Chapter 52: Oooo, Yummy Yummy

Friday | March 22th, 2024 | 5:19 PM

I pulled the hood over my head tighter as I sat on a bench, the entrance of the girls-only dorm building in my sights. I chewed on the inside of my cheek as my right leg bounced up and down uncontrollably, the only outward sign of the storm brewing inside my head. Seconds stretched to what felt like minutes as I waited about.

A few girls came and went, but none of them were Kim Minji, who I had my predatory eyes set on for today. This wasn't an impromptu break-in this time. This was an operation. A few days had passed since my... visit to Professor Suzy's house. 

The memory was a constant, nagging presence, a dull ache in my chest that wouldn't go away. The fear of getting caught, the shame of what we had done, it was a weight that was slowly crushing me.

Seeing her in class was the worst. She looked hollowed out, a ghost of her former self. She put up a good front in front of all the students. Maybe it was just me, or maybe it was the fact that I knew what had happened to her, but I was able to see past her facade. There was a fragility in her eyes now that I couldn't bear to see, that I couldn't look directly at lest it incinerate me from pure guilt. 

My stomach was in a constant knot of dread. Every time she turned her head towards my direction, my body froze in panic. And my paranoia spiked whenever I feel our eyes locked. Did she know it was me? Did she recognize my voice? The questions circled my mind like vultures, and each one left me more and more convinced that my life was over. I was a coward, a monster, and I was living on borrowed time.

As of now, it seemed that I was safe. I hope so. Suzy hasn't reported the incident to anyone, probably a result of Nakyung's straightforward threats. The police weren't at my door, my face wasn't on the news. I was, for the most part, a free man.

I'd think after feeling such nerve-wracking fear everyday in lecture, I would take a break from my panty obsession, at least for now. But hitting Minju's room, leaving all of that my cum everywhere, brought me a thrill that my mind couldn't get enough of. And I was here, on a mission.

"God, where is she?" I grumbled under my breath, my leg bouncing with impatience? Anxiety? Probably both. I pulled my phone out, just to recheck the time for the fifth time in two minutes.

My head perked up as someone approached the dorm, a blonde girl. My hopes were quickly dashed. "Not her," I mumbled, slumping back against the bench. I looked at my phone again, reminding myself of the hastily put-together plan of action that Nakyung had put together after our stay at Suzy's.

One false email, sent directly from Suzy's phone, had requested a one-on-one study meeting in Professor Suzy's university office. An email that would make Kim Minji, hopefully, bait her straight away from her dorm. Of course, Nakyung had to assure me that right after she sent the email, she deleted it from the sent messages along with the drafts.

Minji would be busy for a few moments with a meeting that didn't exist, giving me the window I needed to slip into her room unnoticed. Not only that, but Kazuha and this damn party she's been mentioning all week so I knew she wasn't home. This was perfect. Or as close to perfect as my life could get these days.

My head perked up for a final third time. Through the clear glass of the door, I spotted a familiar silhouette. Tall, slender, dark hair. My stomach lurched as she pushed through the door. I tucked my head down, my breath held tight in my chest. Minji didn't even look my way, her focus on some distant point, her mind a million miles away.

She walked with a quick, clipped pace, her sneakers slapping against the pavement. This was the chance. Once she started to head into the distance and I was in my all clear zone. A final deep breath before I pushed myself up off the bench. I pulled up my hood, a flimsy disguise against my own paranoia, and started to approach the building.

I pulled out my wallet with one hand, fishing around for another copied piece of plastic. My heart hammered a frantic, arrhythmic beat as I scanned my collection. Nayeon. Xiaoting. Minju. A small, growing museum of copied plastic. Ah, there it was. Kazuha Nakamura, the only non-copied card as it's the real deal that I accidentally swiped after our studying/drinking session a while back. The perfect key.

It beeped, the green light a mocking wink of a welcome. I pushed into the building with my head down and my eyes glued to the floor. Even if I’ve done this before, each step was a negotiation with fear. Fear of getting noticed and questioned.

Thankfully, I've been to their dorm before so I knew exactly where to go and found it without any problem. Standing in front of the door made it feel so much heavier than I'd imagined it. Or it was my own trepidation that gave it a weight it didn't truly have. A glance over my shoulder was more than enough for me to see no one there and it helped to calm me down.

