Of Course
Of course it would apply. It had to.
"Hic— th-that's... um... nnh."
What I actually wanted was to see how this woman would come out of it. An apostle of justice, fed her lust by a criminal—what kind of reaction would she show? I wanted to ask whether that made her any different from that older woman, and I wanted to hear the answer. I set my index finger lightly against Shin Mirae's lips, hiccups and all, and slowly pointed at the blue bell fixed to the wall. Then I leaned in and whispered at her ear.
"If you don't want this, press it whenever you like. I won't get in your way."
With that I turned my face and kissed her. I was glad I'd come in a coat. Slowly I lifted the hem with my left hand and drew it around us like a curtain. We were packed in shoulder to shoulder anyway; there wasn't much space to hide. My right hand rose and slipped inside her padded vest.
"Mmph— mmn— mmph."
Every time my lips brushed hers, Shin Mirae trembled as if she'd been shocked. The fists clenched tight against her chest made it a little awkward, so I eased those hands up and guided them toward my waist. She seized my knit as if she'd been waiting, crumpling the fabric in her grip. I paid that no mind and closed my hand over the swell of her chest through the thick hoodie.
"Mmph!"
"Shh."
She jerked under my touch and let out a sound loud enough to matter. I drew my mouth from hers, looked down into her eyes, and brought a finger to my lips. Shin Mirae gazed up at me and nodded in tiny, shaking dips, her face bright with anticipation. I glanced behind us. Fortunately, everyone nearby had earphones in. Still, we had to be careful. Getting caught would be a real headache.
"Haa... haa..."
Watching her eyes as she dragged in rough breaths, I slowly stroked her chest. Her brow knit. Her eyes slid shut.
"Nnh... mm... mmn..."
Once she started to feel my hand, I squeezed harder now and then. Her expressions were good—immediate, honest, a sight worth savoring. Then I let the hand that had been toying with her breast slide down and slipped it under the hoodie, winding in like a snake.
"Mph."
Startled by the sudden movement, she clapped both hands over her mouth. I watched her and slowly pushed her bra up. Her breast fit neatly in one palm. A B-cup, if I was being generous, though the nipple itself—swollen as if it might burst—seemed a little on the large side. I teased it lightly with my palm.
"Nnh— mmph... hnn!"
The size made it fun to touch. Quietly, I pinched the nipple between index finger and thumb and rubbed.
"Hah—! Nnh!"
Chin tipped toward the ceiling, both hands still sealed over her mouth. The fine shivering suggested she was sensitive, too. I took in the sight, and every time my nail scratched the tip of the stiffened nipple her head lifted and dropped again, as if something were trying to sprout upward.
With a screech, the train braked. She'd been so focused she hadn't even noticed the speed falling off. A few people got off. Far more got on. What little space we'd had vanished, and Shin Mirae and I were crushed flat against each other.
"Haa... haa..."
Her heated breath tickled where it fell against my chest. She set her hands there and began to squirm. Our eyes met as she looked up. Hers were asking for what came next. I drank in her face and let my hand drift down from her breast. Her skin was trembling in fine ripples. When I passed her stomach, her abdomen sucked in and sprang back out like a wave. I didn't care. I let my fingers skim her skin and aimed them at the waistband of her sweatpants.
"Mmph— mmph—"
The hand that had been touching my chest flew up to cover her mouth, and she shook her head in small, frantic motions. Only then did she seem to catch my intent. She was telling me not to. And yet her legs were already easing apart, until one sneaker came to rest beside my dress shoe and stopped. I looked at her a moment, then slowly pushed my hand inside the sweatpants. A fierce heat laced itself between my fingers.
"Hah!"
Her forehead knocked into my chest like a headbutt, and her back jumped. Every time my fingers drifted down over the soft cotton panties, teasing, that back jumped again. The palm that had been patting lightly at my chest was now wringing the knit at my side. I thought I could hear a faint rustle at my fingertips. The feel of her pubic hair rubbing against the panties was entertaining enough. My real target lay lower.
