Chapter 30: The Molester (3)
“See? Your body’s being honest, isn’t it? You didn’t even report me yesterday, so deep down, you were hoping for this, right?”
“That’s… not…”
Before I could come up with any excuse, a cruel system message popped up right in front of my eyes.
Activated
Activated
“Ah…!”
The molester grabbed my arm hard. Just imagining what he might do next made my brain feel like it was burning up.
The man’s scorching heat pressed against my back, seeping straight through my thin school uniform shirt.
Then his hand dug into the inside of my thigh.
“Hngh, ah…!”
It was way more blatant and faster than yesterday.
The moment his fingers touched my sensitive spot, a piercing pleasure stabbed through my brain and swept over my whole body.
My legs went weak without me realizing it, squeezing together.
Thanks to those two bad statuses activating, even just the tip of his finger pushed me right to the edge.
“Whoa, you’re already soaked? You must’ve been looking forward to this a lot.”
“No, that’s not… it couldn’t… haah, haah…”
The man moved his fingers fast, like he was putting on a show.
The noise of the crowded subway, the indifferent stares of the people around us. Amid all that, I bit my lip desperately, stifling the moans trying to escape.
But every new wave of stimulation made my hips arch on their own, and hot breaths kept leaking from between my lips.
Squelch, squelch.
I could hear the lewd sound of my juices soaking his fingers through my panties.
He savored that obscene noise, driving into me even rougher.
“Ah, ah♡ No, not there… ngh, hngh♡”
In the end, my reason crumbled.
I didn’t last even three minutes before climaxing.
My mind flashed white. Forgetting we were in a packed subway, I twisted my waist and slumped against the molester’s chest.
A man’s fingers are so rough and huge…♡
It was incomparable to touching myself with my slender fingers.
The molester’s rough motions were far beyond anything I could do alone.
But he clearly had no intention of stopping at just that.
Before the aftershocks even faded, he shoved his fingers straight into my soaked panties.
“What am I gonna do if you cum already? I’ve got a mountain of things to show you still.”
“Hic!? Haaang♡ Stop, I just came… eek♡”
The molester ravaged my pussy wildly. Every time he pinched my clit, uncontrollable moans burst out.
The intense motions I’d been too scared to try on myself during masturbation built me up to climax again in seconds.
Squirt, spuuurt!
My juices gushed out with the intense stimulation.
A woman’s orgasm was different from a man’s.
Even right after cumming, the pleasure didn’t dull—instead, my sensitivity spiked.
“Hnggh♡ Hoo, haaah… Wait, not now, I said… oooh♡”
Ignoring my pleas, the molester started treating me like a toy.
I’d long since lost the will to resist. My brain was melting under the onslaught of continuous pleasure, filled only with that sensation.
I grabbed his arm, begging him to stop, but all I got back was even fiercer caresses.
Climaxes came one after another.
In the crowd of people, I shuddered and squirted over and over.
“Hooo♡ Haat♡ Haaa…♡”
“If I’d known you’d love it this much, I wouldn’t have let you go yesterday… Well, we met again today, so it’s fine.”
“P-please stop now… If you keep going, I really will report you…”
“Report me? Go ahead, try it if you can.”
The molester forced my head up, making me look around.
“Everyone’s watching us. But no one’s helping you. Know why?”
The people were still indifferently scrolling on their phones or dozing off.
No matter what he did to me here, they seemed to see it as nothing more than excessive PDA between lovers.
“With that ecstatic look on your face, who’d think you’re a girl getting molested?”
“No… I don’t… I don’t like this…”
“You’re so full of shame. If you’re a good girl, be more honest.”
His hand dove back into my panties. At the same time, his other hand gripped my breast hard.
Every twist and pinch on my clit and nipple sent mana surging hotly from deep inside me.
“Ah, haang! Ah, nghhh…♡”
I completely leaned into his arms, my body collapsing. Every jolt of the subway drove his fingers even deeper.
After he relentlessly stimulated spots I couldn’t reach alone, I climaxed again, letting out a beastly cry.
“Help♡ Somebody help♡ Hngh♡ Ngh, nghhh…♡”
Even suppressing my shame to beg for help only drew curious stares.
