Chapter 63
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 63
Chapter Title: Subway Shenanigans
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Rolling the quit-smoking candy around in my mouth, I opened the Naver Maps app.
[Please enter your destination.]
Destination: High Sky Wedding & Convention
[Search Route]
(ON) Based on departure at 11:43 PM today.
I checked the routes that came up in the search and smacked my lips with a small sigh. By taxi, it would take 40 to 50 minutes.
By subway and bus, the estimated time was 60 to 70 minutes.
There wasn't even a direct route. They were all mixes of subway and bus. The best one was subway for 43 minutes plus bus for 12 minutes. Even then, it required about 7 minutes of walking.
'Estimated taxi fare: 26,600 won.'
Wearing a suit and a pretty dress, taking the subway and bus just felt off. Besides, I had some money saved up from quests anyway.
"Hana, should we just take a taxi?"
"Are you crazy?"
Huh?
I flinched at her instinctive, explosive reaction.
"Are you insane? Do you know how much the taxi fare would be? And we only have a bit extra precisely so we could use public transport. Taxi? Do they think we're loaded or something? Sure, Sua unnie's been cooking well lately, but have you already forgotten we used to survive on discarded bentos, three-minute meals, frozen fried rice, and instant rice every day? No! We were crammed in that one-room apartment eating— Mmph! Mmph!!"
She looked like she'd broadcast it to the whole neighborhood if I let her go, so I quickly clamped my hand over Oh Hana's mouth.
"Okay, okay. You win. Let's take the subway."
Only then did the sharp glare in her eyes soften. There really wasn't another woman as unpredictable as her. If she were my little sister, she'd have clapped her hands in delight at the mention of a taxi and called one herself.
Don't other women take taxis often? And I knew I was paying, but I didn't expect that reaction.
"Hana, but look at our outfits. We're even in heels. Doesn't the subway and bus feel a bit much?"
Feeling a bit guilty and embarrassed with myself, I persisted. Oh Hana grinned and said,
"What's the big deal? We're not underdressed or anything. So what if people look?"
Sure for you.
Oh Hana never really cared about others' gazes, but at the same time, she put a lot of effort into her appearance.
"Sigh. Fine. Got it."
I nodded in resignation and subtly scanned Oh Hana from head to toe again. When she put real effort into it, she was unbelievably beautiful.
Even right next to me, she didn't feel real.
'If I married her, would this become my everyday normal?'
Like a sharp wife reining in a somewhat lacking husband.
"......"
I quickly shut down the delusion. Maybe because of the pointless daydream, or because we were headed to a wedding venue of all places, my mind kept drifting to 'marriage' without me realizing it.
Click-clack, click-clack!
Once we entered the subway station, the sound of our heels echoed especially clearly. And unlike walking around the neighborhood, the crowd moving every which way was massive.
It was Saturday, too. Left, right, up, down— no one in a suit anywhere.
"...Even now, maybe we should just—"
"Argh, seriously! How's a guy supposed to live with such a flat chest? Can't even puff it out?!"
"......"
My chest is shrinking even more because of you right now. Her loud voice drew stares from passersby who had only been glancing before—now everyone was openly looking at us. Even the people far off on benches fiddling with their phones lifted their heads.
Beep, beep!
I quickly tapped my FPay card and stepped onto the escalator. Oh Hana, following right behind, whispered in my ear.
"People are staring a ton."
"Your fault."
"Why? 'Cause I'm too pretty? Heh heh heh!"
Shameless girl. But she wasn't wrong, so I couldn't argue.
"Speaking of subways, I saw this short yesterday while I was sleeping."
"Yeah?"
"Some couple had sex on the last train."
"Whoa. Nuts."
Yeah, I often saw those Shorts with bizarre news read out in TTS voice.
Every time, it felt like they were breaking new records.
"Sex on the subway... insane."
"Well, drunk and out of their minds, it could happen. Everyone makes mistakes when wasted, right?"
"True."
As I spoke, a dark memory flashed by, making me frown slightly. A memory I really didn't want to recall. Thinking about it, alcohol was the root of that too.
Damn that liquor before enlistment. Come to think of it, one of the guys who recommended that liquor was none other than Bong-gyu hyung, getting married today.
"But I kinda felt bad for them."
"Huh?"
"Drunk sex—you probably don't remember the feeling properly. If you're gonna do it, you should at least savor it, right?"
You're driving me crazy. For real.
Hiss!
"Move inside, please!"
"Sorry!"
Maybe because it was the weekend, or finally past the real cold and into April when everyone shows off their fashion, every station was packed. It was suffocatingly crowded.
