A Ticket to Sokcho
On a day of perfect weather, the man boarded a bus. He wanted somewhere he could rest. After a moment's idle wondering over where to go, he simply climbed onto the first bus that caught his eye.
A bus bound for Sokcho.
An old memory rose without warning, and he nodded to himself. The driver, seeing he had no ticket, moved to stop him—until a middle-aged man promptly surrendered his own and stepped back off. The man accepted it as if nothing could be more natural and handed it to the driver. The driver offered an awkward smile and let him board. A moment later the bus pulled away.
Through the windows the passengers left behind could be seen raising a fuss, but the driver paid them no mind at all, as if he were merely doing what had to be done.
Soon the bus left the terminal and climbed onto Gangbyeonbuk-ro.
The man walked slowly down the aisle of the moving bus, looking the passengers over. He had the feeling something good was about to happen. Sure enough, a woman caught his eye and held it.
Where his gaze came to rest, a pretty young woman—Hyerin—sat with her head leaned softly against the window.
The sharp afternoon sun poured through the glass and lit her until she seemed almost transparent, and he liked the sight of it so much he couldn't look away. What struck him first was the pure white blouse she wore. The fabric was thin enough that, whenever the light hit it, the silhouette of a white camisole showed faintly underneath, and the gentle folds following the line of her collarbones gave off a clean, innocent air.
Below that, a pastel chiffon skirt fell to her knees.
Fluttering was the only word for it. Every time the bus jolted, the thin hem rippled like water and secretly traced the curve of the thighs she held so modestly together. The little of her calves that showed was flawless, not a blemish on them. And where the skirt dipped slightly between her legs, a beautiful line held his eyes and would not let them go.
All of it sat in contradiction with a face as cute and gentle as a puppy's.
When he reached her, he met her eyes, offered a greeting, and sat down beside her. She lifted her hips just enough to slide over and make room. He settled in so close they were nearly touching. Through a single layer of thin summer clothes their body heat met bare, but she showed no sign of minding. She simply leaned her head against the window again and looked outside.
"Hello. How far are you going?"
At the question Hyerin lifted her head from the glass, turned toward him, and answered. Her bright smile seemed to light everything around her.
"To Sokcho. What about you?"
He didn't answer. Instead he reached over and picked up the phone resting on her thigh as if it belonged there. Hyerin let him take it without a word of protest. His fingertips passed over the thin chiffon and stroked her thigh as he lifted the phone, and she only smiled.
"Very soft."
At the praise she smiled again and thanked him. She didn't seem to find any of this strange in the slightest. He turned the phone over in his hands, then looked at her.
"Oh. It's locked. Would you unlock it for me?"
He held it out to her as naturally as if it were his own. Hyerin's slim white fingers undid the messenger lock, and she passed it back. He nodded his thanks and took it in his right hand.
The first thing he tapped was the yellow messenger icon.
The app opened onto a stack of chats. Among them he found what looked like a group room she shared with her friends and went in. Four women, Hyerin included, had been talking there. He scrolled up and down with his finger.
How far up had he gone? A photo that looked quite old caught his eye—four of them laughing wide open in front of a park along the Han River.
"You're all pretty. How do you know each other?"
Hyerin's slender finger moved across the screen, pointing them out one by one. Blue sky and green lawn, a mat spread beneath them, four beauties laughing in the sun. He followed her hand and took them in. The first to catch his eye was Sua.
"This is Sua. People have been saying she looks like a model since high school."
She was right. Sua stood a full head taller than the others. Long brown hair fell in thick waves, and even as a high-school girl she had already shed her baby face for the scent of a grown woman. The volume showing through her tight T-shirt put the other three to shame.
Beside her, drawing a V and winking, was Hyunju.
"That's Hyunju. She's really cool. Sharp."
A chic black bob cut razor-straight to her jaw. Catlike eyes that turned up slightly at the corners. Red lipstick against white skin, and a slim figure without an ounce of spare flesh—haughty and polished at once.
Last was Jiin, an arm around Hyerin's shoulder, laughing with her whole face.
