Movie Theater Common Sense (3): The Movie Starts
The theater lights dimmed, and actors began appearing one by one on the screen. A song played, and the plot slowly unfolded.
But I couldn't focus at all.
Calm the hell down already...!
The whole movie, something kept thrusting from below, slapping my ass. It was so distracting I was going insane. Of course, getting slapped with a dick wasn't exactly turning me on. It wasn't hitting near my pussy or anything. I'm not that pathetic. They call it a "meat bat," but it's not like a real bat—it's not gonna hurt. Still, it was more than enough to piss me off. Who'd feel good getting dick-slapped in the middle of a movie?
Am I the only one noticing this?
The problem was, saying something here felt awkward. Forget everything else—theater's too quiet to speak up without drawing eyes. And anyway, a few scolding words wouldn't make his erection go down. I knew that firsthand. Hell, just a few days ago, that thing was between my legs.
This is driving me nuts... What if he's getting worried he can't hold back?
What if he loses it and decides to relieve himself in the hole right in front of him—thrusting straight in from this position...?
No way. He wouldn't do that here.
I couldn't help but chuckle at how ridiculous that sounded. No matter what, Geon-yul came from the same normal world as me—he's got common sense. He wouldn't jump me first unless "common sense" forced his hand. Girlfriend role is girlfriend role. Sex without anyone telling him to? That's crossing a line.
*Crunch.*
I shoved a handful of popcorn in my mouth to regain my composure. Given how we were sitting, I had to hold the popcorn. Geon-yul was in the seat, and I was wedged between his legs, ass pushed back. Me holding it meant we could both eat. My body was in the way, so he had to stretch like a long-armed monkey in the dark theater—not comfy, but if he held it, I'd starve.
"Eek?!"
Ironically, the popcorn and our position caused another issue.
"Sorry, did I startle you?"
"Y-yeah. You just brushed it, right?"
"Grabbing the popcorn."
His hand, reaching around both sides of me for the popcorn, naturally grazed my breast. Not kneading or smacking outright, but it definitely touched the side of my tit.
An accident... right?
My heart pounded wildly. My breasts were pretty big, so accidental bumps weren't weird, but with him, I couldn't help suspecting.
I'd had plenty of experiences where my chest drew stares. The dedicated bitch collar kept hands off, but walking around, people gawked at my jiggling tits.
"Can you hold the popcorn closer?"
"Hah?! Y-yeah, sure."
Thankfully, he whispered right in my ear—just the essentials, quiet enough not to bother others. We'd snagged seats off-center, in a dim corner, so no harm done.
He's whispering way too close to my ear!
His warm breath tickled my earhole, making me shiver involuntarily, but that wasn't a big deal. The real issue was asking me to pull the popcorn closer—right up against my body.
"Chae-a?"
"N-no, it's just... hard to..."
I'd been holding the tub on my knees, in front of my chest. From his view, he had to stretch like crazy. So he wanted me to drag it to his lap, hug it close.
That'd make it easier for him, no big inconvenience for me—but my tits would get in the way.
Sigh, these things are too damn big for their own good...
My D-cups naturally draped over the tub's rim. I'd tried the meme thing—resting tits on a desk to see if it was comfy—but popcorn tub? First time.
This good?
I readjusted, glanced back quietly to check his reaction. Then his hands slid forward, wrapping around me... and plunged straight into the tub.
"Hiiyaah?!"
"Shh!"
Plunged? Hell no. He grabbed my tit like he'd been waiting.
Popcorn was never the goal. That was just the excuse to grope me.
"Don't moan in public."
"Y-you're the one groping me..."
I started to snap, then held back. Right—girlfriend mode means taking it all. Even during a movie, maybe boyfriends get tit-grabs.
Is that right? Do normal couples do this? I wouldn't try it even if I had a girlfriend.
But I'm the girlfriend now, not boyfriend. Who knows.
"Hng..."
