Chapter 23: Steamy Shower Seconds

Friday | November 10th, 2023 | 7:17 PM

There I sat on the floor, my arm diving under my bed to pull my panty stash out. I slid the orange shoebox into sight and popped the lid up, greeted by the familiar panties I've stolen these past couple weeks. Next to me, I dragged my backpack over and pulled the zipper. From inside, I dumped out the multiple pairs of underwear that I've picked from Xiaoting's own drawer, six in total.

A new bunch of various styles, colors, and patterns to be added to my collection. I smiled, staring down at the fruits of my labor. After a moment, I reached down towards my erect cock, fishing out the hottest pair of black panties I've ever stolen out from my pants. Yeseo's underwear wasn't the sexiest, in fact, they looked the most generic and boring. However, it was the thrill that made them so attractive, the once in a lifetime experience I shared with them.

I was still recovering from my klepto high, a rush of euphoria that had me addicted. It felt good, like the best high a drug could give. It was an incredible rush of pleasure, excitement, and even a little bit of fear. That was definitely the closest I've ever gotten to getting caught, but that didn't stop me. I couldn't believe I still went for it!

Feeling like I was about to explode, I fumbled into my pockets and pulled my phone out. I couldn't just keep this experience to myself so I started ringing Nakyung, feeling a sense of pride and excitement. It was an exhilarating experience and I wanted her to hear all about it.

The phone rang a couple times, until Nakyung picked up.

"What? I'm sort of busy right now," she said.

"You have to hear about what happened!" I exclaimed. "It was crazy!"

"Can't this wait?" Nakyung lightly groaned through the phone. I leaned back against my bed.

"You have to hear this. I'd recommend you sit down for this one." The phone was eerily silent before Nakyung responded.

"Fine, fine. Hold on." She was quiet again, and the phone call sounded like it was muffled. She must've moved it away from her ear. I was able to hear her though, albeit a bit muffled, "I'm going to the bathroom, my stomach's acting up. Keep going Jihyo, I'll be back." After mentioning Jihyo, I realized that Nakyung was probably at a meeting for the student association she was apart of.

A few moments later, she returned. "I'm listening," Nakyung said, the call becoming crystal clear.

"Sorry, I know you're busy," I started. "But, this was a pretty big heist."

"Heist?" Nakyung's voice raised. "What the fuck? You did another one without me?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry."

Nakyung scoffed, obviously annoyed I did something without her again, "Whatever. What happened?"

"So," I cleared my throat. "I never told you this, but I had the idea to make this, sort of, card cloner. Something that can create duplicate cards of our student IDs. I'd figure if we were able to clone cards, that would give us direct access to panties for us to steal."

Nakyung chuckled into the phone, before breaking into laughs of disbelief, "You're such a fucking genius creep. I love it."

"Thanks," I replied, stuttering from the backhanded compliment, "Anyways, I finished the cloner today and I got a chance to use it on Shen Xiaoting, today."

"Nice!" Nakyung's tone was that of impressed. "The Chinese fashion icon. I'm assuming this worked?"

"Of course," I smiled. "I was able to break into her dorm and steal like a shit ton of underwear right from her drawers. I could tell a lot of the ones I stole were pretty expensive. But, once I was done, I was about to leave but I got curious about her roommate. This was some girl named Kang Yeseo."

"No, I never heard of her," Nakyung took a moment to think before answering.

"Me either, but I was just snooping around her bathroom when she fucking came home," I said, my tone elevating as my story reached its climax. "So, I had to fucking hide somewhere. I ended up in this cramped closet. It was really hard, since it was like a tiny space with barely any space to move."

"Shit," Nakyung cursed, her voice showing her genuine reaction.

"But fuck, I wish I had a photographic memory or some shit because you have to hear this next part. This Yeseo girl comes in and I'm fucking scared shitless. I'm hiding, but she doesn't see me, and she just strips. She stripped right in front of me, no clue I'm hiding in the fucking closet behind her. Fucking hell, it was so hot, Nakyung. You have no fucking idea. I saw everything, her ass, her tits, her pussy."

