Min Jung just shook her head in response to her roommate. She placed both hands on the wall, using it to support her weight. Like a blind girl, she ran her hands along the smooth surface, dragging her feet down the hallway. The first night at the dorms meant an all-out party for most students, as classes nor orientation had yet to begin. Early in the morning, swaths of drones had already been deployed, sweeping all trash to the sides like snowplows. The bottom parts of the wall slid open to reveal a long line of vents which vacuumed the garbage away. The trash would be sucked into a vast network of vacuum tubes where they would end up at a center for recycling.<br/><br/>The hallway was shaking and shifting in and out of focus, like a trick house. The entire dorm had been submerged in water, and Min Jung barely managed to drag herself through the heavy atmosphere. Her legs were noodles, and something heavy sat on her chest, preventing her from taking any deep breaths. Min Jung grit her teeth, planting one foot in front of the other, until she finally arrived at the door.<br/><br/>The entrance to 207 loomed over her tiny frame, and the dull thud of the music sent another cascade of cock-filled memories rushing to the surface. She screwed her eyes shut and clenched her fists, following Randy inside. The burst of music was enough to send the young Korean to her knees, desperately clinging to a nearby table to prevent herself from completely collapsing. No signs of her assailants - though she could barely remember their faces or their voices; only their cocks and the taste of their cum. She tried to swallow again, but not even a single drop of saliva entered her throat. It was dry and cracked, like scorched earth. She watched as Randy managed to open the door.<br/><br/>Heaving herself up, Min Jung wobbled into the room, thankful for the darkness. She didn't want to have the sight remind her of last night. Feeling around for her things, she hastily grabbed everything under the bed and slipped out of the door, feeling a pounding in her head.<br/><br/>She stared into Randy's face as he blurred in and out of focus. His voice was muted and distant, like her head was trapped in a plastic bubble. Min Jung gazed blankly at her phone, which showed no signs of tampering. Her health readouts all read as normal. Cock. Flashes of big black cock filled her mind. She could feel blood rush to her face, and the saliva start to flow back into her dry mouth.<br/><br/>Min Jung's gaze fell onto Randy's crotch, and her heart thumped. As though she had spotted an oasis in the desert, she dropped to her knees and yanked his jeans down with more force than she should have been able to muster. His boxers came down in one swift tug, exposing his limp cock to the air. Taking him by surprise, the thirsty Korean girl tugged at Randy's ankles, tripping him up with his own jeans with the hope of making him fall down.<br/><br/>She quickly clambered over his legs and clamped her lips onto his cock, slurping loudly. It was as though the world suddenly exploded with color and sound; she felt the headache subside and the weight lifted off her chest with each moment. Min Jung protested in her own mind as the clarity returned to her thoughts. She must be fucking crazy. But her hands and mouth moved of their own accord, only picking up the pace as she sucked off her roommate who she had barely spoken to.<br/><br/>Min Jung's petite hands danced up and down Randy's quickly stiffening shaft with a skill she didn't know she had, and her dry mouth had quickly produced enough saliva to coat his cock. She sucked on his cock loudly, her free hand kneading his balls, anxious to coax out her reward.