"And this is Jiin. She's got the most energy out of all of us."
Sun-browned skin that looked healthy and taut. A high ponytail and a loose hoodie, but every time she smiled her eyes curved like crescents, and the dimple beside her mouth gave her the charm of a playful little devil.
Finished with the introductions, Hyerin tipped her head for a moment, then went on, looking at him.
"Sua's getting married next week. So we decided to get together from today and play for a night and two days. I don't know why she's marrying already when she's still so young."
"Ah. So that's why you're going to Sokcho."
"Yes. We promised when we were little that we'd all meet up and have fun at a nice seaside pension."
"Is that so? Then none of you are virgins, I take it."
"We are. All of us. Sua even made a Purity Pledge."
Hyerin covered her mouth with those slim white fingers, laughed softly, and answered him without hesitation. She tilted her head a few times, as if some part of her found it odd to be telling a man she'd only just met things like this, but that was all. He returned the phone with a well-mannered smile. She slipped it into her handbag.
"You must be pretty close. Ah—this is a little uncomfortable."
He lifted his left hand toward her chest, then gave up, as if the angle bothered him. He stroked her a few times, gently enough, but seated side by side he couldn't quite get a grip worth using. When his hand left her breast, Hyerin looked at him as if she wanted to help.
"Mm. Should I take the blouse off? Would that be easier for you?"
"No, it's fine. Something else has caught my interest. I can touch your breasts later."
As he spoke he began slowly rolling up the long, fluttering chiffon skirt. The hem climbed with his hand, and her pretty white legs came into view a little at a time. Hyerin only watched his hands, head tipped, curious and unresisting.
"You seem very considerate."
Was he lifting it so gently because he was afraid the chiffon might tear? She decided that must be it, and spoke to him quietly. He only wore a charming smile.
"We've still got a long way to go. I'm bored. Mind if I keep looking and playing with you until then? I was going to play with your breasts, but the angle was hopeless."
"Of course. I was bored too. This works out."
She answered as if it were obvious.
Satisfied, he smiled and moved his hand deeper. The chiffon rolled all the way up, baring the soft white of her thighs completely, climbing past the slight dip at her groin that had made it so hard to look away. Beneath the skirt a thin silk-lace panty began to show—the last barrier guarding what was precious to her. Pretty enough to seem fragrant. He nodded, pleased, and gentle about it.
While the two of them talked, the bus stayed quiet. The other passengers looked out the windows or dozed, and none of them seemed to notice what was happening at all.
He brushed the edge of her panty with a fingertip and murmured.
"Pretty panties, too. That pink-tinged white makes them stand out even more."
Color rose slowly in Hyerin's face. He enjoyed the sight of it and added, mischievous.
"Strange, though. Is the air-conditioning broken? Why is it so wet here?"
"Ah…… that's……."
Her face went red as a beet in an instant. She tried on instinct to close her thighs, but his hand was faster. His index finger pressed into the thin lace as if it meant to push straight through, and Hyerin swallowed a short "Nnh—!" as her hips jerked. From the place his finger touched, a wet stain spread in widening rings.
"Oh. Already about to overflow."
Maybe his words were the signal. He hooked the side of the panty aside, and a clear, warm trickle ran down the pale swell of her thigh.
"This won't do. Wouldn't it be better to take them off? They're going to soak through."
Hyerin nodded and lifted her hips herself so he could peel them away more easily. He drew the panty down slowly, and what lay beneath was white, neatly kept, and soft. Already a little wet. He pressed the just-removed panties into her hand, and she glanced around before hurriedly burying them deep in her bag.
In that same moment he filled the parted slit with his middle finger and whispered. Hot breath broke from her mouth.
"Already this wet? Your friends would be shocked. You said you were a virgin, but this grip feels pretty familiar."
Hyerin flushed and answered.
"I am a virgin... but... when I do it alone... I do it a lot."
"Haha. Doing it alone is all right, then?"
"Yes. At night. Before I sleep."
