No One Can Predict Riyeon (2)
"Hey, hey, can't you rethink this?"
"It's not 'hey'—it's Riyeon. Call me by my name."
"Riyeon, can't you rethink this?"
"No."
Right before the train pulled in, Riyeon was just standing there grinning like everything was perfect. I, on the other hand, was breaking out in a cold sweat trying to talk her down.
"What are we even gonna do at your place?"
"We're going to watch each other's recommendations, of course. Don't tell me you already forgot?"
Damn it. Of all things, she had to pick something wholesome. But the more we talked—every "I like you," every "thank you," every grateful little smile—the deeper the look in her eyes got. I could see it thickening by the second. That weekend separation I had planned was starting to feel mandatory.
Sure, she was a walking bundle of zero social skills and bottomless emotional hunger, but the way her feelings for me were sinking in was anything but normal. It was like watching someone step into a swamp and keep going under at an impossible speed.
Ha. Never thought the day would come when I'd be complaining that a woman—and a beautiful one at that—liked me too much. This wasn't good fortune. It was every alarm bell in my head going off at once.
"I was planning for us to rest at our own places, have a lively debate about our tastes, and then swap recommendations."
"That works too. Let's go do it right now."
"I said at our own places!"
"No."
Her eyes lit up with that eerie gleam.
"It's my turn to be considerate this time, right?"
"When you go to someone else's house, you need their permission."
"Then it's your turn to be considerate of me?"
"I refuse."
"Why!"
She yelled it at full volume in a public place, and every head in the vicinity snapped toward us. Riyeon raised a fist and punched me square in the gut.
"So you just eat and run?!"
"Huh?!"
"Oh my god…!"
What the hell kind of phrasing is that?!
The middle-aged woman standing right behind us covered her mouth in pure horror. The train rolled in.
"Who ate and ran? You said nothing happened!"
"I bought you the pho!"
"I—I'll order delivery later, okay?"
"You eat with me and then leave me alone?"
"Oh my, a threesome…!"
Lady, that is one hell of a leap in logic.
The train stopped and the doors opened. It wasn't just the auntie—every single person around us was hanging on our every word.
"This is a full-on dine-and-dash, a dine—!"
"Get in, get in. We'll talk inside."
Maybe because her place was near the downtown area, the subway was packed even on a Saturday. Before I could even push her in myself, the surge of people from behind packed the two of us into the car like sardines.
"Are you going to abandon me? Answer me!"
"I'm not abandoning you. People are staring. Cut it out."
"Swear it. Swear you won't abandon me."
"If you keep raising your voice alone in public like this, I'm going to pretend I don't know you."
The car was already stuffed full. The sheer force of the crowd shoved us deeper and deeper until we ended up right in the middle of the car. I managed to grab a handrail, but Riyeon was stuck in that awkward gap between two poles, forced to brace herself on nothing but her own two legs.
"Want to hold my arm?"
"…Hmph."
I casually held my arm out so she could at least grab my sleeve, but true to form—transparent as glass when it came to me—she just glared straight at me instead. I felt a little uneasy. Before boarding I had already noticed the train was leaning slightly to one side. If it took off like this, then of course…
Clunk!
"Kyaaaa!"
…inertia would do exactly what inertia does, and anyone not holding on would lurch hard. Unlike me, who had a grip on the rail, Riyeon nearly went down under the crush of bodies from every direction. Even so, she never stopped glaring at me for a second.
She didn't even reach for me on instinct, so I quickly caught her around the waist and muttered, a little gruffly,
"Don't you abandon me either."
Her eyes went round as saucers.
Mistake. When she was busy making a scene and embarrassing me in front of everyone, that was one thing—but the second she actually needed me and didn't reach out, it had pissed me off. Tch. I should have just let her fall. Too much big-brother instinct kicking in.
"As if I ever would."
Okay, maybe it wasn't the big-brother instinct after all. Because the tiny whisper she breathed while pressed tight against me made every last bit of irritation melt away.
"If I wanted to throw you away, Oppa, I'd have to throw my own heart away with you."
Hmph. Overdramatic as always. Fresh realization hit me: I was a pretty twisted bastard myself. Not a realization—more like full self-awareness. I tried to scold myself out of pure embarrassment.
"Oppa, let go of my arm."
I pulled my arm back the second she asked. Wrapping an arm around a girl's waist really had been too bold, even if it was purely for safety. Emergency measure or not, I stepped back without a word. But there were so many people that her body was still leaning against mine, pressed flush.
"Oppa, is there any other guy around me besides you?"
"No, none."
"All women?"
"Women and grandmas."
Riyeon snickered to herself for a moment, then whispered again.
