Movie Theater Date
Long time no date. The date course that Min-su had picked started with the movie theater.
During the movie, they could enjoy some light skinship, and afterward, they could expand the conversation endlessly around it as a topic. Not a bad choice at all. And if it was that masterpiece romance film that women were raving about? Even better.
Min-su's aim was for the melancholic mood after the credits to draw them into a sweet, seductive atmosphere toward each other.
He bought three tickets. For himself, Su-yeong, and the counselor's little brother. The money came straight out of Min-su's wallet, of course.
She was already giving him relationship advice and coaching him on the date course—making her pay on top of that just felt wrong.
...Or did it? He couldn't quite tell. This was just common sense, so he did it, but was it really right?
Min-su's family was well-off enough that this kind of expense was nothing, but a nagging awkwardness tugged at his chest, hard to shake off.
That discomfort vanished the moment he saw Su-yeong's flushed cheeks, brimming with anticipation. Though he pushed away the thought that the flush might be from the little brother teasing her G-spot rather than excitement.
Common sense dictated a woman on a date wouldn't focus more on the counselor's little brother's caresses than her boyfriend.
"Excited, right?"
"Haaah♥♥ Scratching my clit feels so gooood♥ ...Huh? Oh, y-yeah! Totally excited. I've been dying to see this movie forever."
Min-su deliberately ignored the first half of his girlfriend's response. She was a girl, after all—what could you do about her pussy being weak to direct pleasure?
Theater seats were arranged: little brother-Su-yeong-Minsu.
The little brother's presence was a bit annoying, but having Su-yeong right next to him was enough for Min-su.
The lights dimmed as showtime hit, and the projector beamed to life. In the hush, the romance film—pinnacle of female fantasy—unfolded before the audience.
Honestly, Min-su wasn't into this kind of thing. He preferred simple stuff: black guys and white guys shooting guns and smashing enemies.
Contrasting his elite, tidy image—or maybe true to a man's dreams. If Su-yeong hadn't liked it, he never would've watched.
But if Su-yeong likes this kind of thing...
Min-su thought himself pretty cool for sacrificing his tastes for the woman he loved.
The mood heated up a notch. Not quite climax yet, but plenty of that fluffy sweetness women adored.
Min-su casually laid his hand over Su-yeong's. He flinched involuntarily—her small hand was twitching sharply, slick with sweat.
Startled, he glanced at her seat. Su-yeong had thrust out her pale breasts, head thrown back, stifling moans on the verge of bursting.
And the counselor's little brother was mercilessly toying with her nipples, clit, navel, pussy—all her erogenous zones.
Only then did Min-su notice the pussy squelching sounds drowned out by the movie. Her cunt gushed juices freely in response to his fingers, no pretense.
The theater seat and her hot pants were soaked through; even Min-su's feet felt the dampness.
The little brother ignored the movie entirely from the start, focused solely on playing with Su-yeong's body.
And Su-yeong, under those touches, couldn't possibly focus on the screen.
Min-su wanted to yell, what the hell are you doing? But the theater etiquette—"be quiet"—held him back from such rudeness.
Instead, he whispered harshly to the little brother. "What the hell are you doing in a movie theater?"
Su-yeong was too lost in her pussy training to answer. The little brother did.
"Oh, sorry, bro. Am I bothering you?"
Min-su was dumbfounded by the innocent tone. Was that even a question?
"I was edging her on purpose so she wouldn't cum and make noise. Sorry if it's annoying."
Even as he spoke, his hands never stopped ravaging Su-yeong's body—like it was his natural right.
His technique was masterful: seemingly rough, but teasing her to madness without letting her climax.
Su-yeong stifled her moans expertly; any audible noise was quieter than popcorn crunching.
Min-su fumbled for words, finally managing something semi-sane. "Aren't you watching the movie?"
"Well, I don't really get movies. So I figured I'd prep something else instead."
"Prep?"
"Yeah. Warming up sis's pussy ahead of time. You know female cunts taste best in sex if you heat 'em up like this first."
Min-su felt confused. "W-wait, didn't you already warm her up with a creampie fuck before we came?"
"That was hormone priming. This is pussy warming. Similar, but totally different."
Was it? Min-su wasn't an expert on the nuances.
If the pro counselor said so, he'd take his word for it.
"Here, check this out."
The little brother pulled his left hand from Su-yeong's pussy and showed it off. Drenched in her juices.
"Sis Su-yeong's got such a premium wet cunt. Date's gonna end in bed anyway, right? I'll get it primed perfectly for you. Exciting, huh?"
"Gulp..."
Min-su swallowed hard without thinking. No matter how polite or nice, he was still a guy. Bitches' allure was irresistible.
"Uh, y-yeah. Thanks, man. Really appreciate you going out of your way for us."
"I'm doing it 'cause I enjoy it. Oh, but I should probably let her cum soon. Lemme see."
The little brother suddenly pulled out his phone and fiddled with it.
Using your phone in a theater was a blatant manners violation—Min-su opened his mouth to complain—but the screen's sudden shift threw him off.
The sweet romance climax veered sharply into a bestial orgy sex party.
The audience seemed flustered by the hyper-real actors' gangbang. But no one left or complained.
They were too shocked. Even as someone squirted and screamed in orgasm nearby, they chalked it up to the movie.
Then the film snapped back to its original path, as if the orgy never happened.
Dialogue and scenes proceeded assuming that sequence was real—utterly bizarre.
Every viewer but two stared blankly ahead, brains battered by the plot's assault on common sense and imagination. Nothing else registered.
About twenty minutes later, the credits rolled. Ordinary ending for a film with a deranged orgy scene.
Min-su couldn't love it, even without that. The heroine dumped the protagonist for "reality," glamorizing it as fond memories.
Big hit with women, sure—purely female wish-fulfillment.
But bitching openly felt petty. Min-su forced a smile and asked clichély, "Movie was fun, right?"
Su-yeong, thighs and seat soaked in her own pussy juices, stared blankly at her boyfriend before grinning.
"Y-yeah. Happy endings are the best."
Audience opinions hadn't shifted. Though later reviews added notes like "Beware sudden orgy scene!"—small talk fodder.