day. Maybe she would boss me around, talk dirty to me. That'd be really fucking hot, and my dick agreed. Fuck, if I was lucky maybe, just fucking maybe, I'd steal some panties from her.

Maybe she's got a pair of thongs or boyshorts that would fit her, a nice lacy pink or black or white or any other color would look natural against her skin tone. Fuck, just thinking about stealing her panties was getting me hot and bothered. My eyes glanced over to my glove box for a brief moment. I reached over and opened up the glove box. My hand searched around until it came into contact with soft fabric.

After dropping Nakyung off, I had decided to stash my payload from Taeyeon's house in the glovebox. I wasn't just going to carry a wad of underwear around while I was working, now would I? I unfolded the plain black panties, letting them unravel in my lap. They weren't the best quality, probably the most average pair of panties in my collection. But that's what makes them so good.

Such a boring pair of underwear belonged to a seemingly boring professor, but I've seen the way she was bent and used by her ex-husband. My fingers mindlessly rubbed the fabric, the feeling of the cotton material felt good against my fingertips. Today must've been the horniest I've ever been in my entire life. I lusted over my professor, my best friend, my two coworkers, and now I was getting hard thinking about my project partner. Five people in one day.

"Fuck," I groaned. "I need more." Palming the panties was all I needed to strike a fire in my core. It wasn't enough, Taeyeon wasn't enough for me right now. I needed Ryujin's underwear right now, dirty or clean, it didn't matter to me. Two panty raids in one day would be a huge step forward in growing my collection.

I looked up towards the house I was stopped at. After the phone call, I had put her address into Maps and followed the directions here. I've been sitting here for a few minutes now, getting lost down a rabbit hole in my own head. I coughed into Taeyeon's panties, shaking myself back to reality. I tossed the underwear back into the glovebox, and stepped out of the car, closing the door behind me and starting towards the front door.

The house itself was nice, with a white painted exterior, black shutters, and a gray roof. It had two floors, and a driveway leading up to the garage door. There was a car parked in the driveway, which I'm assuming is Ryujin's. The car itself wasn't anything flashy, just a basic Honda Civic. My eyes glanced around the neighborhood. It seemed very peaceful and quiet. Most of the homes had nice lawns, and no cars were parked outside.

Call it stereotyping but I would've assumed Ryujin lived in a crappy apartment somewhere or a trailer park. She just didn't seem like a girl who would live in a quiet and pristine neighborhood like this, something that made her a lot more... normal. My eyes wandered around the driveway, noting that no cars were parked next to the Honda. The rest of the driveway was empty, so I assumed Ryujin was home alone.

Stepping up to the front door, I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. I could hear muffled footsteps approaching, and the door swung open a few moments later.

"Oh, uh, hello," I suddenly stammered. Standing before me was someone I didn't recognize, a girl, a beautiful girl. Her dark brown hair was wavy, stopping below her shoulders. Her eyes were big, a dark chocolate brown that almost seemed black, her eyeliner and mascara complimenting them perfectly. Her lips were pouty and glossy.

Her skin was smooth, pale, and flawless, and her cheeks were a nice peachy pink. She was tall for a girl, being just a bit shorter than me, and she had a slender and lean build, her outfit showing it off quite well. The first thing that caught my attention was her black cropped-tee, which was just a tad too short for her torso, revealing her midriff. Her waist tapered in and her hips flared out, creating a perfect hourglass shape. She had on a pair of plaid pajama pants, the kind with an elastic waistband, which fit tightly around her wide hips.

"Oh, are you Minjae?" She asked. Her voice was higher pitched, but not obnoxiously so. Her voice was so smooth and silky and sweet, it was entrancing just as Ryujin's voice was. The pieces fit together as I concluded this must've been her sister or something. I guess I was wrong about Ryujin being the only one home.

"Yeah, yeah that's me." I nodded, feeling my throat tighten a little. The girl smiled, and my heart stopped. I could see her white, perfect teeth, and her smile was just so beautiful. Fuck, her smile was making me weak, I had to fight the urge to fall to my knees. She stepped aside, holding the door open, "Come on in, Ryujin was just quickly eating while she waited for you."

"Thanks." I mumbled, stepping inside and removing my shoes. She closed the door and started walking down the hall. My eyes fell to her ass, the way the plaid pajama pants were snug around her waist. She didn't have a huge ass, but it was just enough. Her hips moved as she walked, swaying with a feminine and sexy rhythm.