"Oppa, you know what?"
"What?"
"Rush-hour subways and buses are seriously fucking erotic."
There she went, spouting nonsense again. But I was interested. When a beautiful woman starts a dirty conversation first, a guy's heart can't help but race.
"What's erotic about it?"
"Right now, the girl behind me and I have our butts pressed right up against each other."
"Well, yeah. It's crowded."
"Idiot. That's exactly what's erotic."
The little devil had her chin hooked over my shoulder and was murmuring straight into my ear. It tickled like crazy.
"If you and I had been standing back-to-back, my butt and your butt would be pressed right together, right?"
"…!!"
She wasn't wrong. But I had never thought about it that way. Every miserable commute, I just got annoyed that standing was even more exhausting because of the crowd. This angle was brand new.
"There's a height difference, so probably not."
"You never know. Women have shorter torsos and longer legs, while men have longer torsos. Even with a height gap, the butts can still line up."
"That… actually makes sense."
"Right? I've thought about it—if a woman's waist isn't higher and a man's waist isn't lower, doggy against a wall doesn't even work."
"Hey—"
I tried a cautious warning, but of course she ignored it. And honestly, I wanted to keep hearing the filthy things coming out of her mouth, so I didn't push harder. Her breath against my collarbone was slow and hot.
"Women are shorter on average, right? If male and female proportions were the same, just bending at the waist wouldn't get her pussy up to the height of a guy's dick. The waistlines wouldn't match in the first place."
"…Yeah."
"Plus a woman's pussy is lower and more tucked in. To get an angle that actually works for penetration, she has to lift her hips and fold her waist way down so it opens up and sticks out. That's why women evolved with longer legs and higher waists."
Extremely educational biology lecture. Useful? Questionable. But I was already hard, so I decided it was fine.
"Still, if the height difference is big, the waists still won't line up."
"Then my butt would be against your thigh."
"…!!"
"If my two cheeks are straddling your leg and the crowd keeps packing us tighter and tighter, what exactly ends up pressed against your thigh?"
If you dug and dug between Riyeon's cheeks, what would touch my thigh? The answer was still just butt. Simply pressing two closed cheeks together only smooshes more ass flesh. Unless you pry them open with your hands, there is no way you're getting into the soft parts in between. If that were possible, men, women, and children alike would live under constant threat of rear-entry invasion.
"But Oppa,"
Her voice had gone thick and sticky. She knew I was turned on. She was teasing me with it and enjoying every second. For someone who only ever charged straight ahead, the unexpected filth was impressive. She was also weirdly good at dirty talk that made you think too hard while dancing right on the edge of the line.
"Right now we're pressed face-to-face, aren't we?"
"…!!"
"Aren't you focusing a little too much on the bottom half?"
Her face lifted a fraction from my collarbone. When our eyes met, she gave me a little smirk—and under her neck I could feel the full weight of her breasts crushed against my chest. The big pair had even been shoved upward a little by the pressure of my body. Pressed this tight, shouldn't I be able to feel her nipples too?
Men are pathetic animals. This is the best our brains can do. All that talk about teaching her social skills, about how starved for affection she was, about looking after her for a while—it was all arrogant bullshit. The self-proclaimed lifelong virgin Riyeon drops a few dirty lines and suddenly I'm the one ruled by my dick, the one with worse social skills and a bigger hole where human contact should be.
Clunk!
"Ugh!"
The train braked hard again. People pushed forward to get off at this station, and the two of us were naturally shoved from the center toward the doors. Riyeon's back hit the still-closed door, and the crush of bodies behind me mashed us together face-to-face—not just pressed, but compressed.
In a comic or a drama the guy would somehow pin her against the wall and hold the space open. In a real Korean subway that kind of heroics is flatly impossible.
"Oppa!"
For the first time since we boarded, she called my name with actual sparkle.
"…What!"
I couldn't protect her with a wall-pin, but I was throwing everything I had into keeping the crowd from crushing us flat, so my voice came out strained and loud.
"Oppa, it's touching my stomach!"
No, damn it, don't make me conscious of it. That's sexual harassment. The thing poking your stomach is the one getting more stimulated here…!
"Amazing—I can feel it jabbing right above my belly button!"
"Riyeon, please just be quiet…"
"It's fine, Oppa. My chest is touching you too, so we'll call it even."
She looked me dead in the eye.
"Are you going to abandon me?"
She was trying to be bold and seductive, but she clearly had no idea how closely our bodies were glued together. I can feel your heartbeat, you know? It's racing hard and loud.
"…No."
And mine was doing the exact same thing.
"Can I come to your place, Oppa?"
"…Yeah."
Mine might even have been bigger and faster than hers.