"Mph! Mph! Mmph!"
I'd barely gone down at all, and her panties were already soaked through to greet me. The heat was enough to leave my own mouth dry for a second. I was just letting my fingers slide along that wet valley when a plump little nub brushed the tip.
Her whole body locked, then began to shudder in fits. A small climax, by the look of it. What impressed me was that even then the hand over her mouth had gone white with how hard she was clamping it. Ordinarily I would have pushed further. This time I waited for her to come back. Before long the trembling eased, and from her bowed face came the sound of pleasure-drunk breathing. I caught her chin and slowly lifted it.
Good face.
Tears, spit, and a runny nose had wrecked it. Makeup would have made the sight even better. It was the kind of face that stirred a strange little cruelty, and the deeper red from how hard she'd pressed her own hand was enough to jolt me, too.
"You held it in well. Try to hold on a little longer."
"Nnh?!"
I moved the hand that had been resting over her panties. In one turn of the wrist I drove inside them. The moment my fingers went in, she started patting urgently at my chest—again and again, close enough to touch and not quite.
"Want me to press it?"
Her head had already sunk as far as my solar plexus. I bent and whispered, and got nothing back. When I straightened, her head swayed from side to side, rustling against my shirt.
"Hard to reach you like this."
The flinching stilled. Slowly, she raised her head. Watching her, I took her under the arms and helped her up. Somewhere in the middle of it she had wrapped herself around my waist and buried her face in my knit. The tears and the snot I'd seen on that face crossed my mind for a second. Well. Nothing to be done.
"On your toes."
She hesitated, then rose onto the balls of her feet. The angle was perfect. I kept my hand where it was, inside her panties, and went straight for that hot place.
"Hnn— hgk— hnn."
She couldn't hold it anymore. Moans leaked out from the face buried in my knit. I stopped at the sound. The moment the moans stopped, I moved my hand again, slow, and her shoulders began to shiver. She'd understood the gesture. Rewarding the effort, I straightened my fingers and started rubbing the tip of her clit, swollen as if it might split. Heat flooded my palm all at once.
"Mph! Mmph! Hgk— hnnngh!"
Suddenly she thrust her hips back and shook all over. Another climax, by the look of it. Her backside pulling away dragged my hand out of her crotch. I held the hand up, soaked through with her fluids, and waited while she rode out the afterglow.
So this is about her limit.
Going further was risky. I'd already crossed the line a little. I hadn't gotten a proper feel of her, but I wasn't doing this because I wanted to be caught. I looked up. Hyehwa wasn't far.
"Haa... haah... hnnn."
Her breath was still high and thick with lust, but I waited for it to settle even a little. I'd noticed it earlier—she was quick to catch on. When I stayed still, she slowly straightened and looked up at me with that ruined face. I held my wet hand out to her and whispered at her ear.
"We should clean up, shouldn't we?"
"......"
She nodded, quiet. What she did next was almost cute. Still forcing her unsteady legs to hold her, she tucked both hands up into her sleeves, lifted her arms, and took my wet hand in the covered palms. Fair enough. It wasn't what I wanted.
"...?"
I pushed the approaching hands aside with my damp left one, and she tilted her head. I brought that hand in front of her face—right in front of her mouth—and her eyes went round as she looked from my face to my hand and back. I simply waited, saying nothing. She squeezed her eyes shut, parted her trembling lips, and offered the pink of her tongue.
"Haahp— nnh— hehp... slurp... mm."
The breath and the sound of her tongue couldn't be helped. As she licked my fingers she seemed to be getting the hang of it; by the time she reached my ring finger, she'd improved quite a bit. Relatively speaking, of course.
This stop is Hyehwa. Hyehwa Station.
The moment the announcement came on, I pulled my hand from the mouth that had been so devoted to licking, and she looked up at me with a dazed stare. I wiped my fingers on her chest as I squeezed it. Payment for the snot she'd wiped on mine.