She barely got the words out, voice shrinking. He seemed to like the honest confession; his finger never stopped. A soft smile sat on his face. Every jolt of the bus shook her body and sharpened the sensation. She bit her lip and tried to hold the sound in, but a little of it escaped anyway.
"Ah... please be careful... I think I'm going to make a noise..."
With his other hand he started undoing the buttons of her blouse. The angle was awkward, but her breasts were too good to let pass. Soon a plain, soft white bra showed beneath the open blouse, and what it held was fuller than he had expected. He tugged the bra down a little and pinched a pink nipple between his fingers, twisting it lightly.
"Pretty breasts, too. Are your friends this pretty? The one getting married next week... a Purity Pledge, was it... hmm. A shame. To get married without ever feeling something this good. You said she's waiting where we're headed?"
He kept speaking softly while both hands played her. Hyerin, barely able to keep her head, panted out an answer. Her breath had grown even hotter than before.
"That girl... she's really innocent... Should I... help a little? If you... want... I'll help you."
He let out a short laugh and nodded. It was the answer he'd wanted to hear. He caught her pink nipple between his fingers again and rubbed, and at once her body shivered.
"Good. But we've still got a long way before Sokcho. Let's focus on right now."
This time he pushed two fingers slowly into her pussy.
Slick.
A ragged breath slipped from her at the same moment. He savored the reaction and moved his fingers slowly. Every time they worked busily in and out of her, the breath leaving her mouth grew sweeter. Slickness spilled from her mound and dripped, staining the bus seat.
"Ha... ah. Isn't it... uncomfortable?"
She asked through a heated pant, pointing at the bulge straining the front of his trousers. He grinned.
"It has been, actually. Pretty uncomfortable. Want to help me out?"
At the easier, familiar way he spoke, Hyerin reached out with a trembling hand and drew his zipper down. A moment later his dark-red cock pushed free of the trousers, thick and imposing. She had been the one to take it out, and still her eyes went round.
"What? You've never seen one?"
"Never. Not in person."
With his hand gone from her pussy she managed a slightly calmer voice, but the flush on her face and the heat still in her breath gave her away completely.
"Just a moment."
"Going to suck it?"
"That's... too embarrassing... not yet..."
She unbuckled her seat belt and slowly sat down on his lap. Maybe because his fingers had been working in and out of her until just now, his thick cock slid into her pussy with ridiculous ease.
"Haaah—!"
The cry tore out of her before she could stop it. She clapped a hand over her mouth and looked around in a hurry, but the people nearby were still only staring out the windows.
"Hnnnngh—"
The stimulation must have been too much. Both of his hands came around from behind her and gave her pink nipples a light twist, and she couldn't hold back another loud moan.
"You like it that much?"
"Yes. I... like it so much..."
The bus's soft vibration started her body moving up and down on its own, and heated breath pushed roughly past her lips again. He matched her, rolling his hips forward and back—slow, but smooth. Her movement and his fell into one rhythm, and her mind seemed to be going white.
Seated on his lap facing forward, Hyerin kept dancing her hips without a thought in her head. Now and then the bus struck a pothole with a hard thud, and he slipped out of her. Every time, she grabbed for him in a frantic hurry and filled the split of herself again, like a child who couldn't bear to lose a treasured toy. And whenever the hand that had slipped inside her white blouse kneaded her breast, her pussy clenched—
tight, tight—
around his cock.
"Mmm..."
His lips at the nape of her neck made her tremble, and she tipped her head back. He pinched the tip of her nipple between his fingers once more. When his tongue dragged down her nape, a pleasure sharp enough to pierce her brain melted her waist; she sank and swallowed him deeper, then let him slide back out.
In that instant a tiny drop of blood fell onto his trousers.
He saw it and whispered in her ear.
"Oh? You really were a virgin?"
Hyerin's face went scarlet. She only nodded.
"It's all right. Don't be shy. Focus only on how it feels there."
Smiling, he took her waist in both hands and guided her so she could move slowly up and down. She closed her eyes as he told her and poured every bit of her attention into her pussy.
Then lightning struck through her head, and the world went white.
Slick. Slick.