Make that six people I've lusted over today. She was definitely a stunner, and my cock agreed with a twitch. This family had some amazing genes and their parents definitely did a good job. Her body was slim and curvy, and she looked absolutely gorgeous. I needed her underwear also, badly, but that was going to be harder than it sounded. She suddenly looked back, and I averted my eyes quickly enough, acting interested in the wall of the house.

"My name's Shin Yuna." She introduced herself, "I'm Ryujin's younger sister."

"Oh, how much younger?" I curiously asked.

"Just by a year." Yuna responded. Younger than me by a year? Fuck, this girl had to have been the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on. Yuna turned and led me down the hall, bringing me into a small kitchen area. Sitting at the table was Ryujin, shoveling noodles into her mouth. I looked over the table and saw that the bowl was half empty.

"Hey." Ryujin's voice was the same husky and raspy tone that had me so excited earlier. She was still in her work uniform, a gray polo tucked into black skinny jeans, and her hair was a bit messy and disheveled. But even after a long shift at work, she was still gorgeous.

"Sorry for taking a bit." I apologized.

"No problem, you're actually a few minutes earlier than I thought," Ryujin spoke, her voice so soothing and deep. She slurped up a few noodles, "Sorry, I was starving when I got home, I haven't eaten since this morning."

"Haha, no you're fine," I assured. My feet played around while I stood in the middle of their kitchen, unsure of what to do next. "How was work for you?"

"I'm fucking tired." She chuckled.

"Same," I laughed along. "Hopefully this doesn't take long."

Yuna wrapped around the kitchen island and leaned against the counter, her hands resting on the countertop, "What kind of project are you guys working on?"

"Just some dumb acting thing. We got to make a professional script and film ourselves reading it," Ryujin explained, "It's for English, which is stupid."

"Oh," Yuna nodded, "Well, that doesn't seem too bad."

"Yeah," I nodded. "Shouldn't be that hard but I won't lie to you. I completely forgot we were meeting today and I forgot my stuff." I blushed in embarrassment as I knew my head was more focused on something else this morning.

"You're stupid," Ryujin rolled her eyes, but the hint of a smile on her face showed that she wasn't actually upset.

"Yeah," I chuckled, rubbing the back of my head. "That's my bad." Yuna chuckled off to the side, I peeked over and saw her crescent eyes glued to me.

"If you need a laptop to work on the project, I don't mind letting you borrow mine." She offered, already pushing off from the countertop and walking out of the kitchen. I heard the sounds of footsteps ascending stairs, and Ryujin called out, "You don't have to Yuna, really!"

"It's no problem!" She shouted back, her footsteps echoing above our heads. Ryujin slurped a few more noodles, and then pushed the bowl away from her, signaling she was done.

"Your sister is so nice." I spoke up, turning my attention to Ryujin.

"Yeah, she can be," Ryujin scoffed, "Don't let her charm fool you, she can be a fucking brat." She looked around and pushed herself off of the counter. "C'mon, we can work downstairs in the basement."

"Sweet, alright." I nodded, following Ryujin down a set of stairs and into a nice living room, decorated with a couple couches, a large flat-screen tv, and a desk with a desktop computer on it. It looked to be a nice space, and I couldn't help but think how cool it'd be to have a living room like this as my bedroom.

"Sorry if it's messy." Ryujin apologized. "I didn't really have time to clean before you came over."

"It's cool," I assured, "My room's not much better." Ryujin chuckled lightly.

"Nice." She commented, walking over to the desk. From behind, I heard the stairs creak. Not going to lie, I did flinch a little. I whipped my head around and saw Yuna descending the stairs, laptop in hand. I didn't even hear her walk down the stairs from upstairs, she was surprisingly light on her feet.

"Calm down, it's just me," She teased, seeing the expression on my face. "Here's my laptop." Yuna handed it over to me. Call me delusional, but her eyes seemed to linger a bit longer as I accepted the laptop.

"Thank you so much." I bowed my head.

"It's nothing." Yuna brushed it off. She then clasped her hands together and announced, "You guys have fun with your project, I'll be in my room if you need anything Ryujin." The older sister grunted and nodded, and Yuna turned on her heel, her hips swinging as she walked out of the basement.

I couldn't help but stare, she had such a hypnotic and sultry figure, the way her body moved, the swaying of her hips. Fuck, what a tease. I looked back down at the laptop in my hand, a weight I had failed to realize I was carrying.

