Side Story — Memories of Tom Gun (1)

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This happened before Seonghun left the research institute — back when he was still grinding through magic, martial arts, and spirit arts, throwing himself into the work of adapting to an entirely new world.

Today I was actually going to watch a movie!

"Hah. Seonghun! You made the news and everything. Selectio really has it out for you, don't they?"

The Doctor sighed, a white lab coat thrown over a killer office look. Pants today, not a skirt. A woman with hips like hers could make a pair of slacks every bit as dangerous as a hemline.

"Yeees… I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I'm just worried about Selectio going forward. Don't die. And don't flinch, either."

I was doing just fine until you said that, thanks.

"From now on, when you go outside, you take at least one person from the institute with you!"

"Yes, ma'am."

"So. Off to the movies, then?"

"Yes. No detours today. Just the movie."

"Good! And who are you going with?"

I looked at the Doctor's pants. Wide hips poured into white office slacks. No visible panty line — and the linen was so thin and soft that the sunlight almost gave the underwear underneath away.

"Me? I'm busy today…"

"Tch. Fine, I guess. I was planning to use you as my cocksleeve all day, too."

"Excuse me?"

The crotch of those snow-white slacks was slowly darkening to a deep, telltale gray.

"W-well. Can't be helped, then. This institute does revolve around you, Seonghun."

"Really?!"

Thank god. To think I'd actually get to live out the dream of fucking a woman who looked that good in dress pants.

"What are we seeing?"

"Tom Gun. Top Cruise's Tom Gun! The internet's been losing its mind over it."

Top Cruise — the greatest alpha male on the planet. The living legend of cinema who had taken Hollywood, that rare gathering place of male actors, and ranked the entire industry as his personal turf.

"Is that right? It didn't look all that interesting to me."

"Come on! We have to see it before it leaves theaters!"

"Fiiine. If you want to see it that badly, Seonghun, I'll come with you."

The Doctor and I headed to CVG Cinema.

"Wow. It's about to leave theaters and the auditorium is still almost packed."

"You really have to hand it to Koreans and their love of movies. I figured a weekday matinee would be dead."

We settled into our seats and started in on the popcorn together. I had to swallow a groan. Me — a guy who'd made it past thirty without a single date to his name — sitting here sharing popcorn with a woman this beautiful. The Doctor munched away, eyes on the previews.

I let my hand slide across the fabric of her slacks, right over where her pussy was.

"Nn♡"

"Seonghun, the lights aren't even down yet."

"Shh."

The lights went down.

I eased her zipper open. Fabric whispered. My fingers slipped inside.

"Ah-hh♡ Seonghun, the movie hasn't even started."

The opening rolled — Top Cruise in the cockpit of a fighter jet.

"Nn!"

I rubbed her clit in tight, fast circles.

Wet, slapping sounds filled the space between our seats.

"You can't hit Mach 8 already. The target is Mach 10."

"Th-that's—♡ Stop iiit♡"

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

"Th-th-thaaat♡"

Slick, frantic strokes. Her thighs were shaking.

"Aahng♡ Haaaang♡"

"Shh. People are going to hear you."

"Aaaah♡"

The Doctor let out a long, shuddering breath of relief as Top Cruise punched through Mach 10. It's over. Thank god it's over.

"Doctor? I don't think he's stopping."

My fingers went back to work — faster, wetter, merciless.

"Nngiih♡"

Slap. Slap. Slap. Her pussy put on a fountain show, squirting hard enough to mist the air between us.

I leaned in and tasted it before anyone else in the row could notice. A swallow. A hum of approval.

"Mmm. Top-shelf stuff, as always."

"Hnnn♡"

I palmed her ass, and the soft give of it sent a shiver through me. That was when the mischief hit.

I poured internal energy into my cock until it was raging, then rolled my hips and drove it home. She took it with a thick, wet sound — and kept right on eating popcorn, eyes locked on the screen like nothing in the world was happening under that tray.

Her hand went for another handful and closed on my dick instead.

"Hyat♡"

The Doctor jumped, then looked down into the popcorn box. My thick cock was standing dead-center in it, towering out of the kernels.

"S-Seonghun?"

"What?"

I tipped a handful of popcorn into my mouth. Most of it hit the floor. By the time I was done, the only thing left in that box was my cock.

"Mm."

She was quick on the uptake. Without so much as a change of expression, she wrapped her hand around me and started stroking, pouring every ounce of her attention into the feel of it.

"Ah— Doctor."

"Mmm♡"

She ducked her head like she was going for the cupholder. She was not going for the cupholder. She was going for the popcorn box.

I came in heavy, pulsing surges — a ridiculous amount of it. Getting wrecked by Selectio had put me off sex for a while, and my body had been saving up with interest.

