The Wife's Subway Ordeal
Chaehui didn't get home until well past midnight. My parents were worried sick, but they didn't scold her too harshly. They simply told her not to let it happen again and sent her to her room. What terrified Chaehui more than getting scolded was the thought of them discovering she had gone out without a bra or panties.
On the taxi ride home, she realized she had left her underwear at the senior's house.
"Shit, is this Yun Chaehui's bra?"
"Look at these panties, man."
The seniors passed her underwear around and drank through the night. They didn't need any snacks. Talking about what they had done to her at the bar and at the TA's place was all the entertainment they needed.
The TA had taken her underwear with him. Only after Chaehui got home, changed clothes, and went to her room did she finally message me.
I had been staring at my phone, unable to sleep, so her reply came as a huge relief. I had been so worried about her that I couldn't do anything else.
The next day, after attending morning classes with me, Chaehui said she needed to stop by the TA's office for a moment. In truth, she had already received a message from him.
Outside the TA's office, Chaehui turned to me.
"Gyeongsu, can you wait outside for a bit? I'll be right back."
"Huh? Uh… sure."
I had assumed we would go in together, so I was a little surprised, but I figured she had her reasons and waited by the door.
Chaehui was wearing a light purple blouse and a white A-line skirt that ended about fifteen centimeters above her knees. Beneath it she wore black knee-high socks and white sneakers.
"Oh, Chaehui, you're here?"
The TA stood up from his chair with a lecherous grin.
"Did you get home okay last night? Your dad didn't scold you too much?"
"No… it was fine, senior… Um, my…"
"Huh? Oh, right. Your underwear? Here."
He picked up her panties and bra from the desk. Seeing her underwear dangling from a man's hand made Chaehui feel as though he were touching her body directly. The TA's fingers were squeezing the fabric, rubbing the part that would have rested against her most intimate place.
"Haa… Please give them to me…"
Instead of handing them over, the TA stepped closer, forcing Chaehui to retreat. After a few steps of this silent push-and-pull, her back met the wall.
"Senior… please… Gyeongsu is right outside…"
"Gyeongsu? He's waiting outside?"
"Yes…"
Both of them were whispering. The TA's eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
"Then you'd better stay quiet, Chaehui."
He tossed the underwear onto the desk and immediately grabbed her breasts, kneading them roughly.
"……!"
Chaehui was shocked, but she couldn't make a sound. I was standing just outside. She couldn't let me see her like this. She hated the thought of hurting me.
"Huu… hnn…"
The TA smirked and squeezed both of her breasts harder, drawing a soft, involuntary moan from her. It wasn't because she was enjoying it… it was simply an uncontrollable reaction. Her light purple blouse was being crushed beneath his hands. Her already overflowing chest looked as though it might burst through the tight fabric at any moment.
Then she tilted her head back. "Ah…!"
Her body had already grown hot the night before… though not because she liked sex. Chaehui wasn't that kind of woman.
The TA's lips covered hers. His tongue pushed into her mouth.
"Mmph… mm… hnn… chu…"
Chaehui had tried to resist at first, but the fear of being overheard made her quietly accept his tongue. For nearly two minutes he sucked on her lips while groping her chest.
"See you later, Chaehui."
Just before she opened the door, the TA gave her butt a firm squeeze. She flinched and looked back, but when he raised a finger to his lips in a shushing gesture, she only sighed and left the room.
She tucked the underwear into her bag, bowed to the TA, and stepped outside.
"Huh? That took longer than I thought."
"U-uh… the TA had something to say about the assignment… Let's go!"
Chaehui smiled brightly and linked her arm with mine. It felt good. After all, I was the only guy on campus who could walk around with such a beautiful girl on his arm.
Even while we ate lunch at the student cafeteria and attended afternoon classes together, her cheeks remained faintly flushed. I asked if she was feeling unwell. Ever since last night, a strange excitement had been lingering inside her. Not because she enjoyed sex… but simply because men had been touching her. Kissing her…
"Chaehui, are you okay? Your face is all red."
"Huh? Is it? No, I'm fine…"
She tucked a stray curl behind her ear.
"Gyeongsu, do you want to go drinking tonight?"
"Drinking? Sure, sounds good."
