퇴근길 2.
A cute teenage breadwinner living with her disabled mother.
That was the image of Suryeon from the girl group Pink Bunny.
Was she twelve? Back when she was in elementary school, she appeared on a human documentary on a certain broadcast station.
She was a sharp, capable girl taking care of her sick father and disabled mother.
"I want to eat jajangmyeon, but I'll hold back!"
With her large eyes and charming eye-smile, Suryeon overcame her difficult situation with positive energy. She became famous as the "Jajang Girl." I, too, had cheered for that cute and pretty girl.
After that broadcast, there was a lot of support, and although her father eventually passed away, it was a conclusion where she lived relatively happily with her mother.
And five years later.
A girl group called Pink Bunny, with the Jajang Girl as their leader, debuted.
The public cheered at the well-grown appearance of the Jajang Girl they remembered.
She had appeared as a truly beautiful lady with a nice body.
The popularity of the Jajang Girl didn't end there.
The Jajang Girl, who had the image of a teenage breadwinner, was the leader of the girl group Pink Bunny.
A program where she took in a mixed-race British girl, a mixed-race Australian girl, and a mixed-race American girl who couldn't speak Korean to challenge themselves as idols was destined to be a massive hit.
Mixed-race girls caught between Korea and Britain, Korea and Australia, and Korea and America.
The subtle storytelling regarding the cultural differences and the "Guk-ppong" (nationalistic pride) those girls experienced drew cheers from the nation.
That was already three years ago.
Based on her popularity in Korea, Pink Bunny, who now stands tall as global stars, has become an idol for people all over the world in name and reality.
The success story of growing up after going through difficult times gave people hope.
It was the same for me.
That’s why I liked Suryeon.
Very much, as a fan.
Of course, now she is just a Shell left behind, acting out lewdness in a live masturbation show broadcast to the whole world.
Anyway...
Suryeon, wearing a mask, was giving me a Joker smile.
I responded with an awkward Joker smile, but my head became complicated with a thousand thoughts.
A face filled with sex appeal.
A protein doll with a Coca-Cola bottle figure, filled with softness all over her body.
A pathetic cunt that spreads its legs for anyone and feels orgasm from perverts.
I was sitting on a bench at the subway station.
Suryeon was pressed right up against me, looking in the same direction as I was.
She had her hand in my pocket.
Why did she put her hand in my pocket?
She was touching my cock secretly, hidden from others.
Where did she learn to put her hand in a pocket to touch a cock?
My erect cock grew larger and larger, led by her touch.
Surprisingly, she unzipped my pants and knelt between my crotch.
And then, didn't she start sucking my erect cock?
This is a subway station where people are walking by!
I was flustered, but Suryeon started sucking my cock with a wet, slurping sound as if it were nothing.
Is there any woman who can suck a cock without a care while people are walking by?
And it’s Pink Bunny’s Suryeon, at that!
Slurp. Slurp. Shhh-slurp. Slurp.
Suryeon sucked my cock devotedly while fingering her own crotch, as if being watched by someone made her even more excited.
Love juices dripped from between her crotch, making a tapping sound on the floor, and before I knew it, they began to pool up.
Maybe it’s because she’s an idol.
Since her job is to be watched, it seemed she had a desire to show even this kind of relationship to the public.
But... I don't want to be watched?? What about my opinion? What about me? What about my cock?
Suryeon, who had been kneeling, lifted her hips and straightened her upper body. And then, the deep-throat began.
My glans went so deep into her esophagus that I worried her vocal cords might get hurt.
My urethra opened helplessly at the maddening tightness.
And the service Suryeon gave me outdoors awakened all my pleasure cells.
Splurt. Splurt. Gulp, gulp.
A smile appeared on the corners of Suryeon’s eyes as she drank my semen, gulping it down.
She seemed slightly flustered by the endless ejaculation.
People passed by indifferently. As if we were invisible.
There was no one watching our relationship.
Even though we were in a situation where she was nakedly sucking my cock, no one was interested, perhaps because it wasn't a common sight.
From Suryeon’s perspective, it was a strange situation where she wanted to show it off, but there was no audience.
She bit her lower lip, suddenly pulled down her dolphin shorts along with her panties, and thrust her buttocks toward me.
Two pink holes in the center were throbbing obscenely, approaching my glans.
Sweat beaded and dripped down her spine and slender waist.
The curve starting from her slender waist led to two buttocks like white moons.
Two different holes throbbing in pink.
They were cleanly groomed, so there was no feeling of them being dirty at all.
Choosing was my share.
I reached out and wrapped my arms around her waist. Her skin, which I thought would feel like cold marble, was warm. When I gently pulled her toward me, her body trembled lightly.
My choice was...
Her butt hole.
I aimed slightly lower and sat Suryeon down.
