The Night Train
Clatter, clatter.
The sun had already set, and the hour had grown dark. In the empty train car, the sound of the rails echoed through the silence.
Having finished our business with the shrine maiden grandmother, we grabbed a simple meal nearby and boarded the train back to the hotel we’d booked in Tokyo.
Jae-min hadn’t been able to settle her confused heart since then; she barely said a word. She simply clung to my arm with her flushed face, refusing to let go.
It wasn’t a curse, so it couldn’t be reversed, the old woman had said. Which meant our relationship couldn’t be reversed either—there was no going back.
Did I like her?
If it was simply a matter of like or dislike, of course I liked her. As a friend, she was a good friend. As a woman, I clearly liked her too. But if the question was about romantic love rather than mere sexual attraction… well?
Did I like her—no, did I love her?
I still wasn’t sure. But one thing was certain: I would never give her up. Whether that feeling was affection, love, lust, possessiveness, the desire to dominate… I didn’t know what to call it.
Maybe that was why I’d impulsively posted her cosplay photos on SNS. A manifestation of possessiveness mixed with the urge to show off. Maybe I’d been shouting to everyone that she was mine.
“Haa…♥ Haa…♥”
…Hadn’t her breathing been weird for a while now?
I turned my head to look at her and immediately met her large eyes head-on. Those sticky eyes, as if all their shining luster had been submerged in pitch-black tar. That gaze, dyed scarlet with lust and looking as if she’d gone blind from it, was staring straight into mine.
Had she been watching me the whole time?
“What’s wrong?”
“……Touch me.”
“…….”
She knew where we were, right? It was late, and we were the only ones in this car, but still…
She relieved stress through sexual pleasure, after all. The fact that she was initiating this even knowing we were out in public meant she’d been under quite a lot of stress today. Which was fair enough.
I glanced around for a moment. Even if there were no people, there might be CCTV or something. …The seats did create a blind spot below head height, though. Would it be okay?
The shrine maiden grandmother had said her changes were to fulfill the wish. I remembered that wish exactly.
‘Please make me the best TS beautiful girl in the prefecture so I can freeload through life.’
And she’d said that at this rate, Jae-min would live a life where that wish came true. So what were those changes?
One: she’d become a woman. And truly the best TS beautiful girl in the prefecture at that.
Two: she’d entered a marriage relationship with me. From her life history to her relationships with everyone around her, everything had been perfectly arranged so no problems would arise in the current situation.
Three: she’d become a lewd, heat-stricken woman straight out of a doujinshi—one who couldn’t even climax freely on her own and needed my help.
If my guess was right, and I wasn’t some axe-crazy lunatic, then that god was telling me this: Take this girl as your wife, provide for her, and raise her. The price being transforming her into my ideal wife.
Thinking about it, she fit my tastes far too perfectly. Even the first time she’d knocked on my door, she’d instinctively known that my touch could bring her to climax. Even though I didn’t have much experience, she’d melted so easily in my arms. The fetishes that sprang from her instincts all suited me perfectly as well.
Maybe she really had been “designed” for perfect compatibility with me—so that every taste I had, every fetish, would match her completely. In that case, all the desires I held might be connected to the desires she held.
I let out a small smile and stroked her head.
“My wife.”
“What now…”
She wasn’t even denying it anymore. A good sign.
“Suck me.”
“……What?”
Ignoring her question, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock.
“You crazy bastard…!”
“Shh! Come on, hurry.”
“Fuck…”
The moment I took it out, her gaze locked onto it. I didn’t know what she was sensing, but she seemed to catch some scent from my cock, making small sniffling sounds with her nose.
“If you do it for me, I’ll touch you in the meantime.”
Saying that, I put a little force into the hand stroking her head and pressed it down gently. I felt her tense for a moment as if to resist, but even that looked like nothing more than token resistance. Without a word of refusal, without any sincere struggle, she slowly brought her face closer to my cock following my hand.
“……Nnh…♥”
She rested my cock on the bridge of her nose and just kept taking deep breaths. It seemed she had no intention of moving unless I ordered her. Was she trying to protest that this wasn’t her will, that I’d forced her into this state? Even though her expression had already gone completely blank with pleasure.
“Come on, lick it.”
“……Ah…♥♥”
A small tongue peeked out from her hesitant mouth and brushed against the shaft of my cock. A very slight stimulation. But the warm sensation on a cock exposed to the circulating cold air sent a thrilling current racing through my mind.