"Well, should we get started?" Ryujin asked, snapping me out of a daze.

"Right, yeah," I nodded. Ryujin sat down in the office chair, "You can sit on the couch while I work over here." She spun in the chair, grabbing the mouse and moving it around the pad, waking up the computer. I made my way over to the couch, placing Yuna's laptop down on the coffee table and taking a seat.

I fell back into the soft couch, opening the laptop and letting it boot up. Yuna's desktop was decorated with tiles upon tiles of pictures, documents, and programs. I looked over towards Ryujin, who was turned around, focused on her own desktop. Turning back to the laptop, I felt tempted to search through the girl's laptop and see if I could find anything worthwhile like I did with Nakyung's roommate's laptop.

"So what're you thinking of picking for the project?" Ryujin's voice suddenly brought me out of the temptation.

"Uh," I stammered, quickly opening up a browser instead, shaking any ideas of snooping for now. "I dunno, any ideas?"

"Hmm, I think the simplest thing we can really do is like a news anchor scenario, where we act like newscasters, and we talk about random topics, maybe like current events." She suggested, and I was surprised that she already had an idea.

"Oh, yeah that sounds like it'll be simple enough," I agreed, looking down at the keyboard and trying to think of topics that we can use.

"Alright, should we just write it up or something? We can make up our own topics, or we can go online and try to find some news articles that we can act with. It's up to you."

"Maybe a combination of the two, like a mixture of real-world things and our own thing." I added.

"Yeah, that's a good idea." Ryujin agreed. I started typing on the laptop, creating a new document, and began to type a script of what we could possibly do. "Also, we have to make sure we're using proper language and shit. The rubric said the professor's looking primarily for our usage of technical writing. So we should make sure we're keeping up with all that bullshit."

"Mhm, right." I nodded. The document was just starting to take form as I typed down a few sentences, "Let me know if you want to add anything, just comment in the doc."

"Sounds good." Ryujin's voice trailed off. I felt the urge to look over at her again, but I forced myself to keep my head down and my eyes glued to the screen. The next hour went by smoothly, the two of us bouncing ideas off of each other, adding and editing the script that we were building.

"Hmm, we definitely don't have enough time to record this. We should also proofread most of it, make sure it sounds right." Ryujin noted.

"Fair enough, want to plan a day for us to record?" I suggested.

"Sure, when are you free again?" She asked.

"Uh," I hummed. "In two days? I'm doing something tomorrow." I answered, remembering my study session with Haerin tomorrow.

"Oh, okay." Ryujin mumbled. "I have work that day so we’ll probably have to meet in the evening again, is that okay?"

"Yeah, sure." I nodded. "I'll be sure to have my stuff then."

Ryujin chuckled, albeit sounding a bit more comfortable now than earlier. Maybe we were both just tired and stressed and nervous about this project, and the air just needed to settle down and be fine. It made me a bit more at ease to know she was comfortable, and I could feel myself becoming a bit more relaxed.

From the couch, I stared at Ryujin from behind. From behind, she was a very pretty sight, and her booty was looking delicious in those work pants she had on. She was leaned forward in her chair, her ass stuck out against the cushion. Her butt was round and firm, and the curve of her butt was a sight to behold.

I couldn't help but imagine the panties she wore under her work uniform. What color was it? Black? Pink? White? Red? What type was it? Bikini? Granny? Or maybe something a little risqué, like a thong or a g-string. The thought alone had my cock beginning to swell. I pushed back Yuna's laptop on the coffee table and peeked at my growing erection underneath my pants.

It was becoming too obvious, and I could feel it pressing against my boxers. Fuck, I needed to get out of here. I made it a show to stand up loudly, getting Ryujin's attention. "Hey, can I use the bathroom?" I called over.

"Oh, right," Ryujin stood up from her seat and pointed up the stairs from the basement, "Up the stairs, down the hallway, second door on your right."

"Thanks." I walked calmly out of the room and up the stairs. My footsteps were slow, each footfall echoing throughout the empty house. My ears pricked at the sound of movement in the basement, was she behind me? Or was she just seeing what I had done on her sister's laptop? It didn't matter, as long as she stayed in the basement.

My mind was set on one thing. I slowly wandered around the eerily quiet house, before finding stairs which led upstairs to the second floor. This had to be where the bedrooms were, where the holy grail of Ryujin's panties resided.