"Fuck," Nakyung whispered.

"Eventually she went into the shower, and I just came out of the closet and snatched her dirty underwear from her laundry and booked it. I'm shaking like crazy, but the rush, god, the rush was amazing. Just the thrill of it, you have no fucking clue," I sighed, recollecting the events of the afternoon.

Nakyung's breathing was labored, "That's really fucking hot."

"Right? Fuck." I leaned back, relaxing. "I knew you'd want to hear it."

For a moment, all I could hear from the other end was Nakyung's breathing and slips of a groan. She didn't reply, until after a couple seconds, she sighed, "Minjae." It was that tone of voice. The voice she makes when the only thing on her mind is sex, pleasure, and me.

"Oh," I muttered.

"I know you have some alcohol in your dorm, right," Nakyung asked, her tone was husky and seductive.

"I do," I responded, a bit confused.

"Go grab it, and just down it for me, okay?" Nakyung demanded.

"What? Why?" I asked, not understanding.

"Just do it," Nakyung said, not elaborating any further. If this was a different time, I’d be concerned but I knew with Nakyung’s change in voice, I was probably in store for a lesson in sex.

I stood up from the ground and wandered over to the kitchen, pulling the door to the refrigerator open. There was a half-drunk bottle of vodka sitting on the bottom shelf, and I plucked it from its resting place. "I have it," I announced, returning back to the floor of my bedroom.

"Good," Nakyung muttered. "Now, drink it. Don't stop either. Keep going until you start to vomit."

"Wait," I was still confused. "Are you trying to get me drunk or something?"

"Obviously," Nakyung answered, "I want you to feel good. You've had a busy day."

I hesitated, staring at the bottle. It was a lot, and it felt a bit extreme, but if it was what Nakyung wanted. I took the top off the bottle and tilted it into my mouth, taking a small swig. I cringed as the vodka washed down my throat. "God, this stuff is nasty."

"Just keep drinking," Nakyung simply muttered. Her siren hums flowed toward the speaker and into my ears, melting my apprehensiveness.

Taking her advice, I chugged down a mouthful. Then, I did another, and then another. The taste was still revolting and I started to fight my body's urge to spit it out. The burning sensation never left the back of my throat and my stomach but I pushed on. Another gulp, then another, and another. I drank, and drank, and drank.

Nakyung must've heard me struggling over the phone because then came a chorus of praise, "You're doing good. Keep going. Almost there, almost there." I took more swigs of the vodka, my pace quickening. Soon enough, the burning faded, and the taste disappeared. All I felt was warmth. My face felt warm, my chest felt warm, my entire body felt warm. I couldn't finish the bottle though, no sane human could've kept going, but the feeling of drunkenness was immediately setting in.

My head was already spinning, and my body was hot. My stomach was churning and the sound of my phone's microphone was loud. I groaned and held my head, a headache forming. I couldn't focus, I could hardly hear Nakyung. She was saying something, but it was fuzzy and distant.

I dropped my head down, trying to hear her better, "Huh?"

"You did so good, Minjae," Nakyung said. I could hear the smile in her voice, the proudness.

"I don't feel good," I muttered, feeling sick. Nakyung ignored my remark, "You got that Yeseo girl's underwear? Hold onto it for me." Feeling like I was being remote controlled, my hand moved on its own and snatched up Yeseo's black panties. "Got it," I slurred.

"Good," Nakyung hummed. "Give it a sniff. Tell me what it smells like."

My nose hovered over the fabric, my mind too foggy and intoxicated to think of disobeying her command. Taking a whiff, I could smell her, Yeseo. She was strong, with an underlying softness to her scent. She smelt clean, a mixture of sweat and whatever soap she uses. It had a sweet and subtle aroma, and it was very enticing.