Chapter 9: Their Eyes Are Up There

Wednesday | October 11th, 2023 | 6:55 AM

From underneath my blanket, I watched Nakyung get dressed at the foot of the bed. We had both fallen asleep after our little session, and we both woke up together in the early morning. Nakyung sat up and stood off the bed, fixing her shorts and tucking in her shirt.

"I think I'm gonna go," Nakyung mumbled, her voice still scratchy and deep from sleep.

"Yeah, it's almost 7AM. Seulgi might be waking up soon," I pointed out.

"Good call," Nakyung reached down and picked up her bag, slipping her phone into her pocket. "Text me later, okay?"

"Will do," I smiled. Nakyung smiled and turned, leaving my room. As she left, I got out of bed and walked over to the window. The sun was barely beginning to rise behind the scarce clouds in the sky. I could tell the outside must've been pretty chilly when I touched the cold glass of my window. I looked down and saw Nakyung leaving the dormitory and walking back towards her dorm building.

With a sigh, I looked away and fell back onto my bed, lying on my back and staring at the ceiling. I thought back to our small talk last night, and I wondered how she was feeling about the whole situation. You know, about everything.

"I mean, the fact that you've never gotten caught is insane."

Nakyung had said that, and she was right, now that I thought about it. It must've been sheer luck that I didn't get caught. Imagine if Joohyun had doubled back into the laundry room and found me holding her underwear, or if Seulgi walked into her room while I was sifting through her dirty laundry, or even if anyone who was standing outside of Joy's house saw me scaling her roof and breaking into her room.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I could've been caught any of those times, and now the reality was setting in. I wondered what would happen if I did get caught. If they knew, or found out, what would they say? What would they think? It would obviously be humiliating, but would they be angry at me? Would they report me to the school and get me kicked out, or would they go straight to the police and press charges?

The idea of it made me shudder. My life would actually be ruined, and for what, so I can rub my dick in between fabric that I could just buy from the supermarket? Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something on the ground, right next to my bed. I leaned over to see my open shoebox, the panties scattered across my floor.

Nakyung and I didn't get a chance to clean up, so they were all out on display. My breath caught itself in the back of my throat, knowing the shoebox was out in the open all night. I silently prayed Seulgi didn't wander into my room in the middle of the night and happened to stumble upon it while we were sleeping.

I sighed and bent over, picking up all the pieces and throwing them into the box. As I grabbed each pair, my mind replayed the memory of each pair, remembering where and how I got them. I recalled every moment of it, and how I felt afterwards.

It's like Nakyung said, the excitement of it is part of the thrill. The act of stealing a girl's precious and private possession was thrilling. Knowing I was committing a crime, and risking everything just to get a piece of clothing made my blood pump and my heart race. And that wasn't all, the rush was there even when I got them home, and when I did something with them.

Just the mere thought of it made me excited, and made me feel horny. Knowing the panties had been worn before, knowing I was jacking off with their underwear, knowing that the girl's juices and scent had been soaking in the material. Those were the panties I would risk my future for so I can rub my dick between them.

I slapped my hand over my mouth and pinched my face, trying to keep myself together. My dick was slowly rising up in my pants, and the temptation was too strong. There was this vision forming itself in my head, a shoebox filled to the brim with dozens upon dozens of girls' underwear. All the girls that I've met, everyone from classmates, professors, my coworkers, everyone, they'd all be a part of the collection.

I wanted it all. I wanted every girl's panties, I didn't care how long it would take or how far I'd have to go, I'd do anything for that collection. Just the thought of being able to sit on my bed and admire the mountain of underwear, and the memories attached to them, it was just so perfect.

How far was I willing to push myself for this? Would I risk everything for this fantasy, this perverted fantasy that had consumed my mind and soul? Was I really ready to sacrifice my life, my future, for a box of women's underwear? I looked down at the open box, filled with all of my prizes, and the answer became obvious.

I closed the shoebox and kicked it back underneath my bed. Falling back onto my bed, I took a few minutes to calm myself while staring up at the ceiling. But while I fantasized about my collection, a nagging thought lingered in the back of my head, and it was asking a very simple question.

What's wrong with you?

It was one of the thoughts that was hovering throughout my head since last night, and it kept bouncing around in there. Even if I was this sick pervert, some part of me still felt resistance to it. I know how wrong this is, and yet, I'm going through with it anyways. Does knowing I'm a bad person make it any better, or does it make me worse for not being able to stop myself?

From my side, I heard the sound of my phone vibrating on the nightstand I put it on. Grabbing it and turning it on, I checked to see who had texted me. My heart jumped and my eyes widened, seeing that the message was from Haerin:

Haerin

lol yeah

sorry i fell asleep right after studying

I found myself smiling at Haerin's reply. It was short and sweet, but I just felt so good getting any kind of text from her. My thumbs began moving as I typed out my response:

its all good haha

surprised youre up this early thoughh

A few minutes passed, and before I began to think she was dodging me, she finally responded:

Haerin

i got a 8am to get ready for

but you're up this early too?

what about you

"Caught red-handed," I muttered to myself, smirking. I decided to be a bit more playful, hopefully she'll warm up and be more casual:

your msg woke me up and now im talking to you :\

Haerin

sorry about that lol

I couldn't help but grimace at her response, she might've taken me seriously:

its all good hah

now that im awake i should be like you and use this time to study

Haerin

i wish i had more time to study, i feel like a day doesnt have enough hours

tell me abt it, days are going by so fast

It felt like I was on a roll, there was no delay between messages, and the conversation seemed to flow seemlessly:

Haerin

ikrr ive been spending these past couple nights just studying

im so tired :(

jeez how long do you study for?

Haerin

i study at school, then at home