It was the first time Chaehui, raised in a devout Christian household, had suggested going out for drinks. She had joined group drinking sessions before, but this would be the first time the two of us drank alone since we started dating.
"Let's go to the neighborhood next to campus instead of right in front of the school."
"Huh? Uh… okay."
She wanted to avoid running into the TA or the seniors. We decided to take the subway to a place a little farther away. Unfortunately, neither of us had ever ridden the subway during rush hour before, and we quickly regretted it. The train was packed solid. We barely managed to squeeze on, pressed tightly against other passengers. Our destination was four stops away.
Chaehui and I stood facing each other, holding hands while the crowd jostled us. She looked up at me and smiled. Yun Chaehui. The most beautiful, sexy, and radiant woman in the world. I smiled back.
Then her grip on my hand suddenly tightened.
"…?"
When I looked at her face, her expression had twisted slightly.
"What's wrong?" I mouthed.
She quickly smoothed her face and shook her head, as if nothing were wrong. But from that moment on she looked restless, like someone desperate to use the bathroom. Her hand kept squeezing and releasing mine.
I glanced over her shoulder. A rough-looking middle-aged man was pressed right up against her back. I assumed he was simply standing too close and making her uncomfortable. But every time his body shifted, her face twitched again.
I leaned in. "Chaehui, are you uncomfortable?"
She smiled faintly and shook her head. At the same time her lips parted and a tiny "Ah!" escaped. I looked behind her again.
The man's hand had slipped under her skirt. His fingers were moving beneath the short fabric, doing something I couldn't see. After that first gasp, her mouth stayed open. Every time his hand moved, she tilted her head back slightly, her expression melting.
I leaned farther to the side. Though the crowd blocked most of my view, I could see his hand slide from her butt to the front of her panties. From my angle I could only confirm that his hand was now between her legs. Was it inside her panties? Was this stranger touching her… there?
It was the first time Chaehui had ever experienced a man touching her most private place. Her heart pounded. Sweat trickled down her cheek. Her breathing grew ragged, coming out in short, heavy pants.
I wanted to help her, but there was nothing I could do. The man was tall and intimidating. Chaehui squeezed my hand tightly. Her skirt lifted slightly, revealing the scene beneath. The man's hand had gone inside her panties. He was touching her directly.
Her breathing grew even rougher. She gripped my hand hard. I squeezed back, looking at her with helpless sympathy.
"Ah… hnn…"
A soft moan reached my ears. The man was rubbing her most sensitive spot. Her eyes widened. Before I could turn my head again, his other hand came up and grabbed her breast, squeezing the large mound roughly. One hand continued working between her legs while the other kneaded her chest through her blouse.
Was he rubbing her clit? Or pushing deeper, trying to enter her…? Surely not. She was still a virgin. Nothing had ever been inside her before…
"Ah… ang… haah…"
Chaehui's face, being groped on both her chest and between her legs by a complete stranger, her mouth open in helpless pleasure… I lowered my head in agony. When I did, I could see the man's hand on her breast even more clearly. Dissatisfied with just groping through the fabric, he began trying to undo the buttons of her light purple blouse.
God… if those buttons came undone…
[This station is…]
We had to get off. A large number of passengers were exiting here. People crowded toward the doors, pushing the man away from Chaehui. He reluctantly withdrew his hands and stepped back. Chaehui clutched my hand tightly as we were swept along with the crowd and off the train.
Her face was flushed crimson, glistening with sweat. I didn't know what to say.
"Are you okay…?"
She nodded. Even though none of it was my fault, I still apologized.
"I'm sorry…"
Chaehui smiled and linked her arm with mine again.
"Let's go get that drink."
Her words lifted my mood, and we headed up from the station. We found a quiet pub that looked nice. What Chaehui was really thinking, however, was this:
'I want to kiss Gyeongsu right now… I wish he'd touch my breasts…'
Inside the pub we discovered it was mostly filled with men in their forties and older. Neither of us had much drinking experience, so we hadn't noticed. The place had private booths with partitions, just like the old bar Chaehui used to visit with the delinquent Choi Donggu. She looked around and suggested we take the booth in the very back corner. With no other customers nearby, we could enjoy ourselves without any interruptions.
Until that moment…