In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.
In that time, I'd stopped by an adult shop and picked up a few toys.
I'd also prepared a rose and some chocolate as a surprise gift for her.
It was my hunch that boosting her affection would improve the final quality of the shoot.
Today, I'd dressed properly like a chikan too.
Black hoodie, hat pulled low—creating that shady vibe.
She seemed pretty excited for our second encounter, so I had to live up to it.
By the way, she'd been incredibly on edge these past three days.
Monitoring her closely through the manager console, she'd masturbate to chikan videos whenever she had a free moment, but it never quite satisfied her, leaving her irritable about everything.
And her commute home was a sight to behold.
The moment she stepped into the subway station, she'd constantly scan her surroundings.
No need to guess who she was looking for.
The public pervert who'd given her that insane thrill the other day, obviously.
But I didn't make a move without a shoot scheduled.
Probably why we pulled it off without a hitch last time—the studio's control.
I couldn't figure out the mechanics, but it seemed to make us imperceptible to bystanders.
That passed-out drunk guy might as well have been dead to the world.
And no other passengers around.
Without that control, things could've gone south fast.
I wasn't about to blow this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Better not piss off the studio boss.
That way, she'd keep using me as an actor down the line.
'Alright. Time to head out?'
Glancing at the clock, it was peak rush hour for office workers.
She'd be leaving home for the station right about now.
I grabbed my crossbody bag with all the essentials and hurried to join the morning commute.
My heart was already pounding at the thought of seeing her again.
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The platform was packed with people.
Were there always this many commuters?
I squeezed through the crowd and barely made it to the shooting spot.
Just like last time, a pink dotted line guided my path.
Following it led me to Choi A-ran, sitting on a bench in the station.
I slowly looked her up and down.
Damn, she'd really gone all out, just like she'd promised herself.
She wasn't in her usual business suit.
Instead, a skin-tight cream-colored turtleneck crop top in stretchy spandex material.
Sheer enough to faintly reveal the black lingerie underneath, making its presence subtly known.
The sleeveless design gave off an oddly erotic vibe.
A sparkling cubic necklace dangled over her curvaceous bust.
Her hair was swept smoothly to one side, exuding mature sensuality.
Her earrings were luxury ring styles that suited her perfectly.
For bottoms, a fluttering black tennis skirt—intentionally short, exposing her plump thighs in all their luscious glory.
Even her thighs had some pearlescent lotion, giving them a glossy sheen that drew eyes from every guy around.
And finally, sexy high heels.
Her already stunning legs looked even longer and sleeker thanks to them.
'Whoa. She really dressed to kill. Did I bruise her pride by ditching her so suddenly last time?'
Curious what was going through her head, I pulled up the manager console right away.
It showed her in third-person view, with thought bubbles popping up in the chat window.
💭 THOUGHT LOG 💭[Sigh. I don't want to go to work. Why am I so listless lately?] [I shouldn't have dolled up for nothing. Should've just slept in.] [What's the point of the outfit and makeup? That bastard's nowhere in sight.] [What if he's with another girl? He buried his face in my tits, doesn't he remember? Was it not good enough?] [The hell? He was grinning like an idiot back then!] [Yeah, probably doesn't care as long as they're big. Trash pervert.] [He must've just used me for fun. Should've reported him.] [Show your face, and I'll threaten to call the cops on my way home.]
'Hmm. She's pretty pissed off.'
Not like we hadn't seen each other in ages, but she was grumbling to herself like a heartbroken woman.
Her face looked neutral, but those were her inner thoughts.
Still, I had a strategy ready.
Joo-hee Sister from my church days back when I was a kid had the exact same personality.
The type to spiral into fantasies and build up their own rage.
But they melt from the smallest gesture of affection.
And feel even greater joy from the contrast.
I slowly approached her side.
For dramatic effect, I kept my identity hidden.
With the hat and hood, she didn't even notice me.
Time passed, and we boarded the subway together.
True to rush-hour hell, it was crammed beyond capacity—people packed in like sardines.
The crowd pushed us to the opposite door, right by the window.
The setup felt eerily similar to last time.
She had no clue I was behind her and kept muttering away.
💭 THOUGHT LOG 💭[Tch! As if we'll meet again. What, dress in pretty lingerie and wait? Let you fuck me like a dog? All talk.] [I'll hook up with other guys too. Think I have no options? I just haven't because they're boring. Boring.] [That guy's nothing special besides being tall. Average face too.] [Acting cocky after messing around with a few girls. I've got nothing to envy.] [Yeah! What do I lack? A woman like me should be worshipped on your knees! Ungrateful bastard!]
'Whoa. What's with this?'
Her emotions were ramping up more and more.
Her pride must've taken a real hit.
Makes sense—who'd ever treated her like that?
Guys always fawning over her like a queen.
Some random groper ignoring her? Bound to piss her off.
'Time to loosen her up.'
I closed the distance, naturally herding her toward the corner.
With the packed car, she yielded without resistance.
Now she faced the window, me right behind.
I subtly pulled out the rose and chocolate from my bag.
Felt kinda weird for a chikan move, but whatever.
If it flops, it flops.
With that resolve, I extended the rose from her waist level, slowly raising it.
She jumped, startled by the flower popping up from below while staring out the window.
Turning, her eyes met mine—pupils dilating hugely as she recognized me.
"Were you waiting for me? Kept your promise with that pretty lingerie, huh?"
