The 1cm Predator
By the time I left Seo-yun's officetel and finished a light meal, the world had already sunk into a deep, heavy dark.
Streetlights flickered on one by one along the Gangnam night roads, the day's clamor falling away behind them as the air turned cold and sharp. I boarded a nearly empty city bus and settled into a seat at the back.
The cabin was quiet. Nothing broke the hush but the rattle of the engine — until a college girl climbed aboard and took the seat directly in front of mine.
A neatly tied ponytail, clear skin, a major textbook resting on her knees. Anyone looking would have seen the picture of a demure, innocent coed. With earphones in, she stared blankly out the window, her profile so unblemished it almost looked unreal.
Pretty from behind. Maybe I'll mess with her a little.
A smile of pure excitement tugged at the corner of my mouth. I flicked a glance at the Clone sitting beside me.
In a single instant, the 180-centimeter giant of a double evaporated into the air as if he'd never been there. But I could still see him — another me, shrunk smaller than a fingernail, barely a centimeter tall, gliding toward her seat.
The Clone slipped soundlessly behind the nape of her neck.
"Nnh…?"
She flinched at the faint tickle against her skin and reached up to touch her neck — but my Clone had already vanished inside the collar of her shirt.
To a one-centimeter predator, her back was a vast open plain. He crawled across that smooth skin and slowly turned toward the front of her body. Over her collarbone, through the dark gap between shirt buttons — and there it was, a bra cup pulled taut over her chest. Without a moment's hesitation he wriggled into that narrow cleft and burrowed into the white, generous valley between her breasts.
The girl seemed to sense something off. She patted at her chest through the fabric, but there was no finding a tiny invader already buried in the fold of her flesh.
"This is where it starts."
I murmured it under my breath, watching my own reflection in the window.
Settled in her cleavage, the one-centimeter Clone climbed her pale skin and roughly yanked down the upper edge of the bra cup that had been compressing her so tightly.
"Nnh…?"
The sudden shift in pressure made her hunch and fumble over her chest through the shirt — which only pressed the Clone more firmly against her skin. In that cramped gap he began to grow, bit by bit, until he was large enough to take one of those plump nipples into his mouth.
A secret violation unfolding inside her shirt. He kneaded and crushed the soft breast in earnest, then lifted his head, stuffed that tender pink nipple into his mouth, and sucked without mercy.
"Nnhhh…!"
A thin moan slipped out of her before she could stop it. Even with music in her ears, the impossible sensation of her nipple being sucked by something hot and wet sent a convulsive shudder through her whole body. She hunched deeper in panic, and the Clone only took her deeper, rolling the tip of his tongue around the captured bud.
Slurp. Suck—
From the back seat I received every sensation in real time. The springy give of her hypersensitive nipple rolling in the Clone's mouth. The soft, warm mucosa against his tongue. The moment his senses synced with my brain, the stimulus hit my entire body exactly as he felt it.
Soft… goddamn, that's incredible.
I watched her flustered face in the window glass and laughed quietly to myself. In this empty bus, with no one in front of her, she clearly couldn't believe that something was sucking her nipple from inside her own chest. Her face had gone scarlet. She was panting in short, shallow bursts.
Unlike everyone else on the bus, she sat hunched and trembling under a sensation that had no name — and the buttons of her shirt were starting to strain, pulled tight from the inside by a Clone that was still growing.
Flushed to bursting, she clenched a fistful of her own chest. Her fingers worked desperately to peel away whatever was latched onto her nipple from inside the shirt — but my Clone, sealed flush against her soft flesh, didn't budge. Every time he filled his mouth and rolled his tongue, her nipple stood up stiffer, announcing a state of extreme arousal that had nothing to do with its owner's will.
"Hnnnngh…!"
She bit her lip and swallowed the moan trying to break free. But the violation was no longer confined to her upper body. I smiled thinly and issued the next command.
The Clone gave her wet nipple one last hard suck, as if reluctant to leave it, then pulled his lips away without looking back. He slid down past the smooth plane of her sternum. Each time his newly shrunken body crawled over her pale abdomen, she twisted at the waist — a bizarre crawling-insect shiver mixed with a sharp, electric jolt.
He passed the deep well of her navel and found the gap at the waistband of her tight jeans.
"No… not there…"
Her pupils trembled. Against every desperate wish she had, my Clone squeezed through the narrow space between button and zipper and pushed inside.
Dark. Stifling. Thick with heat. He climbed down the smooth skin of her lower belly and began to crawl across the taut cotton of her panties. With every step, the warmth of the secret forest beyond the fabric reached him — along with the sweet, musky scent of the juices already seeping out from her arousal, flooding his sense of smell.
He found it soon enough: the center of the panties, where the hottest heat was pouring out, that narrow cleft. The predator finished preparing to invade her most sacred sanctuary, probing the hidden entrance with a grotesque little smile.
Then he roughly shoved aside the taut edge of the soaked cotton. Beyond it, the college girl's white, tender flesh and the dense thicket of her pubic hair filled the one-centimeter Clone's entire field of view. He confirmed the split of her with his fingertips, already slick with leaking fluid.