The sound was small, and not one person on the bus so much as turned a head. As if it were only natural. Only a woman in the seat behind them, somewhere near her mid-thirties, kept glancing over—as if she were enjoying it, or envying it. Her hand moved in small motions between her legs. She seemed to be touching herself while she watched them.
The man turned his head just enough to meet her eyes through the gap between the seats, and nodded as if granting permission. A moment later, from the seat behind, came the voice of the woman in her thirties, full of joy as she reached her peak.
As if she had heard it, Hyerin reached both arms back around his neck and rested the back of her head against his brow.
Then she whispered. Quietly—truly quietly. Barely loud enough for him alone.
"It's my first time... and it feels so good..."
He lifted her hips a little and set her down again, pushing deeper. Her pussy was narrow and hot from being untouched, but little by little it took him more softly. One drop of blood, then another, kept falling.
He nipped her ear and said,
"What should we tell your friends you're doing right now?"
At his words Hyerin drew out her phone with a trembling hand and took a picture of herself as she was. Then she posted it to the group chat. In the photo she sat on his lap, smiling, and beneath the skirt—though no one looking would know—his cock filled her completely.
She set the phone down, turned on his lap until she straddled him face to face, and pressed her lips to his.
Her friends were losing their minds on the other end of that phone, but Hyerin didn't care in the slightest. All her attention stayed on his mouth against hers, and on his cock as her pussy felt it. The phone kept buzzing without a pause, and the bus ran on quietly toward its destination.
He filled her until her secret spring overflowed, pouring a thick white flood into her twice more.
When the bus reached the terminal, Hyerin's legs had given out so completely she couldn't have stood on her own.
"Wait here a second."
He left her standing and went to the woman in the seat behind. She had been stealing looks at the two of them and comforting herself; the moment he lowered his trousers she opened her mouth as if she had been waiting.
"Clean it. Properly. Otherwise it itches."
Like someone finding an oasis in a desert, she took his soiled cock into her mouth in a greedy rush.
Slurp. Suck. Lap—
A devoted tongue licked him clean in every crease. She swallowed even the traces of love still smeared on him from inside Hyerin, then clicked her tongue as if it weren't enough. He turned away without a scrap of feeling, finished with her. He didn't spare a glance for the regret in her eyes. He took Hyerin by the arm and helped her off the bus.
The bus stop. The resort's hot sun was baking the asphalt. Hyerin came down with his arm around her waist and could barely stay upright, leaning into him. Warm semen was still leaking between her legs, and the inside of her skirt was soaked.
An unexpected welcoming party was waiting.
Uniformed police officers, and at their center a woman. Sua—the one who had been laughing so brightly in the photo Hyerin had shown him on the bus. The bride-to-be, her wedding a week away, wore a white dress under a denim jacket. Now her eyes were brimming as she glared at him.
"You rotten bastard!"
The eyes fixed on him burned with rage. She must have seen the photo Hyerin posted and decided, beyond any doubt, that he had done something to her. Did she think he'd drugged her?
"Ah, Miss Sua? You even brought your colleagues out to welcome me. I'm touched."
He lifted a hand in a cheerful greeting. He could feel the officers around Sua falter.
"Haha. Coming all this way over a little joke between friends. Nothing's wrong, so why don't you all head back."
The moment he finished, the officers looked at one another and started laughing, awkward and sheepish.
"Huh? You called us out for nothing?"
"Right? Come on, let's go."
They drained away like a tide, and only Sua was left standing blankly in the terminal. Her eyes shook hard with confusion.
"Why'd you do that? Between friends. Looks like you need a little punishment."
He stepped in front of her. Sua dropped her head, on the verge of tears.
"You're right... Why did I even report it? I must be out of my mind..."
She was blaming herself. One arm still around Hyerin's waist, he walked slowly up to Sua, and Hyerin came with him, head resting on his shoulder, matching his steps. Sua looked from one of them to the other, sunk in guilt. He met her with a gentle gaze, soothing her—and then reached a hand between her legs. Beneath the soft, fluttering feel of the white dress, he felt the plush, thick mound of her pussy.