“……Haa…♥♥”
Her hot breath brushed against the head. Her two eyes were filled with the single drop of precum that had beaded at the tip of my cock.
“……Mmph♥♥”
Without me saying anything more, she put the head into her own mouth. Completely swallowed by pleasure now, she no longer tried to dodge when I stroked her head; instead, she was gently swaying her hips—as if saying she’d done as told, so now touch her.
“Come on, move gently and suck.”
“……Hmm…♥”
Her head began to move slowly following my words. Her soft lips swept over the ridge of my glans.
Slurp.
Inside her warm mouth, I could feel her soft tongue wandering, unable to find its place. But every spot that friction touched was a dizzying thrill to me.
“Good.”
Praising her, my other hand stroked along her leg. I felt the smooth stockings she was wearing—something I never could have imagined her putting on before that day. Enjoying the springy thighs through the light-colored stockings and moving further, I arrived at the valley already prepared damp and steamy beneath her skirt. Her panties were already soaked through, slowly leaking the overflowing juices.
“Hiuuum♥♥♥?!”
When I lightly touched the little bean at the end of that waterfall, she twisted her body in reaction. But twisting her waist wasn’t enough to escape my hand. As long as I was holding her head, she couldn’t spit out my cock or run away. My hand dug straight into her panties.
“Huuup♥♥♥?!?!”
“Don’t stop—keep moving.”
Urging the girl whose body had stiffened from the intense pleasure, I pressed her head down and gently pushed my cock deeper inside. Since this was her first blowjob, left alone she couldn’t even take half of it. How far could she take it, I wondered?
Slurp, slurp.
“Huuuung♥♥♥”
With my right hand I rubbed her slit and clit, and with my left I stroked her head, guiding her to swallow my cock a little deeper bit by bit.
Slurp, slurp.
“Guhp♥♥”
After moving like that a few times, my cock went deeper than I’d expected. I felt her throat against the head, and through that soft membrane I could feel her body trembling. Was it gagging, or the pleasure of climax? Or maybe both. Each time, hot water poured from her valley.
“Ugh… I’m cumming.”
“……♥♥♥?!”
Without meaning to, I gripped her head tightly. From the girl whose airway was blocked by the pressure of my large cock came only a silent scream. Riding the moist flesh that enveloped my entire cock, pure white pleasure overflowed and filled my vision.
Throb, throb.
“……Mmph♥♥♥?!?!”
I poured hot semen directly into her throat. At the same time, her hips lifted and her waist arched. Her throat pulsed, tightening around my cock. Beyond her hazy consciousness, I knew her entire mind was being eaten away by pleasure and climax.
Spurt, spurt.
The sensation of her taking all of me. The sensation of me dominating all of her. The base possessiveness toward her that had been boiling since before we boarded the train was being satisfied.
“……Uhek, kek, cough, cough…. Hek, keek, he, aeh…♥”
When I relaxed the hand gripping her head and pulled out my cock, she exhaled the breath that had been blocked and coughed roughly. Even so, out of habit she followed my fingers, opening her mouth to show me the inside.
“……Good girl.”
“Heh, hehe…♥♥”
When I stroked her cheek, she closed her eyes pleasantly and nuzzled against my hand. I enjoyed the sight for a while, then checked the time.
10:20 p.m.
We’d arrive at the station in about ten minutes. She probably wouldn’t come to her senses in that time. It still wasn’t enough, but…
“Come on, sit up.”
“Uuung…♥”
When the hand stroking her cheek disappeared, I tried to sit her up straight from where she’d been burying her nose in my cock, but she couldn’t support her body properly and rested her head on my shoulder.
“……Hiiit♥”
I could see her underwear and skirt, completely soaked between her legs. Her climax still seemed to be continuing; every time her panties twitched, a trickle of fluid leaked out.
“Hiik♥”
I took out a handkerchief and tried wiping, but it was still not enough. No—touching her to wipe seemed to have the opposite effect.
…No choice.
I’d just wipe what had spilled on the seat with tissues, and when we got off, since the hotel wasn’t far from the station, I’d carry her appropriately and drape a coat over her. If we got caught… well, so what if we got caught. Other people’s gazes didn’t matter. What mattered now was the extension match we’d continue once we got to the hotel.
Yeah, that was right. Deciding that, I just stroked the head of the girl leaning on my shoulder.