Chapter 29: Let It Ride (The Panties, I Mean)

Thursday | December 7th, 2023 | 3:01 PM

"Sounds like you had a fun time," Nakyung's voice was muffled from the speaker of my phone. Both of my hands were clasped around my steering wheel, gripping it as I drove off from the neighborhood I desecrated with my presence.

"It was insane," I muttered, a grin plastered on my face and a rush still flowing through my veins. I was driving back home after sneaking back out of Ryujin's house, feeling a sense of accomplishment. I updated Nakyung about everything. All the details were given, and I relayed everything I did in their house.

"You're an animal, Minjae," Nakyung teased, a giggle following her comment. "I didn't think you'd just jizz into their clothes, what the fuck."

"It was impulsive, and I didn't really think it through."

"Did you leave a mess?"

"A big one."

"Good," Nakyung praised. "You don't need to worry about it. I'm sure your cum will dry up. They won't even notice."

"Fuck, man," I sighed, "It's addicting."

"You've always been an addict," She commented.

"What's next?" I asked, feeling the desire to keep going. My mind was racing with all the possibilities, and it was overwhelming. There was a burning sensation in my lower abdomen, a tingling in the pit of my stomach. It was a mixture between satisfaction and lust. I felt fulfilled yet I was still craving.

"You know, there's one more person you didn't take care of yet," Nakyung's tone was suggestive, and her implications were clear. Her voice was teasing and taunting. The way her words rolled off her tongue told me I was missing something.

"Who?" I asked, trying to edge the answer out of her.

"C'mon, you know," She continued.

"Just tell me," I urged.

"You're a smart boy, use that brain of yours," Nakyung was hinting. Her voice was playful and filled with humor. I didn't say anything. Instead, I just focused on the road. Maybe it was the brain fog, but I couldn't wrap my mind over who she was talking about.

"Seriously? You don't know?" She scoffed.

"No."

"Hah, you're kidding," Nakyung sighed. The line was quiet for a moment, the only sounds coming from the speaker were her footsteps and the jingle of keys.

"Jeez," Nakyung sighed. She cleared her throat and said, "I'll give you a hint, but after I get home from my super long club meeting, bye Minjae!" The line disconnected, leaving me sitting in the silence of my car. The confusion and frustration were growing as I eventually pulled into the parking lot of campus.

Who was she insinuating? She made it sound like I had a prime opportunity to steal once again, and now the idea was on my mind. I wanted to get my hands on another pair of underwear. It was eating me up inside. My legs were bouncing and the restlessness was increasing. Nakyung's tone was telling me to head towards an obvious path. But who could it have been? The gears were turning in my brain, trying to figure it out.

She was giving me a hint after she came back from her meeting?

"Wait," I whispered, a moment of clarity hitting me. It didn't click in my head because I had nothing to do with the initial swipe. There was that time Nakyung borrowed my cloner, and she came back after a club meeting and dropped off the goods.

"Holy shit, it's Nayeon," I murmured. The treasurer of the club. I totally forgot I had her card sitting in my dorm, waiting to be used. I laughed to myself, feeling like I outsmarted Nakyung even though she purposely gave me a hint. Nayeon will totally be out of her dorm to attend the meeting that Nakyung was going to right now.

"That bitch," I chuckled, climbing out of my car and locking the doors. My pace was slow, and the air was fresh. The cold, December weather was crisp, and the slight chill was refreshing. It was nice outside, and the sun was bright. There was barely any wind and the sky was clear.

With a pep in my step and a small tune humming through my lips, I walked towards my dorm, the excitement building up. This should be easy peasy, all I had to do was walk into her room, and take the underwear. Shit, maybe if I had enough in the chamber I could leave a load in her drawer as well.

I stepped into the elevator of my building and hit the button to my floor. To be fair, it's easier said than done. If I remember right, Nayeon lived in the dorm buildings that housed girls only just like how Xiaoting did. I definitely got lucky last time not getting noticed walking in and out of the building.

But then again, there wasn't any security, and anyone was able to get into the buildings. As long as you looked like you knew where you were going and didn't look too much like a perv, nobody would ask you questions.

"Fuck," I hissed. My heart was beginning to beat a little faster as the elevator doors opened and I stepped out and made a beeline towards my dorm. The hallway was quiet, and the lights were dimmed. It was an afternoon during the winter break, nobody was here besides the students who were staying. I quickly unlocked my door and rushed inside, taking large steps towards my bedroom.

Inside, I reached over my desk and slid open the bottom drawer, and dug under my papers to pull out Nayeon's cloned card. Smudged on its white surface was Nayeon's name as well as her dorm building and number. The plastic keycard was warm in my hand, and I rubbed my thumb across her name.

"You're coming with me," I whispered, slipping the card into the back pocket of my pants and walking out of the room. Before shutting the dorm door behind me, I made sure to lock it and double check to make sure I did. The elevator ride to the ground floor was short and I was soon walking back out of the building, towards the other dorm buildings. I kept my head low, trying to act as casual and nonchalant as possible.