My vision tinted pink.
I was no longer in my right mind. My eyes were soaked with tears, my mouth gaping open like an idiot as I panted.
Terror flooded me that endless climaxes like this would skyrocket my hypnosis depth in no time.
“The next stop is XX Station. Doors will open on the right.”
At that moment, the subway announcement rang out like salvation. Squeezing out my last shred of reason, I shoved the man away and bolted out the door.
“Haa, haa…!”
I ran down the platform on wobbly legs. Far ahead, I spotted a station attendant in uniform.
Clutching at straws, I rushed to him and clung desperately.
“Excuse me, please! Help! A molester… that guy keeps…!”
I pointed at the man chasing after me, my voice breaking into sobs.
But instead of warm comfort or protection, what came back was contemptuous scorn in his eyes as he scanned me.
His gaze naturally drifted to my lower body.
My skirt was a total mess, thighs fully exposed, and through my unbuttoned shirt, my sweat-drenched cleavage was on clear display.
Above all, my face screamed female in heat from moments ago.
Just like that, he jumped to the wrong conclusion.
“Miss… You need to keep the PDA in check in public places.”
“What…? That’s not—”
At that instant, the molester approached and clamped my mouth shut.
Then he launched into shameless acting.
“Sorry about that. My girlfriend’s into this kinda thing… haha.”
“I get that young couples do it, but pick your spots. Cleaning up’s all on us, you know.”
“Yes, sir. We’ll be more careful.”
“Mmph! No, he’s really a molester… hngh♡ Ah, not the nipple♡”
My cries of “real molester” and “help” turned into slutty moans.
The attendant clicked his tongue, shook his head, and walked off.
I’d done my utmost to call for my last hope, but every hard squeeze of my breast produced only lewd sounds.
“Now, missy. Time to finish up, right?”
“Stop, eek♡ Help, pleeease♡ Molester… hng♡”
Sparks flew in my vision.
He dragged me roughly toward the bathroom.
People brushed past us, but no one batted an eye.
Finally, the farthest stall in the men’s restroom.
He shoved me inside roughly and locked the door.
“Haa, haa… No, don’t do this… please…”
Pinned against the wall, I looked up at him with eyes mixed with terror and anticipation.
His gaze, peering down from a head taller, swirled with undisguised lust.
The molester undid his belt and unzipped his pants.
“Been thinking about you nonstop since yesterday. That bitch-in-heat face of yours.”
The man’s massive cock sprang into view.
The first male organ I’d faced since becoming Seo Eunha felt far more grotesque and enormous than I’d imagined.
The fishy scent and musky male odor filled the cramped stall.
It was just a rod barely over a foot long. Yet its overwhelming presence crushed the air from my lungs.
Ah… aaah♡ I should resist, but it’s obvious I can’t win against something like that…♡
The molester forced me to turn around.
My hands braced on the toilet seat, ass raised high and presented to him.
On the brink of losing my virginity.
Riiip…!
Something tore in my bag.
At the same time, a brilliant light flashed briefly.
The Virgin Protection Talisman I’d bought in Paradise (Nakwon) had torn and activated.
“…Huh?”
The molester’s eyes glazed over for a moment.
He shifted from his insertion-ready stance, pressing the shaft—not the tip—against my pussy.
“Yeah… Ending it like this would be a shame. Gotta use every inch of your body.”
“Haah, hngh…♡”
His cock thrust roughly between my thighs, into my groin.
Thigh sex.
No penetration, but every graze of the throbbing, veiny hot shaft past my pussy entrance made my vision sparkle.
“Ah, aaah! Hiiik♡ Haaaang♡”
The molester squeezed my breasts while pistoning his hips wildly.
Each slap of his pelvis against my ass sent shocks rippling through my body.
The real feel of a man, something I’d never experienced.
His cock slid slickly between my juice-soaked thighs, mercilessly grinding my clit.
It’s so hot…♡ So this is what a cock feels like…?
I went mad with pleasure, clawing at the toilet lid with my nails.
On the verge of blacking out from the overwhelming ecstasy without even penetration, the final thought filling my head was.
A faint regret over the unfilled void. Heat craving more pleasure burned in my lower belly.