"Nngh…!"
She gripped the bus seat hard enough to snap it and dropped her head. The sensation of something hard and alien, inside her pants, inside her panties, directly stroking the most sacred part of her — her whole body convulsed as if she'd been struck by lightning.
Hell was only getting started. I gazed out the window from the back seat and issued a quiet command in my mind.
It was carried out at once.
The Clone's body remained a single centimeter — but the viciously erect cock alone began to swell to its original size. No: past it, into a massive, crushing volume.
Crrrk. Riiip—!
"Ah! Aaaaah—!"
The scream she tried to let out died on trembling lips, crushed down into a strangled moan. The button of her jeans strained as if it would burst — and the Clone's enormous pillar drove into her tight, burning cunt without a shred of hesitation, all the way to the hilt.
A one-centimeter puppeteer swinging a massive slab of flesh from inside her body. An impossible sight. The tight jeans and panties tried to contain that monstrous bulk and failed completely against the expansion tearing through from within. Her pale lower belly rose in a grotesque bulge visible even through the denim.
"Ah… ah! Nnh! Suddenly… haah… it's so full… what, what is this…!"
Her eyes went unfocused, staring at nothing. The two legs planted on the bus floor shook beyond any control, spreading of their own accord as she sobbed. All the while her inner walls, unable to bear the massive foreign presence, kept gushing love juice in thick, helpless pulses.
"Haaaah… nnnngh!"
Wet moans she could no longer hide leaked between the lips of a girl who had looked so composed. Her earphones had already slipped from her ears and dangled against her shoulder, but she didn't have the strength to pick them up — because inside those tight jeans, the giant pillar the one-centimeter Clone had driven into her had begun a merciless piston.
He stood planted in her secret forest and worked only that massively inflated cock, slamming it back and forth with savage force.
Squelch. Schlick. Thuck—!
Her lower belly heaved and bucked hard enough that the brutal motion showed through the denim. Every time that hot, swollen meat, packing her narrow walls to the limit, punched up against the mouth of her womb, her whole body shuddered as if she'd been electrocuted. Head bowed, shaking, she clenched her thighs — and this time they clamped inward, seized by a pleasure she could no longer hold back.
"Excuse me, miss? Are you feeling all right?"
The middle-aged woman in the next seat spoke up, puzzled by the girl's strange movements and ragged breathing. One by one, other passengers' eyes began to turn toward her.
But she couldn't answer. The moment she opened her mouth, the beastly pleasure tearing through her from the inside would have come out as a scream.
The feel of that wet, clenching heat being churned open poured into my brain in real time, fully synced.
Haaah… fuck, that's so good I could lose my mind… nngh.
The sticky friction and the squeezing pressure every time the Clone's giant pillar scraped her hot, tight passage. I was boiling toward climax myself, my lower body stretched so tight it felt ready to split. The dense stimulus the one-centimeter Clone was feeling hit me amplified dozens of times over, and even I started to go hazy.
In the end she came right there in her seat, spine bowing like a drawn bow under a violent orgasm.
"Aaaah—! Nnnnnngh!"
A short scream finally broke free. Hot juices soaked through the crotch of her tight jeans, spreading into a dark stain. The murmuring around her grew louder, but she was already white-out, head hanging, dragging in ragged breaths.
I smiled, satisfied, and pressed the stop button for the approaching stop. The bus pulled in. A cheerful announcement chimed through the cabin.
Before I stood, I gave one last command.
The giant pillar that had been tearing her open inside her pants shrank back to one centimeter in an instant.
Fssss—
The overwhelming fullness that had packed her vanished all at once. She made a sound that was half hollow, half leftover pleasure, and curled in on herself. The Clone slipped out through the wet gap in her jeans, melted like a shadow under my shoe, and was perfectly reabsorbed into the body's own darkness.
"Hoo…"
The dense, burning stimulus the Clone had felt came back unresolved, and I was just as hard — the front of my pants swollen tight enough to burst. As if nothing had happened, I casually lifted my bag to cover the bulge, walked past her swaying figure, and stepped down the bus stairs.
Hiss—
The rear door closed without ceremony. The bus receded into the dark of the night streets. Through the window I could still see her back: head bowed in her seat, trembling, unable to climb out of the shock of the surreal violation that had just been done to her. Under the puzzled stares of the people around her, she would never forget her soaked jeans — or the massive presence that had just raked through the inside of her body.
"Revenge went off without a hitch. And the prank was a good time."
I drew in a lungful of cold night air and walked the quiet residential streets. The tight pressure in my lower body hadn't gone anywhere, but my mind felt lighter than it had in a long time.
From the glittering officetels of Gangnam all the way to a working-class city bus — there was no sanctuary left that my power couldn't reach.
My steps toward home were almost cheerful. In a few hours it would be midnight again. And God's Whim would drop another destructive gift in my lap.
I opened the front door and murmured it to myself.
"Tomorrow… I think I'll play even louder than I did today."