As I went up, a door to a room came into view, and as I approached, the door was slightly opened by a crack. I could see inside and what was visible was a nice, simple, clean room, with a bed in the middle from what I could see.

Was it Ryujin's bedroom? I felt like it was too good to be true. I was about to reach for the handle and enter the room when I heard the sound of a door opening from my right. Immediately, I whipped my head to the side, my heart leaping into my throat and my breath hitching.

"What're you doing?" Yuna asked, stepping out from a room. It felt like loud alarms were going off in my head, red flashing lights blaring through the corridors. My mouth went dry, and the blood was pounding in my ears.

"O-oh, uh," I stuttered, "I-I was looking for the bathroom."

"The bathroom is on the first floor, it's the door closest to the stairs," She informed, a quizzical look in her eye, "Or did you not know that?"

"O-oh, no, haha, sorry," I lied, a fake laugh leaving my throat. "I, uh, just got a little lost."

"A little? You're upstairs." She giggled. Her laughter sounded beautiful, and her smile was adorable, and the way she scrunched her nose was cute. "It's fine, there's a bathroom right there." She pointed to a door at the end of the hall.

"Oh, uh, yeah, okay." I nodded, and stepped away from Ryujin's door. I could feel her eyes burning the back of my head as I walked towards the bathroom. The door creaked slightly as I stepped in, and immediately locked it. I took a deep breath to myself once I finally had a chance.

I clenched my right hand into a fist and bit my knuckle, suppressing the nervousness bubbling up inside. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Yuna probably thinks I'm a weirdo or a pervert or something. She has to be at least a little bit suspicious. My legs felt weak, and I melted onto the floor, resting my back against the wall.

Fuck, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck. What did she see? Did she see me pressing my eyes against her sister's door? Does she know I'm up here snooping for panties? Did she think I was just lost and had no idea what I was doing? Why am I such an idiot? My teeth dug into the flesh of my hand, the pain only barely subsiding the overwhelming stress and panic and anxiety coursing through me.

I honestly felt like throwing up, or crying. God, what the fuck is wrong with me? I'm a fucking dumbass. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! But, that's when I spotted it. A closed laundry hamper in the corner of the room. The lid was shut tight, and the handle was locked. This must be where they kept their dirty laundry. I imagined it, the two hot sisters, after taking their showers, they'd deposit their dirty clothes in this hamper for convenience.

I pathetically crawled across the floor, the bathroom tiling was cold underneath me, my palms scraping against the surface. I felt a tingling sensation in the back of my brain, the familiar excitement and arousal of doing something naughty.

My hands fumbled with the lock on the laundry basket, my heart beating fast, and a bead of sweat dripping down my forehead. The lock clicked open, and the lid flung open. Immediately, I dove my head in, sticking my face inside. But fuck me, the fucking hamper was fucking empty.

This is not good, not at all. There was nothing. This hamper was fucking empty, meaning I wasted my time coming up here, maybe getting caught, for fucking nothing. There were no panties. I quietly closed the hamper and stood up from the ground, a pit forming in my stomach. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, the stress and pressure getting to me.

I couldn't just stay here all day, I had to leave. With one final deep breath, I pretended to flush the toilet and wash my hands. I turned off the water and unlocked the bathroom door, slowly opening it.

As I stepped outside, Yuna was still standing in front of her door, her eyes glued to her phone before they looked up at me after hearing me exit the bathroom. She softly smiled and put her phone away into her pants pocket.

"Find everything alright?" She asked, tilting her head cutely.

"Yeah, no, yeah," I stammered nervously, "Just needed to, you know, pee."

"Right," She smiled, a cute giggle leaving her mouth, "I thought I'd make sure you leave the bathroom, wouldn't want you to get lost again."

I forced out a laugh, "Thanks." As the air around me began to feel awkward and choke me, I started walking towards the flight of stairs back down to the first floor. "I'm going to head back to Ryujin, thanks again Yuna."

"Oh, uh, yeah! No problem at all! You're welcome." She walked past me and towards the bathroom, stopping right at the entrance and turned around. "Are you and my sister almost done, by the way?"

"I, uh, think so. For now, though. We're planning to meet here again in two days, so if that works for her, I'll be coming back then." I told her. Yuna's eyes flashed, and her smile widened a little.

"That's good, she needs more friends," She teased. "And you seem nice, I'd love for you to come back."

