Movie Theater's Common Sense (2)
After picking the movie and finishing seat reservations, we still had some time before it started, so we ordered a popcorn and cola set while we waited.
"I just don't get why girls love romance movies so much."
"For one thing, I'm not a girl. And even if I became one, my tastes wouldn't flip overnight—that's ridiculous. I picked this one because it's something I've been looking forward to anyway."
"What is it about romance that drives girls so crazy? The hot male leads?"
"......You aren't even listening."
I bit my lip and shook my head. Now that I thought about it, Geon-yul was just teasing me. I should've suggested some generic hero flick instead. Guys who only ever see movies as date bait are all the same...!
"Sorry, did I make you mad?"
"Mad? As if."
"Gotta comfort my girlfriend if she's upset."
"So don't act all weird about it..."
"Hah."
Geon-yul waved me off without even looking my way, legs crossed. He'd been playing along just fine until he suddenly let out a sigh, like he was getting fed up.
"If you're gonna play the girlfriend, might as well do it right. What's so different from your usual self?"
"I-is it?"
"Or do you wanna be treated like a girlfriend while acting like your normal self? That'd suck."
"......You're right. But I wouldn't know. I've never had a girlfriend in my life—how am I supposed to know how to act around a boyfriend?"
"Start with the classics. Hold hands. Say a confession line."
"C-confession? From me?"
A bead of sweat trickled down my neck. My face burned hot; fanning myself didn't help much. I agonized over it for a while, lips pressed shut. Then, just like he'd said, I clasped both my hands around one of his.
I squinted up at him, pouting as I mumbled, "People are watching..."
"It's fine. They're all couples anyway—no one's gonna stare. Looks like everyone's paired up around here."
He was right. With a romance flick up next, most were guy-girl pairs. And the pairs came in all varieties—regular guys with women, or guys with Female Bitches or Bitches. In this world, even if Geon-yul whipped out his dick right here for some no-condom doggy-style pounding, hardly anyone would bat an eye. Holding hands and confessing was nothing.
I steeled myself, gripped his hand, and looked up at him with blinking eyes, lips parting. My face had to be beet red—I didn't even need to check.
"I, I like youuu..."
"......Kh, kkhum?!"
But Geon-yul's reaction was unexpected. I'd figured he'd just grin smugly even if I confessed for real, but his face flushed too, and he looked away.
"Cough! Kohol-cough! Cough, cough!!"
"Y-you okay? Have some cola!"
"No, something went down wrong—cough!"
Not only that, but he hacked like something was stuck in his throat. Was my confession that powerful? Could confessing really fluster someone this bad? Feeling guilty since it was my fault, I personally stuck the straw in his mouth.
"Phew, whew... Better now."
I watched him calm down after a sip of cola, lost in thought. Hmm.
Then I decided to tweak the line a bit and try again—just out of curiosity. No deeper reason. I wanted to see if he'd react the same with a proper delivery. Eyes locked straight on his, I opened my mouth.
"......Honey, I love you?"
"Kuh-heeeek!"
The effect was insane—beyond what I'd expected. Unconsciously, I stuck out my tongue, licked my lips, and grinned.
"Heh."
"W-wait, take it back..."
"I like you, I love you, I like you, I love you..."
"Gaaah..."
I kept hammering his weak spot with confessions until he was foaming at the mouth and collapsing. I couldn't hold back anymore—I burst out laughing.
"Ah, ahahaha!"
What was this? Playing girlfriend was kinda fun?
Five minutes to showtime. At Geon-yul's nudge to head in, I sighed and peeled my butt off the chair. Even when I told him the movie wouldn't really start for another ten minutes after the listed time, he ignored me. I pointed out we'd just stare at ads in the dark and it'd be awkward to talk, but he wouldn't budge.
"Still better to get in early."
"So stubborn..."
On the other hand, it was classic Geon-yul. Unlike me, who always cut it close, he was surprisingly diligent. He wanted to settle in well ahead for the movie too.
After hitting the bathrooms, we finally entered. Showed our tickets to the staff, headed to the right auditorium—done.
My heart raced with excitement; it had been ages since I'd seen a movie.
"Please wait a moment."
"Huh?"
But as I tried to go in, a staff member blocked me. I'd handed over the ticket—why? I frowned, but they were thorough to a fault.
