Chapter 51: Backshots, Cosplay, League

Wednesday | March 20th, 2024 | 3:24 PM

How did I end up here? I was sweaty with my back to the bedroom door I had just closed behind me. My legs were aching and I was trying to catch my breath as I looked around the decorated but messy room. All around me, pieces of cardboard, paintbrushes, and bits and pieces of fabric were scattered all across the floor. In the corner of the room stood a few mannequins, each dressed in a half-finished cosplay.

If it wasn't clear enough, I was standing in the unoccupied bedroom of Park Minju, my cute, League-obsessed friend. I thought I could finally relax, but my heart was still pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. The silence of the dorm was a stroke of luck. I was so horny that I didn't even think about her roommate being home, which thankfully, she wasn't.

I thought back to just moments ago, and the moments that led up to this point.

Wednesday | March 20th, 2024 | 3:09 PM

"You can't call yourself a nerd, that's appropriating my culture," Minju teased with a playful glint in her eyes.

"I'm a nerd by association," I said with a laugh. "You’d think after listening to you go on for hours about video game lore, I’d absorb some of it by osmosis?" We shared a laugh in the back of the class, completely ignoring whatever lecture or assignment we were supposed to be working on. We had a comfortable, easy-going friendship, built on a steady system of Minju's rambling and my patient listening.

She was genuinely cute, with her long, dark hair and her big, expressive eyes. She had a quirky, endearing charm that was impossible to resist. Her constant talk of League of Legends and cosplaying, which would normally be a turn-off for most, was, in her case, surprisingly captivating. She was so damn passionate, so genuine in her love for her hobbies, that it was hard not to be drawn in.

"Are you trying to say you find me boring? You better not be," she jokingly threatened.

"Boring? Nah. Maybe a little repetitive, though," I replied back, my smirk soft enough to show I was only kidding. "I can only hear so much about how much you love playing Katarina, you want to dress like Katarina, you think about playing Katarina in your sleep..."

"I don't think about her in my sleep," Minju said, "but you're right, I love Katarina."

"I'm not surprised, I guess," I shrugged.

"But back on what we were talking about, you're not a nerd just because you listen to me talk, that's not how it works. You have to do nerdy shit too."

"Alright, alright, fine. I'm not a 'nerd', happy now?" I said, using air quotes to show her just how seriously I was taking this. "Why are you so desperate to be an exclusive member of this club anyways? Is there some sort of secret handshake? Do you get a decoder ring in the mail?"

Minju looked at me blankly, and just shrugged. "I don't know, actually, I thought it was funny to argue about. Anyways, you should really play the game with me one day, I'll carry you."

"Here we go again," I sighed, grinning. This was probably the millionth time she invited me to play with her but I found myself not having as much time as I would like, especially after flunking the recent midterms and working at the boba shop and hanging out with Chaewon on the weekends.

"No time, you have 'other commitments'," she said sarcastically as she mocked the last two words. "Is it your turn to repeat yourself now?" Minju's smile softened.

"Yeah, yeah, alright," I shook my head. It really was a running joke with us. Up ahead, I noticed the professor was winding down his lecture. I nudged Minju with my arm, "I think we're done." My thought was confirmed when students around us started to pack up their bags, their murmurs rising and filling the once quiet lecture hall.

I threw my stuff down into my bag and slung it over my shoulders. As I got up from the desk, my foot clipped something, knocking it over. Minju's bag fell, spilling its contents across the floor. Pens and pencils spilled and clattered on the vinyl floor, with a few folders falling open.

"Ay, sorry Minju," I said, dropping to the floor to help gather her things. Minju nicely smiled, "It's okay." As she said that, I took notice of her getting down onto the ground to collect the stray pencils. My eyes immediately were drawn to the way she was bent over. Her back has a deep arch, almost to the point where her butt was stuck straight into the air behind her. Her black pants hugged her curves tightly, doing absolutely everything but leaving anything to the imagination. There was a visible panty line through her pants, but they looked different. They seemed smaller and slimmer on her body than the more generic type. The cut of the panty, and trust me I know my underwear, resembled a cheeky piece.

I was distracted by the way she moved around, reaching for pens instead of moving so she arched her back and stretched forward more instead of just moving onto her knees. It's a small movement, but she made it look very alluring and unintentional. The whole view put on a show for my own greedy eyes. The inner pervert in my brain was screaming in my ear.

A wave of nausea hit me, hot and acidic. Steal her panties. Steal her panties. The thought didn't whisper; it shrieked. Minju, innocent, sweet, nerdy Minju, who could lecture me for an hour on team composition in League without taking a breath. It was getting tainted in front of my very own eyes as I kept staring at her slim curved bottom.

Minju turned her head to look at me, her dark hair sweeping across her shoulder. Her eyes, wide and curious, met mine for a split second. She didn't seem to realize I'd been staring at her for the past couple of seconds. She smiled. "Aren't you going to help me?"

I snapped out of my daze, forcing a smile, a reflex so practiced it felt automatic. It was one thing to leer, but it was another thing entirely to get caught. "Right, sorry," I mumbled, shoving a rogue pencil into her bag before helping her off her feet and picking the bag up for her. "Thank you," she said in a polite tone, accepting her bag with a slight nod of her head as we both headed out of the lecture hall, our pace quickening to avoid the worst of the student traffic.

As we walked, I could feel Nakyung's phantom touch on me, a phantom heat around my crotch as it forced it to harden and press against the material of my jeans. It made it slightly uncomfortable to walk. Each brush of fabric against my growing erection was another jolt shooting up my spine and up to my brain.