Using Kazuha's card, I was granted immediate access to their room. The click of the lock and the movement of the handle opened up my path. I followed the path of perversion inside their dorm and closed the door behind me. I felt the weight of a clock fall onto my shoulders the second the door was shut behind me. I had no time to waste. All feelings of anxiety and terror melted once I understood I was right at home. As if my perverse instincts were guiding me like my inner compass pointing to my next target.

Their dorm shared the exact same layout of all the other dorms on this entire campus so it almost felt like I was walking into my own dorm. That is until my eyes fell upon Minji's desk. Out in the open of the shared living room was where Minji's desk was, where she routinely did her work and studied.

I remember asking Kazuha the first time I came over about it, to which she responded, "Minji thinks she procrastinates if she studies in her room, so she moved it outside to keep herself accountable." It didn't really surprise me at that point, it did suit Minji's diligent and hard-working personality.

Otherwise, I shook my head from left to right, spotting the closed bedroom doors and wondering which one I should infiltrate first. The path of perversion moved my body towards the aforementioned studious girl. My feet padded softly against the cheap carpet of the dormitory floor, the only sound in the shared space. I could smell the faint, sweet scent of perfume mingled with the sharper aroma of disinfectant and coffee as I opened the door to the bedroom. This was Minji's domain.

There was a certain... meticulousness to her room. Everything was in its place. A stack of textbooks on her desk, arranged by size. A lineup of pens in a holder. I walked over to the closet first as she was just so neat to the point where it was easy enough to tell where my treasure might be stored. Her laundry basket was also in the closet, a simple, white plastic bin that was currently filled to the brim.

Lifting the lid sent a wave of warm, humid air into my face. Her clothes were fragrant, smelling sweetly of some floral laundry detergent and a clean, but more faint odor that was distinctly Minji's. At the top was a pair of sweatpants, and underneath, I could see the familiar shape of her clothes, folded or not, all mixing together.

I wasted no more than a few seconds fishing inside until my fingers touched something familiar, a delicate, stretchy lace. My curiosity piqued at the different fabric that I was used to in her room. I pulled it out.

Black. It was a black lace thong. The fabric was a fine, intricate mesh of threads that was almost sheer. The thong itself was surprisingly simple in its design, with a narrow waistband and a thin strip of fabric in the back that would disappear between the cheeks of her ass.

This was more daring than I expected from Minji. I had her pegged as more of a boring, lukewarm panties type of girl. But in my mind, this added a layer of excitement that I was so ready to explore more of. Without thinking for a second longer, I brought the thong up to my face. I inhaled deeply.

My dick immediately got hard as the faint, musky scent of her filled my senses. It was a faint trace of her, but this faint trace of evidence that she wasn't as proper as she made herself out to be, was intoxicating. My eyes fluttered close as I took another deep breath.

"Ahh," I found myself gasping again as the aroma hit me again. My dick was aching in my pants now, an insistent throb that demanded my immediate attention. I dropped my hand to my crotch, giving myself a firm squeeze, a poor substitute for the release I craved. Another deeper breath to savor the scent and taste the invisible particles of her womanly musk on my tongue.

My lips parted slightly as I instinctively brought the thin string of fabric of the thong to my lips, tasting it. It tasted salty, and a little sweet, a faint, earthy flavor that I couldn't quite place. The combination of the scent and the taste sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust through me.

My head drew up a vision of Minji's ass, with this particular thong hugging the curves of it. Imagining her sitting down at her desk with her diligent attitude, all while this little black secret would wrap itself in the crevices of her perky ass and the front gusset soaking up the essence of her body over the hours. I couldn't help myself, the scene in my head was just too hot to not replay over and over.

My tongue ran against the delicate fabric, a slow, deliberate lick that sent a wave of heat straight to my groin. My other hand continued to massage my aching cock. I shuddered as I tried to get up to my feet to have the rest of my fun somewhere else. Before I forget, I drove my hand into her laundry basket and fished out one more pair for my collection. Another plain, light blue thong that seemed to hold some if not more of the same musty aroma as the black thong.

With one room down, I stepped out, now back into the shared living room.

Alright, one more to go.

I didn't waste any more time and turned my attention to the other closed bedroom. My cock was still as hard as a rock in my pants, pressing uncomfortably against the fabric of my pants. My heart was thumping a frantic, panicked rhythm against my ribs as I opened the door.