It didn't take me too long to walk over, but when I got there, I confidently walked in, not even bothering to hide. Once again, luck was on my side, and nobody was inside the lobby area, probably due to people travelling home for break. Nayeon lived on the first floor, so there were no extra steps I needed to take before I stood outside her dorm.

The front of the door was decorated with her name in foam letters and a cute, cartoon bunny drawing. Underneath it was another name, Seol Yoona, the girl she must've been roommates with. I hesitated for a second, remembering the incident at Xiaoting's dorm with her roommate, Yeseo, and how close I was to getting caught.

At some point, my luck would run out, and the odds of getting caught were going to be stacked against me. What's a good excuse if I walked in and her roommate was just there? How would I explain myself and convince them not to call the cops on me? Looking at my clothes, I looked nothing like a maintenance worker or janitor so that excuse was out the window.

I was standing out here for too long, at some point, I'll start looking like a creep, or someone will eventually see me. The longer I stood here, the more risk I was putting myself into. There wasn't any time to come up with a lie or reason, and my fingers were twitching and impatient. Before I could second guess myself, I took the card out and slid it through the card reader, and heard the familiar unlocking sound and the green light appeared. With a held breath, I turned the knob and opened the door.

The room was dim, and there was a strong scent of perfume and body wash. The place was clean, like absurdly clean. The floor was spotless, the coffee table in the center had nothing on it besides a well placed TV remote, and the carpeted floors were freshly vacuumed. On the couch sat a pile of pillows, arranged neatly against the cushions and a fluffy blanket sat folded beside them.

It looked like a magazine picture or an image straight from IKEA. I stepped further inside and closed the door behind me, making sure to lock it as well. I was hesitant to move, waiting to hear any sign of life as my signal to book it out of the dorm. Nayeon was definitely gone and it sounded like I was the only one in the dorm.

That is, until I made out the sound of faint snoring. I froze, hearing the quiet but rhythmic breathing coming from one of the closed bedrooms. There was somebody sleeping, and I didn't know if it was Nayeon or her roommate, but there was definitely another living, breathing human in the dorm.

"Holy fuck," I sighed. My hands were shaking and the adrenaline was surging throughout my body. There was a nervousness and an excitement, the mix of the two emotions made me giddy and the butterflies in my stomach were fluttering. My mouth was dry, and my legs felt like jello, but my feet moved.

There was no time to hesitate, not when I was so close. I gravitated towards the sound, wanting to confirm my suspicions. Standing outside one of the closed bedroom doors, the snores were a bit louder and the rhythmic breathing was clear. Without touching the door, I looked down, noticing a little plaque attached to the surface.

In big, pink lettering were the words 'Sullyoon's room' with cutesy decorations and drawings on the edges. Underneath it, the letters spelled out Seol Yoona, confirming my suspicion. Yoona, or Sullyoon, was fast asleep, and her slumbering breaths was just a door away from me.

Sullyoon. Or Yoona. Or Seol Yoona. The name didn’t sound familiar to me at all. I had no idea who this person was, and that meant there was an unknown factor in the equation. Who was this Sullyoon? Would they know me? Would it be easier to book it if they caught me, no name, no face recognition?

The question of who the fuck is this girl was the least of my worries, since she was currently sleeping and I had a limited window of opportunity. I should turn around now, the panties I got today from Ryujin and Yuna's were enough. I should go home, take a cold shower, and relax. Yet, my body betrayed my mind and I turned around from the door and marched towards the other bedroom. I wrapped my hand around Nayeon's doorknob and twisted the door, opening up to her room.

Her room was just as nice and clean as the main area. On the walls were framed posters, a few pictures, and cute decorations. Her bed was made, and a few pillows were propped up against the wall. At the corner was a dresser with a full body mirror and a vanity mirror next to it. Without thinking, I went straight to the dresser, and opened up her underwear drawer.

The inside was filled with organized piles of bras and panties, folded and arranged. I stepped back and took a deep breath, trying to calm the beating of my heart. In the quiet, the sound of my heartbeat was the loudest, and I was afraid Sullyoon would wake up from the thumping.

"Fuck, fuck," I muttered, stepping closer and grabbing the waistband of a pair of red lacy panties, and pulling them out. My eyes were focused on the mirror in front of me, the reflection showed the bed behind me. I walked backwards, sitting down on her bed and admiring the panties.

"Holy shit," I whispered. They were gorgeous, the color was dark and contrasted nicely against my skin. The material was thin, and the lace patterns were intricate and beautiful. Without wasting a moment, I reached for the hem of my pants and boxers, revealing the base of my hardening penis.

I pushed the fabric down and pulled my shaft out, the air in the room causing goosebumps on my sensitive skin. It was throbbing, the blood rushing down my shaft and swelling the tip of my penis. Using the red panties, I wrapped them around my shaft and slowly started to stroke. The material was soft, and the way it hugged my girth made me leak a drop of pre-cum.

The panties were warm and wet, and I could feel the precum soak into the underwear. Each stroke and squeeze made a squelching noise and the smell of my musk filled the air. I didn't realize how turned on I was, but the desire to cum was building and the tingling was intensifying.

Like clockwork, my mind began to craft some sort of fantasy to get me over the edge. I closed my eyes and let the inspiration take hold, washing over me like a wave.