It seemed like I had no time to recharge this week, first Suzy earlier this week. Now, my growing lust for Minju. Then, my hunt for Kazuha and Minji later this week. It was non-stop and my cock was starting to rule me more than my brain was, or my brain was slowly becoming ruled by my cock. The two parts of my mind were merging.

"Earth to Minjae," she nudged me with her elbow to pull me from the depths of my mind.

"Yeah, what's up?" I turned my attention back to the real Minju walking right next to me in the emptying building. "I asked what you were doing after class," she repeated herself, looking up at me.

"Oh, uhm." My mind raced. My list of excuses were drying out and my schedule was slowly filling up with less and less important, but more and more enjoyable events.

"Probably napping in my dorm," I murmured, not exactly putting much thought into it. Minju nodded, "Hmm, I'm probably going to the library to catch up on some other work. I was going to ask if you wanted to come with but now that you bring up going back to your dorm, we should play League."

"Screw your nap, I'm down if you're down," She eagerly added.

I coughed, thinking about needing to push her away from her dorm so I had as much unrestricted access. A reminder that I had a copy of her Student ID sitting in my wallet from a while back to use as an entry to my advantage.

"No, I think I'm actually just going to nap," I decided to reiterate my excuse, a bit firmer this time, "You should probably get your work done, stop thinking about games for once." A small laugh from her showed that she had accepted this response. She took a moment before she looked up at me with a playful pout. "You make it hard to stay away, Minjae. Fine, but only because I'm a good friend and respect your right to be boring."

"Yeah, whatever," I responded.

"Whatever you say," she sighed dramatically as I pushed the door open for us to leave the building. "I'll see you later," She said to me, walking the opposite direction towards the library. The warm afternoon sun hit my face as I squinted for a second.

"You too," I simply said.

I needed to get going. Without another wasted second, I turned on my heel and broke off into a sprint towards the Student Village, my backpack thumping against my back with each stride. The wind blew directly into my eyes as I moved, causing them to dry quickly and make it an annoyance.

It was a good five, six, seven minutes, a painful and sweaty jog over to the all female dorm building within the Student Village. I was lucky enough not to run into anyone I knew, not needing to explain to anyone why I was in such a rush. Once I arrived, I slowed down to catch my breath. Panting heavily, I dug into my wallet and found Minju's fake ID amongst the collection of copies I've made over the semester.

Letting myself into the all-girls building, I walked long strides to try and catch no one's astute attention. I wandered the building until I made it to Minju's floor and dorm. Without thinking, I used the ID and let myself into her dorm unannounced.

Wednesday | March 20th, 2024 | 3:26 PM

And that brings me to now. Standing in the middle of her bedroom with unrestricted access to her life, my hard on is still pressing against my jeans, and so is my anxiety. Granted, it was an extremely stupid idea. I didn't even check for a roommate, but I was blessed she wasn't home.

It seems that Nakyung's programming of me forgot to install a risk analysis sub-routine in my brain. But the risk made it more thrilling. That's what Nakyung taught me. And for now, the risk is paying off. I admired her room, spotting her gaming PC setup. Figurines littered her desk, a mix of dynamic, strong characters and a few more cutesy ones. Stuck to her monitor was a little webcam which I assumed she used for her streaming endeavors.

My paranoia had me believing it was actually a security camera until I took a moment to calm myself down. This is the life Minju lived, and the door has now been opened for me by an unlocked window in my security. Then my cock spoke again, pointing it past the cosplay materials and towards a laundry basket in her bedroom bathroom.

I pushed myself away from her computer desk and made my way over to her small bathroom, which smelled faintly of lavender and something else. Her scented body wash, probably. I knelt down and peeked inside her basket. The smell of her used and worn clothes washed over my face, but this fragrance did absolutely nothing but cause my cock to press even harder in my jeans.

Tucked on top, was a familiar sight. A pair of plain gray cotton panties, common fabric and common color. I pushed them aside, my mind racing. I dug deeper, my fingers brushing against the soft, worn fabric of her clothes, my nose filled with the scent of her sweat and her skin, a scent that was so uniquely Minju.

I wanted something more personal, more personal attachment of me to her, I wanted something less boring.

Tucked near the bottom, my fingers closed around a different texture. I pulled it out, and my breath hitched in my throat. Soft, nylon fabric, a deep, royal purple speckled with little, cartoonish ghosts. They were cheeky, high cut on the sides, a piece of swimwear more than underwear. They were vibrant, and I imagined they would look incredible against her pale skin.

As I held them, my fingers detected a dampness near the gusset. It was more than a simple, fresh out of the washer dampness, more of a deliberate spot of wetness. A faint, distinct odor reached my nose, mixing with the faint scent of the laundry detergent underneath. The aroma was musky, earthy, an intimate perfume that sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust straight to my groin. This was pungent, it made them better.

My breath was coming in ragged gasps, my heart was thumping a frantic, panicked rhythm against my ribs. I looked around the room, my eyes darting from corner to corner, expecting to see a sudden movement, to hear a key in the lock. The silence was a heavy blanket that smothered my own ragged breathing and the frantic, jackrabbit beat of my pulse.

I shimmied my pants down to my knees and took hold of the warm and fragrant pair of underwear. My eyes slowly closed as I wrapped the delicate piece of fabric around my cock. I used both my hands and slowly slid it downwards. The smooth nylon was a strange sensation, a teasing, soft friction that sent shivers down my spine. I started to stroke myself, my movements slow, deliberate, savoring the feeling of the soft fabric against my sensitive skin. The faint, musky scent of her was a potent aphrodisiac, a heady, intoxicating perfume that filled my senses and clouded my judgment.