My glans began to enter her chewy anus without much difficulty.
At that moment, Suryeon looked back, surprised.
It seemed it wasn't the hole she had expected.
Her profile, which had received countless spotlights on stage, was still perfect.
With smooth, porcelain-like cheek lines and delicate pink lips, she shone under the bright lights.
We began to move our waists slowly, giving and receiving pleasure.
In a way, it might be Suryeon’s desire to show it to the audience.
Our movements, which started softly, began to accelerate like those of a steam locomotive.
At some point, Suryeon seemed to have turned into a desire for her own pleasure.
She spread her legs wide and shifted her center of gravity backward. Thanks to that, I was buried deeper, and we became one body.
My glans pierced her interior and went in endlessly. Since there is no cervix in the anus, I had no choice but to push in as if crushing her internal organs as I grew more erect.
When I looked at her 11-shaped abs, I could see the silhouette of my glans.
Once the center was perfect, Suryeon began to shake her waist and head violently.
It was as if she were reenacting the choreography she used to perform.
As she shook her hips, my pleasure escalated to the point of madness.
I began to spew into her interior again.
Splurt. Splurt, splurt!!
A faint smile formed on her lips as she felt the warm ejaculation.
I applauded Suryeon’s spectacular dance moves.
She slowly stood up, and as a finishing touch, she sucked my cock again, cleaning it up perfectly.
All of her actions were her own routine and desire.
It was Suryeon’s nature to want to show off her naked body.
A wretched body that gets aroused by subway perverts.
Proof of a slut who gives it up easily to anyone.
Seeing that her anus was also well-developed, it was a body that her ex-boyfriend had perfectly trained.
The fact that such a routine emerged seemed to contain a sad story in a way.
Perhaps it was no different from the lives of pretty women who worked at bars or ruined their bodies with drug addiction in the drug city of Gangnam.
Suryeon felt pitiful due to various thoughts.
No. You idiot.
You married Shin Serin with this kind of sympathy, didn't you?
I bit my tongue slightly.
I keep doing this even though I know that having clumsy sympathy is a fool’s errand.
I just enjoyed it with thrilling sex, vaginal ejaculation, and anal ejaculation.
That’s all. Let’s not attach meaning to it.
What if I kidnapped her and kept her as my fuck-toy?
I shook my head.
What are you going to do by kidnapping a demon?
Suryeon was just... a cunt good for fucking once.
If I meet Nang-ryun later, I could brag that I fucked Pink Bunny Suryeon’s cunt and anus like crazy.
She, who had risen to orgasm and poured out love juices, stood up.
Now it’s time to part ways.
She had already put back on the dolphin shorts she had taken off. She wore her mask again, too.
Suryeon pulled her mask down slightly and gave me a light kiss on the lips.
"Thank you for fucking me."
"I’m the one who’s more grateful."
We didn't have an actual conversation, but we shared a Joker smile that meant as much.
That was when it happened.
Her complexion turned deathly pale, and her expression vanished.
Following that, she stuck out her lower lip and made a sad face.
It was a reaction to seeing a presence approaching from behind me.
Who could be coming?
Suryeon stood up and started walking away quickly without any farewell.
It was a man with a large build.
The bald man’s skin was dark, so I thought he was Black, but it seemed only his skin was dark.
He was wearing the same color tracksuit as Suryeon.
It seemed he had intended to exercise with her.
I don't know how he found out she was here, though.
He approached Suryeon with a Joker smile and slapped her across the face.
Smack.
Suryeon’s body staggered from how hard he hit her, and she slumped to the floor.
But she jumped back up and hugged the dark-skinned man with a Joker smile.
It was like a pet dog wagging its tail at an abusive owner.
'Something is strange.'
Anger flared up and murderous intent rose as I watched the scene where Suryeon was hit.
Post-coital intimacy is a kind of brain disturbance.
Even though she isn't my woman and we just fucked, it creates the illusion that she is my woman.
Thinking of a woman I ejaculated inside as my woman was the realm of the brain and instinct.
He beats Suryeon, who has nothing but frail bones and soft flesh, like a dog, and Suryeon fawns over the Black man like a dog.
'What is that bastard?'
I looked at the Black man. A man who even shaved his head bald, perhaps because of hair loss.
Envy was also mixed in with the malice toward him.
Admiration and hatred are not even a sheet of paper apart.
She isn't my woman, so is there any need to get angry?
I watched her fawning over him even though her cheek was red from being hit.
The abused puppy hugs the bald owner and acts coquettish.
An idol tamed by violence.
Suryeon... what kind of life have you lived?
I felt like I had witnessed the gloomy darkness behind those flashy spotlights.
Demons beating each other up is not my business.
The bald Black man looked like a drug dealer with tattoos on his tanned neck at a glance.
