Subway Squeeze and Breast Milk Surprise
On my way to the cafe...
“Why do you keep staring at my breasts?”
The sudden question caught me off guard, leaving me momentarily speechless. But upon closer inspection, she didn't seem to be grilling me or anything. Her tone was just a bit curt, without any real hostility toward me.
No. Her eyes almost look expectant? There was a strange sense of anticipation in the way she gazed at me. Following her line of sight slowly, I realized it was fixed on the bulge straining against my pants down below.
Just in case, I answered honestly. “......Because your breasts are beautiful.”
If this were the old world before common sense got twisted, that response could've gotten me reported for sexual harassment right then and there. But things were different now. She'd been the one flashing her tits first, and in this world, staring wasn't an issue. Plus, my words were one hundred percent sincere.
“Wanna touch them?”
Luckily, my hunch was spot on. She was even inviting me to do it.
Does she really like me or something? There was no reason to hide my erection anymore, so I'd just let it show, and maybe that's what caught her interest.
“For real? You sure it's okay?”
“That's why I'm walking around with them out, duh.”
...In that case, no reason to hold back.
I immediately pulled her into a hug from behind, slipping both hands under her armpits to grab one breast each. Now that I'd gotten some experience in this world, fondling a stranger's tits felt totally natural.
“Whoa......”
An involuntary sigh of admiration escaped me. I'd expected them to feel as soft as they looked based on their perfect shape, but they were even softer than imagined, with a heavy weight filling the gaps between my fingers.
Does she do special breast exercises or something? The texture was so incredibly soft it almost seemed too good to be true. They sagged just a tiny bit under their own weight, but still boasted perfect firmness and shape. And it wasn't just the size—her skin was flawless too, making the sensation against my palms pure bliss.
Squeeze, knead—
“......”
The woman casually stared at her phone. Even as I kneaded her breasts like this, she kept texting someone. Watching her, I asked, “Who're you talking to?”
“My boss. Sigh... I wish he'd stop messaging me already. So annoying.”
Her eyes had that stressed-out office worker look, so I'd suspected as much. Work stress was clearly no joke for her.
“Mind if I ask her name?”
In a normal situation, I wouldn't have dreamed of chatting up a beauty like this. But kneading her tits gave me this weird confidence.
“Han Ji-yun.”
She answered without much expression, still glued to her smartphone. Her tone suggested she was more worried about the mountain of work waiting than the fact that some guy was groping her tits from behind.
“Sigh. Ngh...?”
But even as she let out a frustrated sigh over work messages, she couldn't hide the way her shoulders twitched every time my hands gripped her breasts.
Maybe I can get rougher? Watching her reactions, I cautiously pinched her nipple with my fingers.
Squeeze—
“Ahng...?”
Stimulating her nipple made the businesslike Han Ji-yun's composure crack for the first time.
“Hey. No pinching the nipples.”
“Sorry! Did it hurt?”
“No, it didn't hurt... but my nipples are sensitive. If you tease them too much, I'll get horny and have to masturbate, making me late for work. Then the team leader will flip out...”
“Sorry. I'll be gentle.”
I said that and started kneading her breasts softly.
“Ngh, mm... ”
In the crowded subway car. The people around us were just staring at their phones or dozing off, paying us no mind.
As I kept massaging Han Ji-yun's tits diligently, a warm heat and sweat started building on my palms. Looking closely, her skin was glistening with perspiration.
“Getting hot?”
Squeeze, knead—
“Yeah, a little warm......”
She nodded with a slightly embarrassed look at my question. She seemed aware she was sweating.
She let me have her breasts without a care, but got shy about a bit of sweat? Seeing that oddly made me feel good.
Her embarrassed face is cute.
Feeling mischievous, I slipped my hand a little under her armpit this time.
Poke—
“You've got some sweat here.”
“Ngh...?”
As my hand brushed her armpit, Han Ji-yun let out a short moan and whipped her head around.
“Don't touch there.”
Her expression turned a bit serious. Apparently, groping her tits was fine, but something that triggered shame crossed the line.
“Sorry.”
I apologized quickly and went back to kneading her breasts. Seemingly not wanting to dwell, she turned her eyes to her phone again.
