Chapter 32
Chapter 32
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: Can't Focus on the Movie Because Geum Tae-yeon Keeps Touching Me (3)
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I couldn't focus on the movie. It was all because of Geum Tae-yeon wriggling around between my legs.
Geum Tae-yeon was kneading my balls softly while sucking on my glans. The theater speakers were blaring with sound, but for some reason, the slurping noises seemed even louder.
It had to be my imagination. It just had to be.
I lifted my head and glanced around cautiously. I fidgeted nervously, wondering if anyone might turn back to look, while holding the popcorn box in my left hand.
"Pfft, trying to hide it? So no one can see?"
Geum Tae-yeon mocked my efforts as she licked my shaft. Her soft tongue glided from my balls all the way up to the tip, making my mind go hazy.
Thank God there was no one in row L.
'Doing this in public is a first for me too...!'
When Geum Tae-yeon called me a virgin, she was actually wrong. I'd had experience back in the original world.
That's why getting raped hadn't fazed me at all.
But this situation? This was completely new. Pulling out my dick and getting a blowjob in a half-full theater.
Did anyone even have experience like this? Who would throw all etiquette out the window and do something like that...?
'Someone out there probably does.'
And today, that someone was right here.
*Slurp-!*
Geum Tae-yeon made the sound deliberately loud. She sucked on my dick while savoring my reactions.
The melodrama already had thin sound design, and now she was blatantly letting out lewd noises.
"...!"
Someone in the row ahead shrugged their shoulders. From the way they flinched, it seemed they'd heard it.
"Senior...!"
I called out to Geum Tae-yeon as quietly as I could, trying to convey that she should stop as I pushed her head away.
But she didn't back down. She grabbed my balls and held her ground.
"...?"
A woman in the center seats glanced back curiously, unable to resist checking us out.
Our eyes met.
"S-Senior, we got caught...!"
"It's fine. No way they know. Who'd ever imagine something like this happening here?"
"Senior...!"
It was too stimulating. Once you taste the thrill of depravity, normal sex won't cut it anymore. Your dopamine system gets wrecked, and your threshold shoots up.
But I didn't want to stop here.
I was playing the role of the NTR manga's heroine to the hilt, pretending to hate it, but deep down, I wanted her to keep going.
Fortunately, Geum Tae-yeon showed no signs of stopping.
"This'll be a memory too, right? So just sit tight. I'll make it good for you."
Geum Tae-yeon grabbed my right hand. I'd been tapping her head like I was trying to push her away, but now it was sealed.
Her slender fingers intertwined with mine like snakes, locking us together, and she pinned it to my thigh. I ended up stuck in a rigid salute position.
Left hand on the popcorn box, right hand interlocked with Geum Tae-yeon's. I was totally defenseless, forced to surrender my dick completely. What a treat.
*Slurp, slurp! Slurrrp!*
"Ngh...!"
The sound of sucking something. A noise that had no business echoing in a theater.
The people watching the movie started getting restless. More glances back our way.
I bowed my head and covered my face. Geum Tae-yeon's eyes curved into crescents. She was clearly enjoying my embarrassment.
"Please...?"
*Smooch-! Suck!*
"Hng...!"
Instead of shutting up, Geum Tae-yeon sucked hard on my glans. No matter what anyone said, she wouldn't let go of my dick.
"Ugh, wanna do it in a theater?"
"What's wrong with them, seriously."
"Go to a motel or something."
No one called us out directly. Muttering from their seats was the best they could do.
The movie was playing, after all. In a public place, there aren't many brave enough to scold a crazy bastard doing something this shameless.
'Even I'd probably just sit there.'
Thanks to that, we got to enjoy it uninterrupted. I'd have to put on a show of embarrassment now and then, though.
'Han-seol has no idea.'
D7 and L22. Quite a physical distance between us. Even as academy cadets, it took focus.
Right now, Han-seol was pouring all her concentration into the movie.
"Senior...!"
The urge to cum was building. I couldn't hold out much longer.
Geum Tae-yeon sensed it like a ghost and expertly opened her throat, swallowing my dick whole. She took it to the root while massaging my balls.
