Chapter 33
Chapter 33
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: The Perverted Girl on the Subway (2)
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Kim Na-yeon loved reading books.
Unlike her shy, passive self, the protagonists in those books were vibrant and bold, always doing things she could never dream of. Reading gave her a thrilling sense of vicarious satisfaction.
That was why she devoured books of every genre whenever she had a spare moment.
And that was why it was inevitable that she'd eventually pick up an erotic novel.
The shocking scenes of men and women locked in intercourse—far too intense for her young age—the heavily censored lewd terms, the shamelessly lascivious dialogue too embarrassing to even mimic...
Her rational mind screamed that she should stop reading, but she simply couldn't tear her eyes away.
"Na-yeon, reading again today? You're such a model student, just like always."
That was when her mother spotted her with the book and chimed in.
The bizarre thrill of being praised while immersed in something so filthy, the terror of getting caught, the intoxicating pull of the story—it all blended into a heady rush of excitement.
From that day forward, she read erotic novels every day in the living room, right in front of her parents. She was already hopelessly hooked on the forbidden thrill of it all.
But that wasn't the end of it.
Keep devouring those books, and soon she started craving the acts described within them.
She wanted to be touched like those women, sucked like them, fucked like them...
Her fantasies gradually escalated into full-blown sex dreams.
And once they started, the intensity only ramped up.
Vanilla sex no longer cut it for her arousal. She hunted for edgier novels and spun ever more depraved fantasies.
Being groped by strangers, stripped naked in public, leashed and paraded like a dog, gang-raped before a crowd...
Each scenario sent shivers of dark ecstasy through her, and she loved every twisted second.
She had become a thoroughly lewd girl.
She only started dating her boyfriend to vent this perverse lust.
The real thing—actually being molested or raped—terrified her. But if it was just 'play,' she figured she could handle it. That was why she'd accepted his confession.
Yet her boyfriend turned out to be far too innocent, never making a move no matter how blatantly she hinted.
Disappointing as it was, she made do by masturbating to fantasies of being groped right in front of him. It felt even better than usual.
Then, one day, a man appeared who groped her exactly like in her fantasies.
To cut a long story short, her fantasies had been a massive delusion.
Being groped felt way better than she'd ever imagined. Even the lightest touch from him had her teetering on the edge of orgasm.
When he slipped his hand inside her panties and fondled her pussy, her mind spun in dizzying haze. When his finger pushed inside, she nearly passed out.
The crashing waves of pleasure threatened to sweep her away completely.
She put up a token struggle, but he ignored it entirely, relentlessly teasing her folds.
And right as she hurtled toward climax...
The man yanked his hand away.
Parched and unfulfilled, she whipped her head around. Shockingly, the groper was far more handsome than she'd pictured. Handsomer than her own boyfriend, even...
She wanted to beg him to keep going, but his promise to return tomorrow left her nodding helplessly.
She dragged her throbbing, aroused body to the bathroom.
There, she furiously masturbated to visions of him raping her on the spot.
She was late to school.
The next day, he showed up again.
His handsome face still set her heart aflutter. Why would a guy like that do something so twisted? she wondered, but no answer came.
She simply angled her body to make it easy for him.
Of course, her pussy was already soaked, and as if he knew, his finger plunged smoothly inside.
Whether he was hitting all the right spots or her body had simply grown that sensitive, the pleasure dwarfed her solo sessions, drawing involuntary moans from her lips.
But it still fell just short. A little harder... deeper... Drive me insane like this, she thought, unconsciously clutching his arm and grinding her hips against him.
Yet again, no climax. Right on the brink, he pulled away.
He seemed pissed for some reason, roughly yanking her panties down.
In the packed subway car, her ass and pussy were bared for all to see.
Panicking, she reached to hike them back up from her knees, but he demanded she remove them herself.
Go without panties all day, he said, and he'd make her cum tomorrow. She had no choice but to obey.
She squatted slowly, peeling them off with trembling care.
It felt like every soul in the car was staring, the thrill raising goosebumps all over her skin.
As she froze in quivering uncertainty, he nudged her pussy with his foot.
The jolt was too much—she crumpled to the floor, her skirt flipping up.
She scrambled to rise, only to trip again, burying her face in the man's crotch.
She felt his cock pressing against her cheek. It reeked of raw, musky sex. Her mouth watered instinctively.
The rigid shaft dwarfed her face, harder than steel. Nothing like her fantasies in size or sensation.
And somehow, it felt good. Without thinking, she flicked out her tongue and lapped at his crotch.
Startled by the bizarre taste, she jolted upright and handed him her soaked panties.
Drenched like they'd been dunked in water, she couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes.
That day, too, she slipped into the bathroom.
And arrived late to school.
Spending the day commando nearly drove her insane.
Everyone seemed to know. Everyone's eyes felt glued to her exposed pussy.
Fantasizing about herself as public spectacle kept soaking her chair.
Every break, she bolted to the bathroom.
Only after masturbating to visions of him storming the school to rape her could she dial back the heat even a little.
Her boyfriend eyed her strangely, full of concern, but she couldn't breathe a word.
A few days earlier, she might've teasingly flashed her skirt to tempt him.
Now? Not a flicker of that urge. Her head was consumed by him.
The next day, she waited in the usual spot.
Bold as brass, she'd skipped panties entirely.
Already wildly aroused, her juices trickled down her thighs.
She'd preemptively turned her body toward him.
She was too embarrassed to let him see the giddy, eager grin she'd flash at his face.
As she waited, he finally arrived.
Unlike before, his grope on her ass felt clumsy and off.
Not the familiar smooth fingers, but rough, calloused paws.
Far from pleasure, it grated on her nerves.
The vise-like squeeze, like wringing fruit for juice, outright hurt.
"Ow... that hurts..."
She whimpered softly, but he only seemed delighted.
He clamped down harder and chuckled.
"Heh heh heh... Heard there was a pervert slut riding this time slot, and it's you? Moaning like a bitch in heat!"
Her mind blanked.
This wasn't him. The man pawing her now was a stranger.
Daring a glance over her shoulder confirmed it: a total rando, reeking of homeless bum.
Revulsion hit like a truck.
Horror curdled in her gut.
His filthy touch made her want to puke.
She struggled to fight back, but another man sidled up.
Another bum, stinking to high heaven, clamping dirty hands on her arm.
A third appeared opposite, tugging at her clothes while she flailed helplessly.
"N-nooo!"
Tears streaming, she begged for help, but the crowd just gawked.
Her fantasies? A colossal, cruel joke.
Reality crushed them. Being molested was pure agony, every touch fueling suicidal despair.
"...Save me... please, someone save me..."
Ironically, in this hell, her thoughts flew to him—the original groper.
Please...
She'd give him anything, everything. But these other men? Death first.
"You fucking pieces of shit won't piss off?"
Then he appeared.