It was a shame I couldn't push further, but just groping this stunning beauty's tits was enough to make me happy.
This is the joy of the commute.
The worst part of heading to my part-time job used to be the subway ride, but if it's like this, I'd happily ride it all day.
But they say good times fly by.
This station is OO Station.
By the time I'd finished groping, we'd reached my stop.
“Guess this is my stop.”
“Yeah, take care.”
It was a short encounter, but a fun one. I hoped I'd run into her again on future commutes as I got off the train.
Bzzz—
“Hm?”
How long had it been? My pocket suddenly buzzed with my phone.
Checking it, there was a message from Manager Yun Da-jeong.
She always sent cute bunny emojis with her bright, energetic messages.
Truth be told, when I was job hunting, my biggest worry wasn't the workload—it was the people. I'd heard horror stories from friends and online communities about nightmare bosses, especially creepy owners who made part-time gigs hell.
So when she called me for an interview, I was super nervous. But the moment I saw Manager Yun Da-jeong, I was stunned.
Oh my, Se-hyeon-ssi. Hello!
Her bright personality, stunning beauty, explosively huge breasts, and mature allure. She was the perfect image of an ideal adult woman straight out of my fantasies, introducing herself as the manager. I vowed right then to work at this cafe no matter what.
Luckily, she liked my vibe and hired me despite my zero experience.
And my instincts were right. She patiently taught this total newbie how to use the coffee machine, make drinks, and work the register, always right by my side.
It's okay if you mess up. It happens.
She was a total saint, forgiving me every time I broke a cup or botched the steamer and ruined coffee.
But then—
Ding—
“Gah!?”
I jolted at the photo from Manager Yun Da-jeong. She was spreading her pussy wide open in it.
“This is tricky......”
Troublesome in every way. Especially since my dick was throbbing so hard it made walking uncomfortable.
Getting a nude from the manager I'd always admired was great, but I couldn't just enjoy it fully.
Is it okay for a married woman to do this...?
She had a husband and a two-year-old son.
“......Their marriage seemed solid too.”
Anyone could tell from her sweet, lively personality—she wasn't the type to neglect her family or cheat. She loved bragging about her husband and baby pics every day.
So getting such a lewd photo from her, who adored her family, felt a bit surreal. Even with the twisted common sense, it was hard to wrap my head around a part-timer like me receiving this.
But.
It is hot, though...
In the photo, Manager Yun Da-jeong had her legs spread wide, fingers pulling her pussy lips apart. The angle showed her pussy and asshole perfectly. Saliva pooled in my mouth at this vulgar, erotic shot from the usually prim and perfect adult woman.
“Gotta head to work anyway...”
I muttered casually to myself, but my steps toward the cafe where she waited felt much lighter than before.
......
Ding-a-ling—
“Hello.”
“Ah, Se-hyeon-ah! Come on in!”
Upon arriving at the cafe, Manager Yun Da-jeong greeted me warmly while cleaning. This was her personal cafe, Dajeong Cafe, named after her own name, Yun Da-jeong.
“Must be tough commuting in the morning, right?”
She approached with those words. “Want some coffee? I'll make you a cup.”
“Nah, I'm good.”
“No way. I said I'd give you special service when you got here, remember?”
Knowing I loved coffee, she insisted on making it herself despite my refusal and headed to the bean canister.
“Café au lait okay?”
“...Sure.”
Truth be told, I couldn't resist free coffee. I'd politely refused once, but no reason to turn down her handmade brew.
Her lattes were the best I'd ever tasted.
“I'll mop the floor while you make it.”
Not wanting to just stand there, I grabbed the mop she'd left and started cleaning the cafe floor. After scrubbing every corner until it shone, she brought over a steaming hot café au lait.
“Here, Se-hyeon-ah.”
“Thanks! I'll enjoy it.”
I took a sip.
“Oh......”
The warm liquid sliding down my throat drew an unwitting gasp. It tasted even better than usual—richer, nuttier, more intense. Her coffee was always delicious, but today it had an extra deep flavor.
I looked at her in surprise. “This is amazing.”
“Hehe. Think so? Glad you like it......♡”
She smiled with crinkled eyes.
“I added breast milk specially today.”
......What?