The room was a complete juxtaposition of Minji's. It was lived-in, chaotic in a way that felt intensely personal, the essence of the girl who inhabited it clinging to every object. Clothes were thrown over a chair, her desk cluttered with skincare products, but it still had some sort of an aesthetic organization. A poster of some indie band was taped to the wall next to a few polaroids of a smiling Kazuha. I could smell the faint, warm scent of vanilla and something else, a deeper, muskier aroma that was distinctly Kazuha's.

Unlike Minji, Kazuha's laundry basket was sitting in the corner of her room, a colorful wicker hamper, its lid slightly ajar. I could see the top of a bright pink shirt, a pair of skinny jeans. I just knew that if I dug deeper, I'd hit gold. Without any further hesitation, I made my way over and lifted the lid.

It was like discovering a treasure chest filled with, well, treasures. I dug into her basket, my fingers brushing against a variety of fabrics. Soft cotton, sleek satin, rough denim. I pulled out a bundle of clothes, my eyes scanning the mound in my hands. There. Tucked between a pair of shorts and a t-shirt was the thing I was looking for. Grey, with a distinctive white waistband belonging to Calvin Klein.

She seemed to share Minji's sentiments in wearing thongs and I was more than thankful for it. As I pulled the grey underwear from her basket, I discovered it had a slight moist warmth to it, like she'd only worn it earlier today, which very well could’ve been the case. Another deeper look and I could see a slight discoloration on the gusset, a faint, beige stain that made my head spin and my dick twitch.

My brain didn't even need to think, my hands brought the underwear to my face. I pressed the gusset directly against my nose, closing my eyes as I inhaled deeply. The scent was stronger, more potent. This wasn't the faint, delicate aroma of Minji's worn clothes. This was Kazuha, in all her vibrant, intoxicating glory. It was warm, earthy, a heady perfume that filled my senses and clouded my judgment.

"Ahhh, fuck," I moaned, the words escaping my lips in a choked gasp as I found myself slowly sitting down onto the floor next to her hamper.

My other hand instinctively moved into her basket and fished another treasure for my collection. This thong was from Calvin Klein, yet again, as I slowly understood Kazuha had her favorites. It was eggshell white, and as I pressed this new one's gusset to my tongue, I shuddered as my body gave into the pleasure.

It was overwhelming. The scents, the tastes, the textures all swirling together. It was a sensory overload. I took another deep breath from her grey Calvin Klein pair and my mind started to go blank with only Kazuha's image being painted in my brain. Then the black lace thong from Minji's was brought to my face as a second whiff from a second different woman entered my senses, clouding my judgment and intoxicating me with a different kind of perfume.

"Minjae," A familiar voice entered my daydream. It felt as if in front of me I could visualize the image of Kazuha in her grey calvins.

"Ahh, do you like that?" Another seductive voice followed that I could recognize as Minji, only this one was wearing her black lace thongs. It was like they were here, watching me. My hands were massaging the two's dirty underwear, the path of perversion started directing me towards Kazuha's bed.

I pushed myself up, my legs feeling weak and unsteady, and stumbled towards her bed. It was neatly made, a grey duvet pulled up over a stack of pillows. I undid my pants with trembling hands, my hard cock springing free, the cool air a stark, sudden sensation on my hot, sensitive skin.

In front of me, I pictured the fantasy of both Kazuha and Minji. They were both bent over the bed, their asses pointed towards me. Kazuha's was on the right and Minji's was on the left. I was stuck in a rare instance that a man would only dream of having. The two of them were peeking over their shoulders and looking back at me.

I fell into Kazuha's soft, plush bed, my body melting into the cool fabric as I let out another deep sigh of pleasure. This was it. I was at my highest of highs, and I wasn't going to let this sensation end so easily and fast. So, my hand found its way around my cock, my grip firm and desperate.

My other hand, clutching Minji's black lace thong, pressed the gusset to my face. I inhaled deeply, the faint, sweet aroma mixing with the stronger, muskier scent of Kazuha's underwear in my other hand.

My strokes were slow, deliberate, savoring the sensation of my hand against my hot, hard flesh. My eyes fluttered close, the fantasy in my mind becoming more vivid, more real. I could feel their presence, their hot breath on my neck, their hands exploring my body, their whispered words of encouragement echoing in my ear.

"Faster... faster," My own mind's voice took form, taking on the shape of one of the girls in my head. My pace began to pick up as instructed. My mind was getting foggy as my mind was mixing with reality. I was barely able to think as the hot, tight pressure in my groin started to build again.