And here was Oh Hana rubbing her chest against me while whispering like that—it was dizzying. She stood on tiptoe to murmur in my ear, probably not wanting nearby people to overhear.
"Oppa, aren't you curious? About subway sex."
Of course I am, you idiot. What guy wouldn't be? But as a person, I couldn't say that out loud. Honesty and blurting crazy shit were different things.
"Not really."
"I'm curious, though."
My heart dropped in shock.
Because Oh Hana, who had backed into a corner facing me, had reached out and was gently stroking my dick over my pants.
Thump, thump, thump!
It wasn't my heartbeat—it was like cannons exploding in my ears.
"Y-you crazy bitch."
The words slipped out, and Oh Hana giggled like she was even more pleased. Is she actually insane?
"Can't help it. It's been almost a week since we quit smoking. I'm going nuts—what can I do?"
Quitting smoking is no excuse for this. And I'm struggling with it too. Damn it.
But it was true—at least with Oh Hana around, I didn't crave cigarettes. She was way more stimulating.
Even now, she kept rubbing my dick over my pants without stopping.
"Ugh, cra...zy. Stop, or else."
"Aw, it's fine. No one's looking anyway. Press closer, oppa. Then it's invisible. We've got like 40 minutes on the subway. It's boring—this is how we play."
Insane.
"You're bored too, right? If you wanna touch my pussy, go ahead carefully. The more you're told no, the more you wanna, right? See? It's getting bigger. Rub it up and down a bit to stand it up—less obvious that way."
I twitched involuntarily and frantically looked around. Luckily, the crowd was so dense no one could see us clearly.
The guy right next to me was the only concern, but he had earphones in, intently watching YouTube.
Clack, clack!
...The subway's rumble was drowned out by my heartbeat. Oh Hana never stopped.
"If you're gonna cum, say so. Gotta stop then. Can't do it here, right?"
If you know that, why start? Damn it.
Staying still would lead to me cumming for real without realizing, so I couldn't just stand there.
'She said not to, so it's even hotter.'
And why was she so good at rubbing over clothes? It looked casual, but she slyly spread her index and middle fingers, sliding my dick between them up and down—ghostly skill.
'This is it!'
Desperate, annoyed at her toying with me like this, yet finding even that cute and alluring.
Dizzy, I finally moved too.
No courage to grab outright, so I subtly lifted my thigh from below, rubbing up against her pussy.
"Nghat."
"Hey."
"What? This much is fine. Your leg rubbing my pussy—harder to stay still. It's okay. Panties absorb any juices. More like you—about to cum? It's twitching way more."
"Kinda risky—can you stop?"
"Okay. Break time for me."
Break time my ass.
Grinning, Oh Hana said,
"But oppa, forget legs—use your hand. Rare chance like this. I'd love to suck you off instead since you're chicken, but that's too much."
Did she ride the subway just for this?
"Life's short—enjoy what you can, right?"
Damn. Is this what it's like being bewitched by a fox spirit?
I swallowed hard, thick desire surging, and slowly slipped my hand down secretly, caressing her pussy over her guest dress.
As my hand properly touched her pussy, Oh Hana struggled to stifle moans, clinging tighter, carefully pressing her face to my chest without burying it—ruining her makeup.
"Hngt. Hn. Hnngh."
She twitched and let out faint moans only I could hear. Watching made me boil with the urge to shove my dick in her pussy right there, even sober.
As if reading my mind,
"Ah. I want sex."
She murmured, making me dizzy, when the crowd surged toward the doors, all staring the same way—including us.
"Ah! Oppa! Our stop! Hurry!"
"Uh, yeah."
I habitually went to wipe my face but flinched, remembering the makeup on my skin. Then Oh Hana naturally grabbed my hand, leading me onto the bus.
"Ah. We got here sooner than thought. Should've walked instead of the bus?"
"Why bother? Transfer's covered."
"True. Don't want dirt on these heels. Better to chill and sightsee at the wedding hall."
"Yeah."
After passing five stops, a grand 10-story building and vast parking lot came into view.
[High Sky Wedding & Convention]
[Highland Hall]
It was the wedding hall. Alone, I'd have been tense, but now? Not really. Probably because Oh Hana was with me.
"Whoa! Awesome. Buffet food—can't wait!"
More like, I worried something might happen.
'What could possibly go wrong?'
I tried comforting myself inwardly.
"Argh. Should've shamelessly brought a Luck & Luck charm or something?"
Why do I feel like something's gonna happen?