Chapter 182
Choi Yujin felt utterly bewildered, but she tilted her head up to stare at the dark ceiling anyway before shaking her head.
"Hey, there are CCTVs even in a place like this. Everything shows up."
"Really?"
Han Yaseong hadn't even considered that. He glanced up at the ceiling, and sure enough, it seemed like there'd be cameras up there. What a damn shame. Still, the theater was dark, so maybe if he just groped her quick, it'd be fine. Or he could use Senior Choi Yujin's bag to cover her lower half and secretly finger her pussy. Even with CCTV, they wouldn't catch the details. No one would know what he was doing.
He suggested it, and Senior Choi Yujin gave him a look of utter disbelief.
"You're pussy-obsessed, aren't you?"
"It's your pussy, Senior. I just wanna touch it real quick."
"......"
Choi Yujin shook her head as she watched Han Yaseong, whose body was burning with lust. She'd sensed it before, but the kid seemed to have a thing for deviant thrills. He got off on breaking society's taboos. Incest, rape, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgies—the psych lecture had covered them all. Yaseong was definitely leaning that way. His sexual curiosity burned hotter than most guys'. Should've known when he admitted to watching tons of porn.
Choi Yujin pondered what to do. But no matter how dark it was, she couldn't shamelessly spread her pussy in a theater full of people.
"Hey, we'll do it back at the house later. I'll let you grope it all you want. For now, just watch the movie."
"Aww, come on..."
Han Yaseong was disappointed. Touching her at home wouldn't be any fun. It had to be here to feel exciting... A scene from an old ero site popped into his head. It was a movie theater shot—a girlfriend sucking her boyfriend's cock. She'd blown him to completion during a late-night flick, and the guy had posted pics bragging about the insane thrill.
That memory lit a fire. Han Yaseong couldn't just drop it now. He had to touch Senior Choi Yujin's pussy somehow.
"Just once. Let me touch it."
"Hey, you..."
She placed her bag over her crotch, and Choi Yujin panicked even more. The kid was seriously gonna do it. She couldn't figure out why he was being so stubborn all of a sudden. He'd always listened before, but now he was dead set on fingering her pussy no matter what.
Choi Yujin scowled and whispered harshly.
"You really gonna touch it?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Huh?"
"Why do you wanna touch it? Here, of all places?"
"Well..."
Why, indeed? Han Yaseong couldn't quite explain it himself. It just felt right. No deeper reason. He just wanted the satisfaction of fingering Senior Choi Yujin's pussy right here, with people nearby. That was it.
"Dunno. I just wanna touch it..."
"Fine. Touch it."
Choi Yujin was pissed—royally so—but she held it in. She'd deal with him at home. Scold him then, even if it meant a full-blown lecture later.
So she spread her thighs wide enough to make it easy, using her bag to shield her shorts. Fine, he'd get his touch now—but payback at home. That was her mindset.
Han Yaseong could tell from her expression that Senior Choi Yujin was furious. If he stopped now, she'd cool off, and it'd all blow over. But no. Like the saying went—if a man's drawn his sword, he might as well cut something. Now that they'd gone this far, he wanted to make it happen: fingering her pussy right here in the theater.
Getting scolded could wait. He slid his right hand between her bag and shorts, sneaky as could be.
Choi Yujin had said he could touch it, but part of her hadn't believed he'd actually do it. When his hand really slipped in, she jolted in shock. He was seriously going for it. He undid her shorts' button under the bag's cover and delved inside.
Her heart pounded with tension. Her pussy was about to get fingered here? Her pulse raced faster. Other couples sat nearby. If anyone noticed... But Yaseong calmly slipped his hand into her panties anyway.
Choi Yujin clutched her bag tight over her lap. His hand dove into her panties, cupping her pussy, and she trembled like she might die.
Han Yaseong's palm slid past her slick pubes to fully cover Senior Choi Yujin's plump pussy lips. She was already excited—wetness seeped out. Her folds were slick and sticky inside. He stirred her pussy flesh with his middle finger.
Choi Yujin bit her lip hard as the stimulation hit. A dark theater full of people, but her pussy was getting blatantly fingered. He rummaged her clit and lips before his middle finger slipped right into her hole, rubbing the sensitive walls.
"Ahh...!"
The intense pleasure made her moan involuntarily; she clapped a hand over her mouth. She turned to glare accusingly, but Yaseong just gave her an innocent What's wrong? look. He kept fingering her pussy with his right hand while staring at the screen, poker-faced like nothing was happening.
Truth was, Han Yaseong's heart was about to explode too. Fingering Yujin Senior's pussy in a theater? Dreamlike. Freely stirring her folds, plunging and withdrawing his slippery middle finger—it was pure deviant bliss. He really was a pervert. No normal guy. He'd long suspected it from wanting to watch girls pee and shit, but fingering her here? Definitely not normal. Who else would pull this off?
Porn addiction's fault. He'd watched over 50,000 vids. Owned 500, but viewed a hundred times that. Every genre except gay stuff—even SM and hardcore. Middle school, living alone, puberty hit, and porn became his escape. After getting brutally rejected by his classroom crush, he drowned in proxy satisfaction with pornstars.
Still, Han Yaseong figured he was within normal bounds. He didn't do rape or creepshots. Real psychos did that. Over 20,000 women raped worldwide daily, they said. He took pride in never committing sex crimes.
Even so, pulling this lewd stunt in a theater had his heart hammering and cock rock-hard, throbbing away. But he didn't want full sex here. Just the secret thrill of groping Senior Choi Yujin's pussy on the sly. No bathroom quickie like in porn.
"Nngh...!"
Choi Yujin clamped her lips shut, enduring the fierce pleasure surging from her pussy. His fingers ravaged her folds, stabbing her entrance—she was going mad. Was he trying to make her cum? She squeezed her thighs and whispered.
"Hey, stop already. You trying to make me squirt?"
"You wanna?"
"No. Don't soak my panties. Stop touching."
She pulled tissues from her bag like a warning. Han Yaseong regretted it but had savored enough. He withdrew his hand from her panties. In the screen's glow, it glistened with her juices. He let out an impressed "Whoa," and she quickly wiped it with tissue.
"Ugh, you're such a handful."
She wiped her own pussy too. Yaseong groping her here was bad enough, but getting so soaked from it? Weirder still. The thrill and fear of getting caught had made her wetter than usual.
They barely watched the movie and left ten minutes early. They hit the restrooms separately to wash up, then descended the stairs. Choi Yujin smacked Han Yaseong's balls with her hand.
Thwack.
"Aack!"
Catching him off-guard again, Han Yaseong clutched himself and slumped against the wall, writhing. No way she'd hit him here. The clean shot made his gut ache fiercely; he could barely breathe.
"Ow, it hurts... Ngh...!"
"Hurts, huh? Me too."
Choi Yujin stared down at the whimpering, ball-clutching Han Yaseong on the stairs with zero remorse.
"You're getting an earful when we get home. No matter how I think about it, that was not okay. Dinner first—you're paying. Then we'll talk it out."
"......"
She was seriously mad. Han Yaseong couldn't even whine about the pain; he hobbled after Senior Choi Yujin.
Outside the theater, night had fallen. Neon signs blazed everywhere, lighting up the streets. Senior Choi Yujin walked ahead, arms crossed, still fuming. Han Yaseong didn't get it. Fingering her pussy in the theater—what was the big deal? Late-night couples went further, even sucking dick.