"Mmph!"

She sealed her mouth around me all the way to the base of the urethra, sucked me dry, and then just sat there fondling my softening cock while she watched the movie.

"You're awful♡"

She pouted — and did not take her hand out of the empty box. She kept pumping ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me with stubborn, dedicated little strokes.

"Hey. Want some popcorn?"

I offered the box to the woman in the next seat. She nodded a polite thank-you and reached in.

Soft. Soft.

"Huh?"

Soft.

She looked into the box. My cock was standing at full, veined attention. Her eyes went huge. She looked at me. She looked at it. She looked at me again.

"Go on. Have a bite."

"Y-yes♡"

She ducked her head into the box and went at it like a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠dog at a food bowl, mouth working with a raw, shameless hunger, like this was the first popcorn she had ever tasted in her life.

"Slurp♡ Suck♡ Mmn♡"

She was tasting my cock the way a person tastes something they have been waiting their whole life to try.

"Doctor. Lift your hips for me."

"Mm."

She rose off the seat, and those devastating dress-pant lines filled my vision, cutting off everything else. The way Top Cruise painted a missile lock on the heart of an enemy formation, my targeting reticle settled on the center of her.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I took a page out of Top Cruise's book, stripped her slacks down, and fed my cock into her nice and slow.

A murmur ran through the auditorium.

"Who is that?"

"What are they doing?"

A massive shadow fell across the screen — the silhouette of one man's monstrous cock forcing its way between a pair of beautifully lined ass cheeks.

"Oh my god!"

Nobody in that theater gave a damn whether Top Cruise completed the mission. They sat there swallowing dry, watching to see if I would make it all the way in.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

"Haaang♡"

"Yes!"

"Haang!"

"Hey, who is that? Move, I'm trying to watch the movie."

"Would you shut up? That's Boilde Romeo."

"What?"

"You can't tell just by looking? Do you not even use the internet? He was on the nine o'clock news."

"Is Boilde Romeo trying to break into film or something? What the hell is that ceremony?"

The audience had stopped watching the movie. They were watching a live show. No CGI. All real.

"Haang! Haaaang♡"

"Congratulations on getting your ass broken in, Doctor!"

"You wicked cock♡ I'm going to swallow every last inch of you♡"

People spilled their drinks and stared. Our fucking had become the main attraction.

"Holy shit, the woman's gorgeous too."

"That's an S-rank looker. City-level."

"He keeps calling her Doctor. What does she even do?"

Hot pulses of white spilled out of the Doctor's ass. I gave my cock a shake and sat back down.

"Mind if I have some more popcorn?"

"Go ahead. Eat till you're full."

"Then I won't hold back♡"

The woman in the next seat dunked her head into the popcorn box all over again.

"Hah. Now that was a hell of a movie."

It had been a good film. Not quite the earth-shattering experience the internet had promised, but good.

Except.

"Was this a thirty-minute movie?"

The credits were already ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠rolling. It was supposed to be an hour fifty. The time had just… gone.

"Whoa. What was that immersion?"

It felt like I'd watched a single NewTube video. Subjectively, the whole movie had lasted half an hour. I had come in here fully intending to fuck the Doctor through the runtime, and instead I'd gotten so absorbed I barely got any fucking done at all.

"Cough! Cough!"

Someone behind us sneezed. Then came a deep, rattling hack.

Jesus. That was Chinese pneumonia. The nerve of this person, showing up to a theater with a cough and phlegm that bad. No mask, either?

The Doctor and I pulled our masks on immediately.

And then—

"Hhk."

Huh?

"Hhk!"

The second the mask sealed, my breathing went tight and heavy, and for a moment my body and Top Cruise's overlapped. It was the same feeling as when he'd pulled on an oxygen mask in the cockpit. He must have breathed like this too, punching through the sound barrier at those speeds.

I scowled at the shameless idiot who'd brought Chinese pneumonia into a packed theater. But thanks to that bastard, something had clearly clicked. The way fire must have clicked for the first human who found it. The way jerking off had clicked for me, once upon a time. Sparks went off behind my eyes, carrying a message I could almost read.

Evening came. A fresh shock was still just a shock — not big enough, and not brave enough, to knock my daily routine off its rails.

"Haaah."

The aftertaste of Tom Gun would not leave me alone.

"It was too short. That movie was nearly two hours and it felt like thirty minutes."

I went looking for Jo-hyun. There was nothing else for it.

"Jo-hyun."

"Y-yes?"