"I, uh," I stumbled, not knowing how to respond to that. What? What does that mean? Is she for real? Or is she fucking with me? "Well, uh, see ya." The younger girl hummed and closed the bathroom door behind her. I took a deep breath, turning around and walking down the stairs.

As I crossed through the kitchen, heading towards the basement after the harrowing experience upstairs, I found my eyes locking on a decorative key rack hanging on the wall. That familiar feeling of scheming and plotting returned, but there was a slight hesitation. I've already had a close call. Do I really want to push my luck again?

Fuck it, I've come this far. I glanced back towards the direction of the stairs. There were no sounds, so I guess that means Yuna's not coming downstairs yet nor was Ryujin coming upstairs. I approached the key rack. There were two bundles of keys, fitted onto two rack hooks with two empty ones sitting next to them. Without a moment of hesitation and no time to waste, I carefully picked one bundle up.

They jingled in my hands, the sound making me wince. Fuck, that was loud, way too loud. I fiddled with the keys, eventually finding a car fob with the engraved letters "YUNA" across the top. I kept searching through her keys until I found what I was after. It was a key attached to a metal decorative piece made to look like a house. My hands were shaking and fumbling with the keys as I tried to take the house key off, making too much little noise I didn't want.

My mind was racing and I was thinking a million miles a minute. This was so risky, this was so stupid, why was I even doing this? But it was too late, the idea was in my head, and the opportunity presented itself to me. There was no going back. Finally, after what felt like ages, the key came off the ring and I hurriedly shoved it into my pocket.

I didn't stop to think it through, before hooking the bundle back onto the wall. A wave of relief washed over me, but I didn't take time to savor it before immediately walking towards the basement door. Ryujin was in the exact position as I had left her, leaning back into her chair while she stared longingly at the desktop screen. When I entered the room, her eyes glanced at me before returning to the computer.

"Found everything alright?" Ryujin asked, low and monotonous.

"Yeah, got a bit lost," I lied, taking a seat across from her. "Luckily Yuna showed me the bathroom."

"Mhm." She muttered, not paying much attention to me. She didn't seem suspicious about my absence, which was good. I even brought up the fact that Yuna saw me, before Yuna could beat me to the punch and cause Ryujin to be suspicious. "I think now's a good place to wrap up thought. While you were using the bathroom, I finished up the script for us, and it's just about complete. Just needs some proofreading."

"Sounds good," I agreed. "We can do that when we meet up again, yeah?"

"Mhm, the project isn't due until about a week or so. We don't have to stress about it much," she assured. Ryujin rubbed her eyes aggressively and sighed, her eyes clearly tired and droopy. "Yeah, sounds good." I nodded. Ryujin looked really exhausted, and the time on her sister's laptop showed it was past 10PM, almost hitting 11PM. It was definitely late, and I probably should leave as quickly as possible. "Well, I'm not gonna bother you any longer, I'm going to head out."

I stood up and grabbed Yuna's laptop, closing the lid and leaving it on the coffee table. "Right, right." She nodded, slowly standing up from her chair. "When the day comes, I'll try to text you or call you whenever I get off work so you can drive over," Ryujin told, yawning mid-sentence.

"Yeah, okay, sounds good." I replied, turning my back and starting to head up the stairs. I can hear Ryujin shuffling after me, and soon her footsteps were trailing after mine. As I walked into the main hallway, I spotted Yuna standing in the middle of the kitchen, a cup of water in her hand.

"Done already?" Yuna asked, looking up.

"Not yet, we didn't get much done today," I explained, "We decided to just meet up again some time this week."

"Looking forward to seeing you again, get home safe!" Yuna nodded her head, her eyes darting to Ryujin as she stood next to me. "Are you going to go to sleep, Ryujin?"

"Uh, not yet." Ryujin mumbled as she walked past me and towards the kitchen, stopping at a drawer and leaning against it. "Just go to sleep, I'll be back." I noticed how close she was to the key rack, and it sent chills down my spine. The metal key felt hot inside of my pocket, burning a hole and screaming at me to leave.

"Oh, alright," Yuna pouted. "Don't stay up too late, you'll turn into a vampire." Ryujin didn't pay much attention, her focus directed towards the ceiling. Yuna looked over at me and waved, "It was nice to meet you Minjae, I hope we see each other again."

