What Did the Movie Matter Anyway?
It was a quiet little romance film. No real action, no flashy spectacle—just a story unfolding calmly and steadily, punctuated now and then by beautiful scenery that built a romantic atmosphere. Somehow, it felt a lot like Ji-hyun herself.
Most of the people seated in the theater looked like couples, and maybe because of the steep ticket prices, the empty seats outnumbered the filled ones. Thanks to that, our row was deserted, and no one sat behind us either, a few rows back.
In a theater this empty, slouching comfortably with a bucket of popcorn between us, I slowly found my mind drifting away from the screen.
I handed the popcorn bucket over for Ji-hyun to hold. Without a second thought, she took it and sank into the film.
Stealthily, I brought one hand around and wrapped it over her shoulder. When I drew her frail shoulder gently toward me, she leaned into my chest.
Stroking her shoulder, I let my palm drift slowly down—along the line of her linen dress, over her shoulder and her arm, and then, little by little, toward her chest.
When my hand slipped in under her arm and quietly cupped the side of her breast, Ji-hyun shot me a single sharp look. She didn't actually stop me, though. The moment her gaze returned to the screen, I took that as a green light—my hand slid around behind her back, emerged through her other armpit, and started kneading her breast.
Through the thin dress and her bra, I could feel the springy fullness of her chest. It wasn't as voluptuous as Eunmi's, but given how delicate Ji-hyun's frame was, what filled my palm was still a nicely generous handful—plenty of size after all.
As I kept kneading her breasts, my fingers began rubbing slowly around the spot where her nipple should be—and I felt something small swell up beneath her clothes, hard as a little bean.
Her nipple was just starting to stiffen as I kept teasing it with my fingertips, circling it round and round, until she grabbed my hand.
"Stop it."
she whispered, barely audible. I didn't answer; I just kept my fingers moving, teasing her nipple. A silent tug-of-war followed, her grip straining against my hand while I refused to quit.
But with the popcorn bucket in her arms, she couldn't move much without spilling it, and I was relentless. In the end she gave up, flashed me one flustered look, and released my hand with an air of fine, do whatever you want.
With her silent permission secured, my palm set to work on her breasts in earnest—kneading them even more brazenly than before, raking my nails lightly around her nipples, every motion aimed squarely at working her up.
"Hahh..."
A soft moan began to escape her lips. Excited now, I switched to kneading her breasts with both hands.
Ji-hyun's eyes were still pointed at the screen, but her expression said the movie could go hang. Only her gaze was aimed there; the focus behind it was steadily going blurry.
Every so often she screwed her eyes shut, fighting back the moans that threatened to leak out of her.
Her reactions got me fired up, and right through her dress I unhooked her bra clasp behind her back. I pinched the hook with one hand and gave it a twist—her bra came undone with almost laughable ease.
Then I took hold of her dress zipper and eased it down.
Ziiiip.
Her zipper rasped as it slid. I'd been as careful as I could to keep it quiet, but some sounds simply can't be helped. Thank goodness no one was sitting anywhere near us.
"What are you doing!"
Ji-hyun hissed in a flustered whisper. But there was nothing she could do about a zipper already on its way down.
I lowered it only as far as her shoulder blades, then slipped both hands into the sleeves of her dress and drew the bra straps down off her arms. Ji-hyun resisted a little, but she didn't dare put up much of a fight—not with people around who might catch us.
Soon both straps were free of her arms, and with the slack the lowered zipper gave me, I reached into her loosened neckline and pulled the bra out entirely.
"Agh, seriously! What is wrong with you!"
Ji-hyun whispered, stunned at how fast it had all happened.
"Just trying to make a cute, sexy girl even sexier."
I whispered against her ear as I zipped the dress back up. Her confiscated bra I folded up neatly and tucked into the bag hanging from the seat in front of us.
The warmth of her body still lingered in the cups.
Ji-hyun kept glaring at me, so I raised a finger to my lips in a shushing gesture, then pulled her back against my chest to lean on me.
Maybe going braless had her on edge, because she clutched the popcorn bucket with both hands, shoulders hunched up to her ears.
To loosen her up, I kneaded both her shoulders and whispered in her ear again.
"Don't worry. You trust Oppa, right? Oppa's got you."
Exactly what I'd be protecting her from was anyone's guess, but Ji-hyun still needed warming up, so I said whatever would put her at ease. She was weak to mood and atmosphere—first priority was getting her to lean on me and depend on me. That was my read.