"Mmph!"
She was still sensitive, apparently. Or maybe licking my hand had wound her up again. I couldn't tell. The chest of the orange hoodie darkened to a brownish stain. Every time I squeezed, her chin tipped up and she didn't know what to do with herself. I whispered at her ear.
"Study hard for the police exam."
"......"
It was a mean thing to say, honestly. I wasn't trying to wound her, but she might take it personally. If she heard it as plain encouragement to work hard, that was fine in its own way. I turned, slow. No one was paying this side any attention at all—maybe thanks to the tall woman with her back to me. I was about to turn my body when I felt a tug on the hem of my coat. I looked back. Shin Mirae's face was still a mess. One fist was clenched tight against her chest; the other hand, shaking, held my coat.
Surely she wasn't going to report me now, of all times. That would be pretty low.
"Report me? Want me to press it? ...Give me your number?"
She shook her head hard, then, at the word number, nodded without mercy. I looked down at her and scratched my cheek. Fair enough. I'd been in a foul mood, and I'd tormented her harder than I should have. On top of that, she'd have to walk out of the station with her face like that. I held out my hand. She fumbled a smartphone from the pocket of her padded vest and tried to unlock it. Her shaking fingers made it slow. An old phone, no fingerprint sensor. The screen was cracked all over, and for a moment I wondered if she really was living this hard. Only then did the grimy, worn-out shoes catch my eye, and the frayed hems of the sweatpants.
"Here."
"...Thangk you. Thangk you..."
"...Yeah. Sure."
The pronunciation was off. Her tongue had gone slack, but it also didn't seem to be moving the way she wanted. I tipped her chin up. For a moment Shin Mirae looked startled.
"Say ah."
"...Ah..."
The inside of her mouth was red. Not from arousal. Not a single cavity showed on those white teeth, but red saliva clung to them, and drops of blood welled on her tongue and along both cheeks. She'd held it in even to the point of biting her tongue open. I was properly sorry for that. I hadn't thought she would obey me this far. And I'd still made her lick my hand with a mouth full of wounds. I sighed, and she started watching my face instead, anxious. The sight only made the guilt worse. I took my wallet from inside my coat, pulled out two fifty-thousand-won bills, and tucked them into the pocket of her padded vest.
"Go to a hospital. Is your tongue all right?"
"I'b fine, I'b fine, but..."
She seemed to notice the sound leaking out of her words and tried again, stumbling, but it didn't get any better. In a rush she pulled the bills from her pocket, clutched them tight, and held them out to me. I had no intention of taking them.
"Go to a hospital. I'll cover the bill. If it runs over, you call me. All right?"
"...Yesh. Thangk you."
"If you want to report me, you can."
She jumped and waved her hands in a frantic no. Then she bowed her head, still gripping the bills, and I felt a stab of regret. I was sorry—but that hundred thousand won wasn't pure kindness, either. If she reported me later, it would also be proof that this had happened by agreement. Still, I didn't think it would come to that. What scheme could someone like her possibly have had? What was wrong was the system, and the adults. I'd been too impulsive. I'd crossed a line, too, driving her that far on a subway. It wasn't something I had any right to say after the fact, but I really wasn't this kind of impulsive person. I wasn't.
...This isn't like me.
And on the face looking up at me, the lingering excitement and the aftertaste of pleasure were mixed with satisfaction, and with something like expectation, and regret.
"...Did you like it?"
At the question her mouth opened as if she'd been waiting to answer, then she nodded hard instead. She must have been self-conscious about the way her words were slipping. Somewhere in there I caught the look in Mirae's eyes as they rested on me—unfocused, loosened. The eyes of a woman who had already learned the taste. Not like before. She wasn't going to report me.
"If studying gets too stifling, call me. We'll eat."
"...Yesh. Goodbye..."
"Yeah. Make sure you go to the hospital."
I turned. The gaze still fixed on my back made me scratch my cheek. I pushed through the crowd, and the moment I finally reached the doors, they opened.