Tearing the Date Stockings
The sharp riiiip of her date stockings cut through the air with crystal clarity. Turned on by the sight of her own stockings tearing, Seoa's hips bounced up and down in little jolts, twitching uncontrollably. Taeyang slyly pushed aside the white panties hidden beneath the coffee-colored stockings and stroked the cleft of her pussy mound. Her entrance was already drooling thick, sticky nectar, welcoming his fingers. He merely traced lightly from top to bottom along the slit, but Seoa shuddered violently. Realizing they were in a public place, she barely held back, though waves of pleasure crashed over her.
"Nnghoh...!" She bit down hard on her lip to stifle the moan bursting out. Blood welled up, filling her mouth with a metallic tang. Unable to bear the pain, she bent her index finger and bit down on that instead. Taeyang tapped her clit with his thumb—tap-tap—while caressing her lower belly with the rest of his fingers. He immediately frowned at the coarse texture of her pubic hair. Personal tastes varied, of course, but he preferred a bald pussy, so this was a bit disappointing. She could have at least trimmed it neatly. To him, it felt completely unkempt.
Taeyang whispered to Seoa.
"Go get fully waxed right after work today. From now on, the only hair on your body is on your head."
Already out of her mind with pleasure, Seoa could only nod frantically, still biting her finger. For her, this was more than welcome news. It meant this wasn't a one-time fling—they had something ongoing. But the next demand made even her flinch for a moment.
"And no more underwear. Top and bottom, obviously."
She didn't have a boyfriend anyway, and she wasn't the type to hit the public baths often, so waxing was doable. But going without underwear? That was... Still, her conflicted thoughts didn't last. Taeyang pinched her clit hard, as if demanding an answer. He rubbed his thumb and index finger rapidly, rolling the sensitive nub between them.
"Got it?"
"Y-Yes! Yes! Hnngh!"
Seoa nodded like a maniac, stifling her moans. If it meant feeling this again, she'd walk around naked, not just without underwear.
"Good girl."
Satisfied with her response, Taeyang glanced toward the front of the bus. Should be fine now. With his free hand, he roughly kneaded one of her breasts.
"Hnnngaaah...!"
Seoa gasped for breath, biting her finger so hard it felt like it might snap. Drool spilled from between her parted lips. At the same time, she hit her climax, squirting her juices forcefully and soaking Taeyang's hand. Even through it all, her hand never stopped stroking his cock. Thanks to that, he was starting to struggle to hold back himself. He pulled his hand back to undo his belt.
But...
[Next stop...]
"Damn."
It was just getting fun, but this was already his stop. Ten minutes had flown by somehow.
"No helping it. This is where I get off."
Taeyang grabbed his bag and stood up. He gave a quick wave and headed toward the front—or tried to.
"Um..."
Seoa reached out and grabbed his sleeve. Looking up at him, her eyes brimmed with tears. Only then did Taeyang really take in her face: the slightly downturned eyes, full red lips, and the tiny mole by her eye. She stirred a mix of protective instinct and the urge to torment her with her subtle allure. Her breasts hidden under the suit weren't huge, but by his standards, they passed with flying colors.
Her speech had naturally shifted back to polite honorifics as she asked timidly,
"Can't you skip school today?"
As she spoke, she leaned forward just enough to flash her cleavage—an blatant invitation to fuck. But Taeyang just smiled and patted her head.
"See you tomorrow."
His gentle but firm refusal left Seoa no choice but to let go of his sleeve. Their dynamic was clear: he was the dominant one. Pushing it would probably end even this relationship.
"...Okay."
Seoa got off the bus in a daze, staring at Taeyang's retreating figure disappearing into the distance at the stop. The bus pulled away before she knew it, and he was out of sight. She blinked for a moment, wondering if it had all been a dream. She pinched her cheek.
"Ow!"
It hurt. So it was real. Staring blankly at her open palm, she couldn't believe she'd been gripping his cock just minutes ago. Tentatively, she stuck out her tongue. The tip inched toward her hand.
"Hnnngh!"
A trickle of fresh nectar leaked out. Could she even focus at work today?
After their brief bus rendezvous, Taeyang arrived at school. He slipped in through the back door of the classroom and called out to Ahyeon, who was huddled in the far back corner chatting with her friends.
"Ahyeon~"
Their eyes met, and he flashed a grin, giving a casual wave. "Taeyang!" She sprang up from her seat and threw herself into his arms. They'd parted just twenty hours ago after walking home together yesterday, but she acted like long-lost family reuniting. Beaming, Ahyeon grabbed his arm and yanked him close, deliberately pressing her chest against him so his arm sank into her cleavage.
"Hurry up and sit! Here! Right here!"
Taeyang chuckled, set his bag down, and took the seat. Normally, the chair left untouched overnight would feel chilly, but surprisingly, it was still warm. As if reading his mind, Ahyeon hopped back onto the desk, crossed her legs, and swung her feet playfully.
She grinned confidently. "I warmed it up for you so your butt wouldn't get cold."
Her legs slid over, resting on his thighs this time. Her feet wiggled against him. Leaning down to meet his eyes, she smiled. "Did I do good?"
"Yeah, yeah."
Taeyang praised her as he grabbed her legs, massaging her ankles firmly like a pro. He didn't forget to lightly trace her ankle bones and Achilles tendon between kneads.
"Haht... Unngh...!"
Eyes half-closed in bliss, Ahyeon let out happy moans. The cool relief spreading from her feet was nice, but what made it perfect was Taeyang doing it himself. Everything from him was pure ecstasy for her. Honestly, even the socks she wore were just getting in the way of feeling his touch. She wanted to rip them off right then, but as a good pet, she knew her boundaries. Only Taeyang could decide when to put on or take off her clothes—or socks.
Her face flushed deeper. If they weren't at school... No, that didn't matter anymore. With his permission, she'd strip naked in a heartbeat, shedding these annoying clothes. Knowing she couldn't, she whined cutely. "Do the top ones toooo..."
"Sure."
His hand moved up her legs at her request. "If you ask nicely, I'll do it."
From her soft, callus-free soles to her slender calves, Taeyang massaged every inch thoroughly, just as she wanted. Even in the middle of the classroom, no one complained about the absurd scene—just stole glances. The guys avoided looking altogether, as if it were something forbidden. Only a few of Ahyeon's friends, who'd been chatting moments ago, watched openly.
It was only natural, given Ahyeon's status at school.
Someone grumbled nearby. "Ugh, they're dripping honey over there."
"So freaking jealous. Why don't I have a boyfriend?"
"Want me to fetch a mirror?"
"I'll kill you. For real."
Hearing her friends' jealous gripes only egged her on. Ahyeon slid off the desk and climbed straight onto Taeyang's lap. She nuzzled her cheek against his shoulder. Her friends whistled at the even bolder display.
"Gonna fuck right here in the classroom at this rate?"
But Taeyang and Ahyeon, lost in their own world, ignored the teasing envy. She asked him,
"So, how was your date with Moonbyeol?"
"Great."
"Good. Nothing fun happen between you two?"
"Nothing major..."
Scratching his cheek thoughtfully, Taeyang recounted yesterday's events. They shared nearly every detail of their lives anyway—no secrets here. Ahyeon listened intently, eyes sparkling.