Chapter 088: The Unlocked Door (18++)

Even after ejaculating, Jihoon’s cock was still half-hard. 

His lust had been released, but judging by his still-erect penis, he hadn’t fully drained himself.

For a young man like him, one orgasm was nowhere near enough… shooting two or three more loads in a short time posed no problem for him at all.

After cleaning up the mess, Jihoon prepared to return to his room.

Just as he turned off the bathroom light, he suddenly froze.

Instead of heading straight to his bedroom, he paused, lost in thought.

His gaze drifted toward Yumi’s door, a hint of curiosity flickering across his face.

Slowly, stealthily, he approached her door, his footsteps as quiet as a cat’s.

He pressed his ear against the door, straining to hear sounds from within.

But Yumi lay quietly on her bed, calming herself—not yet asleep, so no sounds came from inside.

After listening for a moment, Jihoon heard nothing.

He shook his head, ready to return to his own room.

But just as he shifted his feet, he paused.

A flicker of curiosity made his hand reach for the doorknob.

He pressed it lightly.

Click…

Yumi’s door opened.

Jihoon froze, his expression one of utter surprise.

He knew that lately, Yumi always locked her door at night, guarding against him like he were a thief.

He had grown accustomed to it.

This time was no different.

Jihoon had only intended to check out of curiosity, never expecting to open the door so easily.

It hadn’t been locked at all.

His hand remained on the handle, not fully pushing the door open.

His mind had short-circuited, unable to process the reason.

Meanwhile, I had figured it all out.

At first, Yumi had indeed locked the door from the inside.

But just moments ago, after catching sight of Jihoon masturbating through the bathroom crack, she’d panicked and rushed back to her bedroom.

Distracted, she’d either forgotten to lock the door again or feared the sound of the lock might alert Jihoon.

She never imagined Jihoon would be so curious as to test her door.

When Jihoon emerged from the bathroom, Yumi heard the sound.

Her eyes fluttered open briefly before closing again.

But after a moment, she opened them again.

She hadn’t heard Jihoon’s footsteps returning to his own room.

Instead, she faintly heard footsteps approaching her door.

Yumi’s eyes widened with confusion.

Only when she heard the door handle being pressed down did panic flash in her eyes, mixed with a hint of regret.

Only then did she realize she had forgotten to lock the door.

Her eyes darted nervously to the handle, still pressed down but not yet turned.

What should she do?

If Jihoon opened the door and found her awake, wouldn’t that prove she hadn’t been sleeping at all?

And would Jihoon suspect she’d just stepped out and seen him jerking off?

After all, when Jihoon left the bathroom, he’d noticed his own door wasn’t fully closed.

Seeing Yumi’s door tightly shut, he’d breathed a slight sigh of relief, looking almost relieved that Yumi hadn’t walked out and caught him.

But now the door was somehow unlocked…

Yumi hesitated, Jihoon hesitated, both of them hesitating behind the door.

Yumi hesitated over whether to keep her eyes open or closed when Jihoon entered, whether to stay awake or pretend to be asleep.

Jihoon hesitated whether to peek inside.

Why hadn’t Yumi locked her door tonight?

He wondered if he should go in… maybe tonight’s unlocked door was some kind of signal from her?

He couldn’t quite figure it out.

But having just tasted a sweet moment with her clothes, and recalling that unforgettable night, he didn’t want to give up so easily.

He wanted to get something more without waking her.

Creak…

The door opened slowly and quietly as Jihoon pushed it gently.

He’d made his decision: to enter Yumi’s room.

As the door swung open, Yumi, lying on the bed, closed her eyes.

She too had made her choice.

Seeing Yumi’s closed eyes, perhaps she felt guilty for having just spied on Jihoon masturbating.

Or perhaps, stirred by the recent excitement, she secretly hoped to receive some comfort without compromising her self-image…

Jihoon pushed the door open little by little.

This time he looked nervous, nothing like his usual bold confidence, lacking the composure he’d had when secretly pleasuring Yumi in the past.

As the door creaked open, he saw Yumi lying in bed, dressed in her nightgown.

Faint moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow upon her.

She wore a pristine white nightgown—loose, sheer, and slightly transparent.

It was a new piece she was wearing for the very first time tonight.

Jihoon stared at the sleeping beauty on the bed, swallowing nervously.

Standing in the doorway, he hesitated.

Finally seeing Yumi in her nightgown again… 

Even though it had only been a week since their last encounter, he had missed this sight desperately.

Yumi lay on her back, her hands lightly clutching the sheets.

She had returned to bed in this exact position.

Though she appeared tense too, her composure was stronger than Jihoon’s.

She controlled her breathing well, but through the night vision camera, I could still see the faint flush lingering on her cheeks.

Standing at the doorway, Jihoon hesitated—should he enter or close the door and retreat?

He stared at Yumi on the bed, even catching sight of the freshly changed panties under her nightgown.

Through the sheer, white fabric, the outline of her bra was visible too.

Though Yumi controlled her breathing, her breaths were long and deep.

Her chest rose and fell dramatically, her full breasts undulating as if beckoning Jihoon at the doorway to come taste them.

Since she hadn’t adjusted her nightgown after climbing into bed, her new panties were now visible… 

the crotch fabric clearly outlining the contours of her pussy lips.

Watching this scene, sweat beaded on Jihoon’s tense forehead.

He kept swallowing nervously. The front of his pajama pants quickly tented upward.

Young men really recovered fast… less than ten minutes after cumming and he was hard again.

Inside the room, Yumi gripped the sheets tighter in nervous anticipation.

The scene froze in time, leaving them unsure how to proceed with the story…