I grinned shamelessly. Her face flushed crimson as she whipped her gaze forward.
Then came her icy reply.
"Waiting? Try any of that bullshit like last time, and I'll really report you."
I offered the rose to soothe her grumbling.
"Not gonna take it? My arm's getting tired."
"Do I look stupid? Why should I?"
"Why not? Don't like flowers? Then chocolate? Bought it for you."
Premium Italian stuff—ten thousand won, since women go crazy for it.
But pride kept her from accepting easily.
Still, hearing it was for her softened her expression a bit.
See? No woman hates gifts.
From behind, I lightly pulled her into an embrace.
Burying my face in her nape, I whispered soothingly.
"Don't be so prickly. I missed you too."
She flushed hot, shoving me away in a fit.
No real force behind it, as usual.
"A-are you insane? What am I, your girlfriend? Get real?"
But she didn't hate the boyfriend treatment—her face was worlds different now.
That shy blush was a sight.
"Doesn't have to be girlfriend stuff to miss you. Speaking of, why'd you dress so cute today? For me?"
I already knew from the console, but wanted to tease.
Predictably, she shot back with exaggerated disbelief.
"Ha! You're delusional. What makes you think I'd dress up for you? Know your place."
Pouting like I was hurt, I grumbled back.
"That stings a little. I even brought gifts thinking of you."
Slipping the rose and chocolate into her hand, she turned sheepish, a bit guilty.
"...Fine, think what you want. But it's not for you."
I massaged her smooth arm, continuing.
The turtleneck's neat yet sultry feel sparked naughty thoughts.
"Seriously cute outfit. Suits you."
"Save it. Don't want compliments from a pervert stalker."
"Gonna complain all day? I can just leave."
"..."
Couldn't bring herself to say go, so she dodged.
Adorable. I gently turned her chin to meet my eyes.
Asked again.
"Gonna do all sorts of naughty stuff today. You really hate it? I'll leave if you do. No more bothering you."
Her pupils quivered massively.
After agonizing hesitation, she whispered tiny.
"Y-you gave me gifts... so I'll endure today. Just today."
"For real? Means I can do whatever?"
"You'd do it anyway, whatever I say."
"True, but reluctant permission feels hotter, right?"
"...Pervert bastard."
"Anyway, thanks for the meal today."
I pulled her chin in, devouring her lips greedily.
With her own words and last time's memory, she parted her lips willingly, welcoming me.
No trace of her earlier whining—she tangled her tongue fiercely.
No, more like venting her frustration obsessively.
"Chup... slurp... haah... slurp... churrup..."
I pulled back teasingly.
"Haha. Horny already? Starved that long?"
"...Shut up."
"Hated the boyfriend act earlier, but this kiss is dripping with love?"
No time for talk—she grabbed my collar, slamming her lips back on mine.
Making out while embracing from behind had its own thrill.
We savored each other for a good while.
Naturally, my hand slipped into her sleeveless top.
Pushing aside the thin fabric, straight to her breast.
She flinched at the fast pace but didn't reject.
Even tangled her tongue more intensely, hinting at anticipation.
Reaching her chest, I gripped a full breast between her clothes and bra.
Lacy texture brushed pleasantly, the soft yet firm bounce snapping back at my fingers.
"Yes. This is it. Missed this taste. How am I supposed to live without these milk tanks?"
She seemed pleased by my thirsty admiration, pushing her chest forward readily.
Matching her, I yanked the bra cup down boldly.
Over the thin cloth, her cute nipples outlined themselves.
Already perky from the kiss stimulation.
I withdrew my hand, circling her nipples gently over the fabric.
Soft cloth plus my touch brought new pleasure—she let out a melting moan.
"Haaah... haht... hngh... th-this... this... eung..."
"Yeah, feels amazing, right? Want more?"
This time, I pinched and twisted lightly.
Then flicked with fingers.
Scraped gently with nails.
Each time, she gaped her mouth, spilling dumb moans nonstop.
I smashed another kiss on her lips, whispering seductively.
"Time to taste these milk tanks properly? Told you last time—I'll suck till milk comes out."
Her nipples were burning hot, just like before.
The intense afterglow lingered; her face went ecstatic, eyes full of expectation.
Carefully, I rolled up her top.
Over her slim waist, past the bunched bra, finally to her prize.
I turned her for easy sucking.
Facing me with chest out, she blushed furiously, trying to cover.
But I was faster—grabbed both hands, preventing it.
She squirmed bashfully, throwing a tantrum.
"Eut... embarrassing... don't stare..."
"Embarrassed? After I bit and sucked last time?"
"Still... if you're gonna, hurry... it's humiliating..."
As requested, I lunged, taking a huge bite of her breast.
Sweet milky flavor spread, bumpy texture rubbing my tongue deliciously.
I teased the nub relentlessly with my tongue tip.
Licking her nipple from all angles, tormenting nonstop.
"Hng... good... harder... eut... yes... like that... suck harder... haa..."
Like before, she hugged my head, eagerly directing.
Forgot we were on a subway—her voice too lewd.
But no worries—the studio control had a burly guy blocking noise and views.
Now I went full throttle, rubbing and nibbling her saliva-soaked nipple with lips.
"Haauk! Eut!"
Stronger than expected—she gripped my hair hard.
Her upper body shuddered in spasms; she'd hit a mini-climax.
That's when I reached for her untouched pussy below.
This time, I'd show her true heaven.