As I diligently worked her shoulders, Ji-hyun gradually unwound, her hunched posture slowly relaxing back down.
The instant her shoulders dropped, the thin linen dress clung to her chest, tracing the swell of her nipples. In the dark theater, lit only by the glow from the screen, nothing showed clearly—but the moment she stepped outside, those stiff little peaks would be plain as day.
I cupped her breasts from behind with both hands, kneading them hard and zeroing in on her nipples.
"Mmh...!"
By now Ji-hyun wasn't even pretending to watch the movie; her eyes were squeezed shut and she simply let me do as I pleased with her chest.
Ji-hyun sat to my right, so I kept my right hand working her breasts from under her arm while my left came to rest on her bare knee below the hem of her dress.
With my fingertips I traced idle, ticklish circles around her knee, then crept slowly toward her inner thigh. When my fingers teased that soft skin, Ji-hyun quietly let her legs fall open.
Caressing the tender flesh where her delicate thighs pressed together, I brought my lips to hers. As if she'd been waiting for it, Ji-hyun's mouth opened and welcomed my tongue.
My right hand toyed with her nipples, my left caressed her inner thigh, and my tongue ravaged the inside of her mouth. Eyes screwed shut, pleasured from three directions at once, Ji-hyun looked like arousal had long since made off with her senses.
"See? I add a little sexy to you and look what happens."
With the left hand that had been stroking her thigh, I took one of her hands and set it on my crotch. My cock, having watched Ji-hyun heat up, was already rock hard, jutting up like it might rip right through my slacks.
Through my suit pants, Ji-hyun stroked the length of my shaft up and down.
I wasn't about to be outdone—back to kneading her breasts, back to teasing her inner thigh. My fingers would drift up to the edge of her pussy, then retreat again, edging her on purpose while I savored her reactions.
Every time my hand came near, her body flinched with anticipation; every time it pulled away, the tension went out of her. After a few rounds of my maddening little game, she finally seized my left wrist with the hand that had been stroking my crotch and shoved it under her skirt.
"What?"
"T... touch me..."
Ji-hyun whispered, her face flushed scarlet. She scooted her hips forward on the seat and settled back against it as if to lie right into it. I rested my left hand on her lower belly and, still kneading her breast with my right, asked:
"Where?"
"...My pussy..."
Ji-hyun answered in the smallest of voices. Hearing that filthy word slip out between those dainty lips was more than enough to set anyone's blood racing.
"If you're getting, you've got to be giving too, right?"
At my whisper, Ji-hyun went back to stroking the front of my pants. Her fingers climbed up the shaft, closed around the head of my cock, and began rubbing the spot just below the tip.
The fabric of my underwear pressed into that sensitive spot and electric jolts of pleasure spread through my whole body. Her intent was obvious—she wanted me just as worked up—so I answered in kind, kneading her pussy through her panties.
Ji-hyun's panties had been soaked since who knew when, already damp with her juices. I rubbed my finger along the cleft of her slit, stroking up and down in search of her clitoris.
Her legs twisted and squirmed as she writhed, helpless against the pleasure rising from her pussy. In the process, popcorn went bouncing out of the bucket in her arms and scattered across the floor.
Ji-hyun clenched her teeth hard, trying to hold back the moans threatening to burst out of her. If this hadn't been a public movie theater, she would surely have been letting out moans closer to screams by now.
Watching every shift in her expression, every movement of her body, I pressed her clit through her panties. As she began to shudder and tremble, I slid her panties aside. And just as I moved to push a finger into her pussy, soaked slick all the way up to her outer lips—
the theater lights came on.
The movie had ended at some point and the end credits were rolling. At the sight of the people in front of us rising from their seats, we snapped back to reality and hurriedly straightened our clothes.
"Should we wait here until everyone's gone?"
My cock was still fully hard, my arousal nowhere near settling, and I needed a moment for it to calm down. But she shook her head and pulled at my arm.
"Come on, let's hurry."
Face still flushed with excitement, Ji-hyun yanked me along impatiently. And so, with my swollen crotch left completely uncovered, we left the theater.
As she walked toward the car, the stiff peaks of her nipples stood out plainly against her braless chest. Anyone with sharp eyes could tell those weren't seams in the fabric—they were nipples.
All the way to the parking lot, men's eyes poured over that chest of hers. And over the bulge in the front of my pants, too...