Still, no moaning, like he said. Corner or not, a loud one draws eyes.
"Ahem!"
Sure enough, a guy's fake cough from over there. I felt my face burning red-hot in the dark, head down, eyes off the screen.
Mortifying... kill me now!
I squeezed my eyes shut, grinding my teeth. What did they think? Obvious: shameless slut-couple getting freaky in public.
We're not! Unfair. But explaining now? Impossible.
I glanced toward the cough, eyes down, and mumbled softly.
"S-sorry..."
*Slurp, slurp slurp...*
But what I saw was light-years from expected.
"...?"
At least I'm sitting. That bitch over there had her face buried in the guy's crotch, sucking dick like it was her life's mission—cheeks hollowed out. Made me blush. And she looked blissful? Freaky.
So it wasn't about me.
Scanning the theater, they weren't the only ones. This screening room probably tacitly allowed it.
Did Geon-yul know?
Nah, he wouldn't pick this on purpose. I chose the movie and seats. He probably noticed after we sat.
"Chae-a."
"..."
"Wanna take off your bra? Or should I?"
Now he's blatant. No hiding.
I'd yanked out the bitch tail earlier 'cause sitting sucked, thinking that was it for stripping here.
*Jiggle—*
Without hesitation, he cupped under my tits and shook hard. Watching them bounce left-right in his hands... my nipples stiffened on their own. His dick poking my ass crack did too.
"Haa, haa..."
Then rough hands slipped inside my clothes. Theater dark, but he unhooked my bra like a pro, sliding it clean out under my top.
This bastard's a total boob man!
Wedged between his legs, all I could do was stifle moans.
*Rustle—*
The bra with milk pads on the nipples slipped out, hit the floor. Not embarrassing lingerie, but the sweet milky scent spread, burning my face. All my breast milk.
When did I leak this much...?
Makes sense, though. Forgot morning milk-latte, tits full. PC bang overstimulation leaked some. And now, secretly toyed by Geon-yul...
Leaking milk while sucking dick is funny, but whatever.
"Cumming from your tits, huh."
"Hng...♡"
Tits don't cum. They make baby food. Comparing to piss or squirt?
But no rebuttal came. True—I'd become the type that lactates when horny.
Was it always like this, or just me?
*Squeeze—Squeeze—*
Now, as he softly milked me, streams jetted honestly from my nipples. Beg my body to notice and stop—nope, it obeyed him more.
I clamped my mouth in shame, but low moans leaked anyway.
"Mm, ungh, hnggh..."
Big tits are less sensitive? Bullshit. Didn't apply to me.
What if they were small? Would it feel even more? Daily life impossible.
Honestly, pre-woman me couldn't grasp tits getting touched making you horny. Just fat sacks, way bigger than mine, manhandled by huge hands—body heats up, pussy soaks? Insane.
But it does...
I panted, arching my back. Bent forward like a dairy cow, milked. Each time, arousal soaked his lap.
Body squirming to escape, but he gripped tight. Waist locked—no moving.
His hands climbed. Squeezed tits, fiddled armpits, shoulders, then grabbed my chin.
*Whoosh—!*
Forced my head up. Our eyes met. Opposite directions—he stared straight, I craned back.
Sitting height difference: me looking up, him down.
*Thump, thump.*
...No way?
Hand left chin, back to tits. But I stayed, eyes locked, heart racing.
Then he whispered in my ear.
"Your face is fucking slutty right now."
Dark theater, but this close? Full view. Eyes half-lidded, lips parted expectantly, corners up—flushed for sure. Straight-up bitch-in-heat face from manga.
"H-hng."
His dick, stabbing my ass, swelled impossibly hard. Then his lips pressed mine.
*Smack—*
His top lip on my bottom, his bottom on my top.
*Lick—Suck—Schlurp—*
Kissing's this lewd...?
Shame swallowed, tongues tangled hard. No choice.
……Today, I'm his girlfriend.