"Sir, you're entering with a Bitch, correct?"
"......Yeah, pretty much?"
They blocked my path and talked to Geon-yul instead of me. Of course I didn't complain—this world meant he was my Owner, like it or not. But their word choice felt off. I'd reserved a seat just like him, yet "Bitch accompaniment"? The vibe was turning sour.
"Um... Bitches can't go in? I don't come to theaters much..."
"We'll speak with the Owner. You reserved two seats—planning to seat this Bitch in one?"
"Yes. Problem?"
I was used to being ignored by now, but my heart pounded for a different reason. By this point, both Geon-yul and I could sense we'd violated some basic common sense here. We just hadn't figured out what yet. Were they onto me being a possessor? Labeled "Social Misfit" and incinerated on the spot...?
"Not a problem, per se. Common mistake for infrequent visitors. And it looks like you haven't had this Bitch long."
"Yeah, about two months."
"Ah, that explains it. Our theater has no dedicated Bitch seats. Bitches aren't permitted in regular ones."
"So... what now?"
My heart dropped, then crawled back up. At least we weren't suspects. But from the looks of it, I wouldn't be sitting with Geon-yul.
Wait—no. There are tons of Bitches around.
But that didn't add up. Just looking at the line, plenty of women had tail plugs in their asses and cat or dog ears on. They couldn't all be wrong about the rules. So...
"Bitch accompaniment has special rules. No regular seats, so the Bitch must share one with the Owner."
"Two in one seat?"
"Yes. Typically, the Owner sits with legs spread, and the Bitch slots in between or straddles their lap."
"Ah, so we could've just booked one seat."
"Exactly. We can't normally refund right before start, but since it was a misunderstanding, we'll process it."
"Thanks."
Did I like this or hate it? Free movie thanks to my status was nice, but sharing a seat sounded awkward as hell.
And between his legs or on his lap? Talk about embarrassing.
Dirty thoughts flooded in; I kept my head down, lips sealed until their chat wrapped up.
"Enjoy the show."
"Yep~"
Geon-yul grabbed my hand with a bright smile the second they finished.
"Scored an unexpected deal. Just one ticket now, right?"
"Yeah, lucky... but the seat'll be cramped. Sorry."
"No biggie. My idea to come. Plus, this is a romance special theater—seats are bigger."
"What do romance theaters have to do with seat size...?"
"Dunno. But glad I pushed to come early, huh? If we'd waited like you said, we'd miss the first few minutes haggling at the door."
"True. Good call."
"Knew you'd see it my way."
Movie hadn't started, so we chatted softly en route to our seats. They were indeed a tad wider than average.
"Gotta sit on top, I guess."
Still impossible side-by-side. Geon-yul's thighs were thick from training, and mine were wide-hipped with a big ass even for a girl.
"O-okay? Not too heavy?"
"Not heavy... but two-plus hours like this? Legs might go numb."
"Sorry... should've lost some weight."
"Nah, really fine. I like your figure as is. Soft and squishy where it counts..."
"......"
"Ahem. Anyway, spreading legs wide—slide in between."
"Okay."
I started ass-on-thigh but shifted quick. Between his spread legs was less strain for both, though the spot was narrower.
"Uncomfortable?"
"N-no, manageable."
"Can scoot back more."
"Jeez, such a hassle for a movie..."
I chuckled awkwardly, readjusting—and accidentally ground my ass into his crotch.
"Ngh?"
"Oops."
We'd nailed a comfy pose, but something hard and long pressed against my ass, plunging us into awkward silence. I broke it first, whispering without turning, body rigid.
"Um, something hard's poking my butt..."
"Sorry, gimme a sec to calm it. Got stimulated."
"R-relax! I won't move."
I fixed on the screen, but focused my senses on his cock tapping my tailbone along my crack. Fully hard, it topped 20cm easy—impossible to ignore.
"Hah, hah..."
His breathing in my ear grew ragged too. No sign of shrinking, and now his hand rested on my thigh. A switch threatened to flip in me; I braced myself.
As a movie lover... no funny business in theaters!
I wouldn't be a theater villain. Cleanup's a pain, and I couldn't trust myself to stay quiet. Eyes on the film only. If he pushed, I'd stall till after.
Focus on the movie...!
I pursed my lips tight, feeling his cock nestled in my crack.