And I witnessed it.
The lips of the dark-skinned man moving.
He was whispering to Suryeon.
'Fuck... was he a Survivor??'
I was about to approach the man, but I stopped my steps at the bad air he was giving off.
He was a man who looked like "I am a fucking villain" was written all over his body.
The man who looked like a gangster or a drug dealer boarded the train with Suryeon.
It seems I witnessed the truth of Pink Bunny that I had no need to know at all.
A combination of the slut Suryeon and a villain.
The pure image of Pink Bunny was all manufactured.
I felt like a child who heard for the first time that there is no Santa Claus.
Suryeon was definitely a Shell.
There is a Survivor who controls the Pink Bunnies?
The fact that there is a Survivor who catches their desires and uses them like slaves made me feel strange.
'Other than me... there are people living in hiding while using this world.'
I became curious about how many Survivors there were.
It seems the unexpected meeting with Suryeon created a desire to possess Pink Bunny.
How about killing that Black man who owns Pink Bunny?
I haven't thought about killing people, but this place was as good as the wild.
A jungle of survival of the fittest.
Since they are Shells anyway, it’s possible to hack their brains and retrain them.
I wanted to have all the members of Pink Bunny.
"Heh heh. It might be a useless greed."
I boarded the next subway train that arrived. It was past rush hour, so it was a bit more relaxed.
I could leisurely watch the people.
People who only have their Shells left, unable to grasp the context of their actions and repeating them.
Since there are many office ladies commuting to Gangnam, there were particularly many beauties.
The subway car swayed gently as it passed through the tunnel.
Among the commuters, a tall woman was standing, holding the handrail.
She had her waist straightened with moderate tension.
Even amidst the busyness of the commute, she seemed to be expressing a certain self-esteem.
Her black hair was neatly gathered back and tied up high.
With her lustrous hair pulled back tightly, an antique hairpin with a jade-like glow was stuck in the center.
It was a hairpin that looked like it would be used for cosplay.
The small bead ornament hanging from the end of the hairpin swayed faintly, and a few strands of fine hair flowed down around her ears, wrapping around her face.
However, her attire was that of an ordinary office worker.
A pinkish blouse and an H-line skirt. Below that, her long legs were stretched out straight.
But is she a mother raising a baby?
Milk was leaking out, but no one seemed to pay much attention to it.
And the flesh-colored stockings completed the neatness of a city woman.
Her tightly constricted thighs and bouncy flesh were held densely and firmly.
"Hehehe."
One strand of her long hair had gotten into the stocking near her calf.
It stood out particularly well.
It seemed that while she was putting on her stockings, one of her own fallen hairs had gotten inside.
She had put them on in that state, so the hair that started around her calf was connected all the way to her thighs and buttocks.
'Women have to be careful when putting on stockings.'
It seems I’ve learned facts I didn't know one by one through the Shells.
That was when it happened.
A movement I hadn't expected at all was captured in my field of vision.
It was a man who had crossed over from the next subway car.
His movements were particularly large, so my gaze had no choice but to turn toward him.
The man, who had crossed over while sweating profusely, had pupils that were shaking violently, and he looked like he was being chased by something.
'Another Survivor!'
The man was advancing while pushing aside people to the point of knocking them over.
He kept looking back, his lips distorted.
His rough breathing was enough to ring through the quiet subway.
And...
I was surprised to see what the man was holding.
It was a handgun.
A real handgun of the type police officers used to carry.
Was a handgun a common weapon in South Korea?
"Fuck... Belphegor... Beelzebub... you dog-like... demon bastards."
The mutterings he whispered as he passed me entered my ears.
Belphegor and Beelzebub? The names of the demons I had imagined came out of the mouth of a strange man.
However, his muttering was the problem.
He spoke quietly, but the heads of the other demons who heard this snapped around.
As one demon riding in the same car glared at him and opened its mouth with a scowl, everyone in the subway car scowled at him and opened their mouths.
"Hey, you dog-like demon bastards. Don't just scowl, come at me. Fuck!!"
He raised his gun toward the demons blocking his path.
A Survivor with a weapon.
The Survivor man was trembling, turning the muzzle of his gun.
It was precarious, as if he might fire the gun at any moment.
I became afraid that the Survivor’s muzzle might turn toward me.
The man was already red-faced and highly agitated.
That was when it happened.
The stocking beauty from earlier began to walk toward the agitated man, making clack, clack sounds with her high heels.
She walked with an elegant and fast stride, like a catwalk on a runway.
Her hair was naturally let down by now, and her long hair looked particularly stylish.
She was not afraid of the man aiming the gun.
The man holding the handgun also hesitated and turned the muzzle elsewhere.
Because he couldn't bear to point the muzzle at a goddess.
What is this?
What is about to happen?