A massage urging out my semen.
"Gh!"
*Spurt, spurt!*
I came straight into Geum Tae-yeon's stomach. My sperm didn't even brush her tongue before diving into her stomach acid.
My lower back shuddered uncontrollably. A tremor I couldn't stop.
Right on cue, the movie showed side characters kissing. As the subplot couple shared a sweet kiss, here I was.
*Sluuuurp!*
Geum Tae-yeon lifted her head. She dragged her lips along my shaft, squeezing out the last drops from my urethra. A clean finish.
Supreme pleasure no other woman could give.
'As expected of Geum Tae-yang.'
Her masterful technique made things with her especially fun.
The perfect sex partner. Ideal for a fling during these immature academy days.
Anyway, Geum Tae-yeon was the best.
'Ideally, it'd end with her as a dish to wash the dishes.'
For the protagonist of an NTR manga, there are two set routes.
Either lose the girl and turn into a wreck, or refuse to let go and end up cucking everyone. Most stories boil down to one or the other.
I wanted the latter. That way, I could enjoy a sex life built on Han-seol's stable income.
Maybe I was trashier than Geum Tae-yang, who was trying to steal a taken man—deceiving some moderately nice girl.
'She has no clue.'
Geum Tae-yeon licked up the semen beading on my tip as she looked at me. Her smug expression, eyes curved like crescent moons, was asking if it felt good.
I clamped my mouth shut. I'd chosen the option myself.
"Didn't feel good? Then it's a nightmare, not a memory."
The body only hijacks control when I try to deviate from the plot.
So as long as I didn't stray too far from the manga story, any reaction was fair game.
"...It felt good."
No choice but to play along right now. Agreeing that it was good would lead to Geum Tae-yeon's "memory" blackmail with nude photos.
Once I said it felt good, she grinned and finally released my dick.
"Han-seol might get suspicious. Better head back to your seat."
Geum Tae-yeon sat in the seat next to mine. Her original spot.
I hurriedly pulled up my pants and underwear, then glared at her.
'Thanks a ton for the blowjob. I wanna say thanks at least.'
The body was gagging me. Thorough bastard.
So instead of thanks, I opted for a reaction that'd turn her on.
"Hmph!"
I made it crystal clear I hadn't submitted yet.
Sure, I was giving in because of the blackmail. But I'd never truly enjoy it.
So don't get the wrong idea.
I snapped my head away sharply, defiant like I hadn't been fucked over.
"Pfft."
As she walked confidently down the aisle, laughter echoed from behind.
I wanted to see her face. But the point was to walk forward without looking back. So I didn't, not even at the end.
'No need to look. I know.'
Geum Tae-yeon was probably sticking her tongue out at me. Or licking her lips with a scratched-itch look. Staring me down with eyes burning with challenge.
Feeling that gaze on my lower half made my ass tingle for no reason. Careful not to trip, I slowly headed out.
It felt awkward to go straight back to Han-seol's side.
"...How long can I stay out?"
If enough time passed to disrupt the plot, the body would move on its own. So maybe I didn't need to go back first.
'Sent her the KakaoTalk already.'
I'd established an alibi. I sat on a bench in the hallway outside the theater, waiting for the movie to end.
True to melodrama form, it wasn't too long. I'd checked: 1 hour 40 minutes.
Exactly 50 minutes left. Meaning the whole thing with Geum Tae-yeon had taken barely 30 minutes tops.
'I said my stomach hurt, but this feels too long anyway.'
The body left me alone for now. Han-seol seemed pretty immersed in the movie. Didn't care if anyone was next to her or not.
Then, with 30 minutes left, my body started moving on its own. Time to head back inside.
No idea why.
'Guess an hour's the max excuse for the shits.'
Maybe say I took meds. Or would she not even care?
I came up with excuses as I returned to the seat beside Han-seol.
Han-seol glanced at me and asked,
"...Does your stomach hurt bad? Should we leave?"
She was finally worrying about me. Looked like she'd seen the message.
I nodded.