"Me too, see you," I waved, smiling back at her. Yuna turned away and left, going down the hallway and disappearing up the stairs. I heard Ryujin sigh out loud next to me, and then shuffle her feet across the tile. She pushed herself off the counter and opened the drawer she was leaning on, running her hands inside before pulling out a small Ziploc bag quickly and shutting the drawer closed.

Ryujin led me back to the front door and opened it, letting me step out. Ryujin followed me out and closed the door behind her. "See ya, Minjae." She sighed while opening up the Ziploc and revealing its contents. Inside the baggie were rolled up blunts, about four of them in total. My eyes widened in shock and surprise, I didn't expect to see Ryujin casually place a blunt against her lips tonight.

"You smoke weed?" I asked, shocked.

"Not really, just once in a while." Ryujin replied. She held up a lighter, its flame flicking and igniting the tip of the blunt. "Just helps with my nerves and stress. I'm usually pretty busy during the day and don't have time." She shrugged, inhaling deeply before exhaling the smoke out of her mouth. I stared on as I watched the smoke waft into the air, Ryujin's chest slightly puffing out from the smoke entering her lungs.

Her eyes looked more awake, as if she was rejuvenated, and a soft smile appeared on her lips. She definitely seemed so much more relaxed. Her face looked calm and her expression was much more gentle. I didn't realize how long I had been staring at her, until her eyes met mine, a sly smirk forming on her lips.

"What, you want a hit?" Ryujin offered the blunt towards me.

"No, I don't really do that stuff," I admitted, a little embarrassed, "I've tried it once or twice, but I don't think it's really for me."

"Really?" Ryujin teased, her lips curled into a playful smirk.

"Maybe, next time." I shrugged, not really knowing what else to say. Ryujin nodded her head and took another long inhale, "I'll hold you on that. Next time, for sure."

We both softly laughed together. This was the most relaxed and chill Ryujin had been the entire night, and I really did prefer her like this. I liked seeing her this relaxed and at ease, and even her smile and her laughter seemed so much brighter and more genuine.

"Does Yuna know you smoke?" I asked, acknowledging how Ryujin only took out the bag from the drawer once Yuna left the room.

"Not really. If she does, she doesn't really mention it." Ryujin answered, taking another long hit and exhaling the smoke out through her nose. "But my parents, they definitely don't know. I wouldn't want them to though, they'd fucking murder me."

"What about Yuna, does she care about her sister smoking?"

Ryujin shrugged, "I'm not sure. Like I said, she's never mentioned it before. I don't want her following me though, she shouldn't ever have a reason to take up smoking."

I nodded my head, "Right, yeah. Definitely."

Ryujin's eyes stared off into the distance, her eyebrows slightly furrowed as she was thinking to herself. She didn't look at me, and her lips were pursed tightly. I could feel the awkwardness building in the air as neither of us really knew what else to say.

"Alright, well, I'll get going. Have fun, and I'll see you next time, Ryujin."

"Drive safe," Ryujin simply said, her voice dropping into that low register that made me feel the tingles. I turned around and started heading down the walkway, walking down the sidewalk to my parked car. As I climbed into my car and started the ignition, my eyes looked back to Ryujin. She was still standing on her porch, watching me, and a cloud of smoke hovered around her.

Ryujin looked so different like this, but I didn't mind. In fact, I thought she was even hotter. The way her body slouched, her hands resting in her pockets, and her shoulders hanging low. It made her look so cool and casual. But, as I began pulling away from the driveway, Yuna popped into my head as well.

Those perfect hips, her toned midriff, and that beautiful face of hers. She was definitely an entire package wrapped into one. But no doubt, she caught me somewhere I shouldn't have been but it seems she didn't exactly piece together my true intentions. I was definitely lucky, or unlucky today. Did it really matter though?

And the key in my pocket, the key that belonged to their house. What was I cooking up? One thing after another, this day was definitely packed to the brim with my horniness at an all time high.

When I feel a writer's block approaching, I remember that I have people that are expecting a new update and it gets me going to push out a chapter for you guys! I hope this extra long chapter makes up for the longer breaks in between chapters, if you couldn't tell Yuna is one of my favorite idols as of right now! Ugh, she's so pretty but I must keep myself composed.

As always, feedback is always appreciated! I want to keep pushing out quality writing for you guys to digest, so if at anytime you feel as if you have something that'll spice up this story or something that'll add on to this expansive world I'm wishing to build, don't be afraid! I'm willing to read and listen to these ideas and try to imagine them in this world of mine! - PI