Chapter 31: Sneak 100

Friday | December 15th, 2023 | 10:44 PM

My eyes were fixed on the closed door of Tzuyu and Sana's room, as if I could see what was happening inside. That's the thing, I just didn't know what to expect. It's a dangerous situation, one that could ruin me and one that Nakyung wanted. Time felt like it was slowing with the way my heart raced against my thoughts. I was a mess.

It's not like she never had me do anything crazy before nor have I not done some crazy things myself, but this, this was different. Sana was a close friend, someone I've gotten to know over these past years. Yeah, she was on my list, but she never felt like a serious target. It was more of a joke, a fantasy.

But, the longer I stared at the door, the less funny it felt. My cock twitched against my pants again, and the adrenaline continued to pump through my body. Nakyung's face was blurry in my memory, but I remembered the words she whispered and the way her eyes lit up with excitement.

She's going to take a shower. Tzuyu's going to sleep. We're here. You're hard. Just one pair of panties. Let's do it.

I didn't know if this was something Nakyung thought up or if it was the alcohol's idea. But, the moment the words left her mouth, it was as if a spell was cast on me. My mind was filled with the images of her taking a shower, the water dripping down her naked body, and the way her wet underwear clung to her curves. The images of her stripping, the sound of her voice and the way her lower half shook.

A pair.

A single pair.

That's all you need.

It was hard, not having my dick guide me through the whole process, and I felt anxious and restless. The way it rubbed against the material of my boxers made me feel crazy. This wasn't what I usually did, and this was certainly the first time it would be someone so close.

My phone scared me out of my thoughts, the sound of the ringer causing me to jump. The screen lit up and displayed a name:

Nakyung

tzuyu sleeps fast

she's already asleep

you need to go

My head was pounding like crazy, my heartbeat traveling up into my ears. My eyes were still glued onto the door, and even though I felt nervous and a bit nauseous, my body was already moving on its own. My feet were silent against the floor, and my body was moving like a phantom.

Sana's underwear.

That's all you need.

As I neared the door, my hand moved towards the knob, and it sat on the metal. There was the faint noise of the shower, and a few shuffling sounds. I could hear soft snores past the wood. Taking a deep breath, I held the air in my lungs as I twisted the knob and pushed the door open.

The lights were off, and the only illumination was from the outside and the living room. Nakyung was sitting on the edge of the bed as if she was waiting for me to enter. To her side, Tzuyu was tucked under the sheets, her hair a mess on her pillow and her breathing deep and slow. My heart felt like it kicked up a gear, and the thumping was painful against my chest.

Without saying a word, Nakyung lifted her hand and pointed towards the closed bathroom door behind her, where the sounds of the shower could be heard. It was quiet, but it was enough. My mouth was dry, and my tongue was heavy as I took one last glance at Tzuyu, then Nakyung, then the door.

She gave me a quick wink, then motioned her head, her lips mouthing, "Go." With that, I moved away from where I was frozen at the entrance and crept towards the door. With each step, the beating of my heart got louder and the sounds of the shower got clearer. Once again, I rested my hand upon the cold knob, and twisted, opening the door slowly and carefully.

Sounds got louder. The smell of shampoo and soap drifted into my nose. The humidity hit me and stuck to my skin. In the back corner of the bathroom was the tub, and standing above it was a curtain. I could see her silhouette past the fabric, and I watched the shape move about, rubbing and scrubbing.

My eyes darted towards the sink, and I spotted a pile of clothes, neatly folded. Sana's clothes. The first article was a sweater, then a shirt, and a pair of pajama pants, no bra nor underwear to be seen. At the foot of the sink was a loose pile of clothes. As my gaze focused on them, I spotted the baby blue underwear and bra set that was previously shown off to everyone, hiding just underneath her dirty clothes.

A single pair.

This wasn't supposed to happen, and yet here I was, inching towards the sink, my eyes fixed on the panties and bra that was just barely peeking out from the rest of her clothes. The sound of the shower was getting louder, and the steam felt like it was getting thicker and clouding my vision.

No way, right? What are the chances I black out right now and fall flat onto the floor? What are the chances that Tzuyu wakes up right now? What are the chances of Sana hearing all this and opening the curtain and finding me here?

With every second, my nerves were being stretched thin. My chest hurt, and it was difficult to breathe, but the alcohol that still ran in my veins was the only thing that was keeping me from running out of the room. The only thing keeping me from backing down.

Why was it taking so long for me to get to those panties? Was the distance increasing with every second? What the fuck is happening.

It was torture. I couldn't even hear anything past the ringing in my ears. My vision was blurring, and the edges of the room were slowly becoming black. All I could think about was the bra and panties sitting in the pile of her clothes, and how easily they would just disappear in my pockets.

Then, there was a sound, one that brought me back. Sana's voice.

She started singing?

No, not quite, she was humming a tune, her voice echoing and filling the silence in the room. My head turned, and my eyes were locked on the shadow in the curtain, watching it move and twist. It suddenly felt like I was invading her privacy, even more than I already was, and the guilt was beginning to crawl in.

But, she was distracted, and this was a rare chance.

Just take them.

One pair.

I took a breath, and with careful steps, I made my way over towards the pile of clothes, the sound of the shower blocking my footsteps. I knelt down and looked back and forth, the nerves in my body shaking and my heart hurting.

It's now or never.

My eyes went down towards the clothes and I quickly pulled the underwear from the pile, letting the bra slide down the surface and disappear somewhere underneath. The panties were dainty, and they were cute. They weren't anything special, a regular cotton pair with lace along the waistline. They were the same baby blue color, and they felt soft against the tips of my fingers.

"Just this," I whispered to myself, holding the garment. The anxiety in my stomach was eating at me, and I could feel a sense of regret and disgust rising in my throat. But, there was no turning back, not now. I was too deep, and all I needed was a pair, right?

I looked back up and saw the curtain, the shape of a girl just barely visible. There was a small gap at the top, and a small puddle forming below. I watched the water droplets, and the way they seemed to collect together and then fall to the ground, disappearing into the tub below. I could make out the sound of droplets hitting against the shower tiles, and the splashing and dripping sounds from the bathwater.

All I needed was a pair? But I was so hypnotized.

"What the fuck," I whispered to myself, shaking my head. What was happening? Why was I still watching her, or why did my legs not want to move. Everything felt slow, and everything was hot. I was losing it, and all I could hear was the rushing of blood, the ringing in my ears, and the soft humming and splashing sounds coming from the shower.

This is all wrong, I can't do this, I need to go, I shouldn't be here, why am I not leaving. Why am I so infatuated by her? There felt like there was this part of me that wanted more, even though I spent the past couple moments hyping myself for just one pair, one.

I shouldn't.

But I do.

I shouldn't.

But, I really, really, do.

And, without thinking, without any control, I stood up. My mouth hung open, and my hands moved on their own, whipping out my phone from my pocket. In the midst of my hesitation and guilt, my body was still filled with adrenaline, lust, and the rush of stealing. My thumb swiped the screen and unlocked the phone. The camera was open and the lens was facing the shower.

I wanted more. I wanted to see more. To invade Sana's privacy further. To break a boundary I should've never broken. I had a chance, and it was in my hands so I had to take it. Glued to the gap above the shower curtain, I moved closer until the gap was in full view, and there, on the other side, was the Japanese girl, completely nude, oblivious, and unknowing.