She looked at me with color already rising in her face. Fair enough. A hundred times out of a hundred, if I showed up at this hour, the first thing I did was eat her pussy. And I wanted to. I really did. But this was not the time. For all I knew, Top Cruise's Tom Gun would be gone from theaters tomorrow.

"Jo-hyun! Come see a movie with me."

"What? Of course, I'd love to."

"Right now."

"What? Now? That's…"

She hesitated, looking genuinely stuck, like she had something she needed to finish.

"Hey! Unnie! Where do you think you're going? Sneaking out at this hour? Hey! Lee Seonghun! Don't you know it's dangerous for a man to go out at night? Some dangerous woman is going to jump you and fuck your brains out!"

"You shut up."

"Hmph!"

Choi Yeo-jin stuck her tongue out at me. She was not my slave yet.

I shoved my fingers straight through the gap in her dolphin shorts. Her tight little pussy clamped down on them like a fist.

"Hiiit!"

"Heaven's Fall!"

I slammed her to the floor with a pussy-drop. She was a natural martial artist with a body that didn't break easy — she wouldn't be hurt.

"Jo-hyun. Let's go."

"If it's somewhere you're going, Seonghun… then I'm coming with you. I have to."

"Good. There's something only you can do."

"What? What is it?"

"I'm not just going to watch a movie. I'm going to experience one."

"Experience a movie?"

"That's right."

I reached into my tote and pulled out a KF101-grade mask. Calling it a mask was generous. It was a suffocation device. State-of-the-art gear that blocked 101% of every airborne pathogen and floating particle in existence, and the second you put it on, breathing got three times harder. A magic item, basically.

"We're going to fly a fighter jet. I'm the lead pilot. Jo-hyun, you're the weapons systems officer in the back seat."

"Weapons systems officer?"

"When the lead pilot flies the jet and handles the major maneuvers and the weapons, the WSO sits in back, tracks the enemy, runs the advanced systems, and supports the pilot."

"Ah! I get it!"

"You sit behind me and support me."

"Yes!"

We hit the theater for the late show. The place was buzzing. Crowds of people — couples, especially — had come out to see Tom Gun.

The ads were winding down.

I swallowed. Cold sweat beaded on my forehead. Late show meant off-the-clock office couples packed in all around us.

"Let's get started."

She nodded.

We started taking off our clothes. Then we put the masks on.

Jo-hyun sat down. I sat down on top of her.

Soft. Yielding. That ridiculous body of hers wrapped around my back and molded to me, locking me in place. Her blue-black pubic hair announced itself between my ass cheeks, slowly going damp. Fuel, pumping into the engine.

"Engine."

I reached over my shoulder, caught the nipple sticking out there, and twisted it like a rotary switch.

"Haang♡ Engine OK."

"Comms."

This time I leaned to the right-hand nipple jutting over my other shoulder and put my mouth on it like I was speaking into a mic, and sucked.

"Haaaah♡ Comms OK."

"Good. Control tower."

I reached toward the seat on my right.

"Euu…"

A voice trembled with embarrassment from the next seat over. A tiny, almost cute little pussy was waiting for my hand.

I tapped it.

"Yah! What the hell is this, you pervert."

Choi Yeo-jin slapped my hand away, her face burning red.

"Hey now. You said you wanted in. You said a threesome was no big deal. Don't tell me… you're embarrassed? How amateur."

"I-I'm not! I can do it too, dammit."

"There's nothing you won't say to Master."

"Who's calling you Master. That was just— I got swept up in the mood, and—"

I clicked my tongue.

"Nn!"

Yeo-jin flinched like she'd been struck. A born elite masochist, purpose-built for SM play. A specimen like this belonged in the SM Tom Gun Academy, trained up into the finest M-slave on the planet.

My fingers pushed into that small, tender twenty-year-old pussy.

"C-control tower, okay."

Unlike Jo-hyun and me, Yeo-jin just hiked her miniskirt a little and let my hand in. She could pretend to be embarrassed all she wanted — instinct had already clocked every single thing that turned her on. An elite little pervert.

"You said you wanted to experience the movie too."

"But this is…"

"Tsk. Can't you commit?"

"Fine♡……sir♡"

Maybe this was the night her masochism first came online.

I settled into her hold and started running the fighter-jet simulation, prepping for takeoff. We sank into the movie like we were actually strapped into a cockpit, the real thing, down to the last switch.

I needed something to hold. Flying machines don't use a round steering wheel like a car. They use a long control handle — pop the cover on the end, hit the button, and a missile flies. A fighter jet's stick. The control stick.

"Weapons systems officer. Control stick check, please."

"Roger."

Jo-hyun's voice was dead serious. Her hand found my control stick and began to work it, stroking along the hard length, and her breathing went ragged against my back.

"Control stick. All green♡"