Chapter 29 - Osgaki (2)
They call the time when crowds flock in and all traffic gets jammed rush hour, right? It sure as hell looked like a battlefield. Comparing it to the wars back in my hometown felt pretty shitty, but after seeing this chaos, I couldn't help nodding in agreement.
Yeah, the Status Window Forced View definitely said Song Eun-hye doesn't have her own car and takes the bus or subway.
I kept digging for any other useful info, but all I found was her home address and hobbies—nothing particularly helpful. Oh, there was a lot about her little brother, though. More than about her parents, even. Guess they were really close. It's a shame I'm the one exploiting that.
Takes the subway, gets off at the station, then heads to a coffee shop.
And not one of those machine-brewed places—her hobby is sitting in an old-school cafe where humans hand-make the coffee, reading books for hours. If I go there, I can make contact with Song Eun-hye in no time.
No time to waste. I hopped on the subway straight to her usual cafe.
Damn, there are way too many people.
With a population in the billions crammed into this tiny strip of land, is gridlock traffic just inevitable? Packed in like sardines, I barely managed to grab a vertical pole to steady myself amid the crush.
Hoo, and the AC is total shit in this heat... Fucking eco-freaks and their environmental policies, huh? Goddamn it.
It wasn't even that hot today—a nice cool day—but with all these bodies, sweat poured down anyway. At least the AC pumped out some chilly air, or I'd have suffocated.
As I got shoved around limply by people's arms and legs,
"...Ugh!"
Something brushed my ass. Fingers kneading my cheek flesh, rub-a-dub-rub.
Startled, I froze up like a cat spotting a cucumber.
Fuck, a groper?
In this peaceful sector, where even a boy like me wandering at night wouldn't get kidnapped, they have subway molesters? I glanced back to check the woman's face harassing me.
"Heh heh..."
Holy shit. She looked exactly like the image I'd imagined. I'd figured any woman groping a small boyish guy like me on the subway would look the same, and bam—prejudice confirmed. Dark circles under her eyes, black bob cut. Like some 1970s goth cosplayer. Her outfit matched perfectly: purple and black tones. Her face? Pretty enough, like all the women I'd met so far. Wipe off the dark circles, and she'd turn heads.
Maybe just let her grope.
A little touching? Whatever. Face isn't bad. Eyes bloodshot with excitement is gross and creepy, but hey, I'm a guy—I can overlook it. Not like some homo whining about being touched.
"Hoo, hoo..."
"..."
I stood there silent, not resisting. The molester let out creepy breaths and wormed closer through the crowd, sticking to me like a cicada on pine bark, enveloping my small frame in hers.
What a type.
Panting huff-huff-huff from her mouth, she groped me everywhere: ass, thighs, waist, belly, chest—creepy fingers trailing over it all.
"Fuckin' pretty boy slut... You love getting fucked by women already, huh? Haa, haa... So goddamn soft, fuck, wanna rape you so bad..."
Seeing me stay still gave her confidence; she got bolder. This wasn't what I expected... She wouldn't grab my dick here, right? This bitch is a total perv... Thought she'd stop after a bit, but nope.
Starting to feel pissed. Time to end this?
"Huh? Fuck, you're not a virgin, are ya? Huh? Speak up. That's why your ass twitches when I touch it. You fuckin' slut..."
"P-please, stop now..."
"Nah. Get off at the next stop. I'll jerk you off proper in the bathroom."
"No, wait, don't tou—mmph!"
"Fuck that. Gonna do it right here. You goddamn normie freak..."
She shoved her hand down my pants. Cold fingers wrapped straight around my cock. Left hand teasing the shaft while her right clamped my mouth shut, muffling any cries.
"Mmph..."
"Holy fuck, what the hell... A goddamn club in your pants..."
"Mmmph!"
"Stay still, you fuckin' pretty boy slut... Fuck, I could rape you right here."
This woman was using the crowd to pin me helpless and jack me off! I struggled late, but my body was locked—couldn't do shit. My stupid ass didn't react fast enough, and now this.
"Here goes..."
Slap-slap-slap-slap—her left hand, fingers fully gripping, pumped up and down fast. Each stroke whistled air, the sound growing louder.
The subway was a noisy zoo with chatter everywhere, but the slap-slap-slap cut through, filling the car.
"Mmmph!"
"Your cock's fuckin' huge, seriously... Fuckin' slut..."
Slap-slap-slap-slap—zero mercy in her strokes. Min Eunjeong or Park Seyeon at least showed some lustful desire. Objectively, kinda understandable. But this bitch? No pleasure for her—just pure torment. Compared to them, her malice was on another level.
"Mmmph, w-wait, can't cum here..."
Slap-slap-slap-slap. I begged in a voice ready to cry. She didn't stop, hell-bent on milking sticky, stinky cum onto her hand. That slender grip tickled my spine like a feather on edge—my hypersensitive cock throbbed wildly with each wave of pleasure, and she jacked harder to exploit it.
"Hnnngh!"
Spurt-spurt-spuuurt. Couldn't hold back—I blew my load all over this stranger's hand. And broadcast live to every woman in the car...
"Finally came, you fuckin' slut... Get off at the next stop. I'll put that dick to good use in the bathroom. Slurp, haa..."
The molester licked the cum off her hand and whispered in my ear.
This fuckin' bitch... Fine, I'll get off. You'll regret it for life.
This dog of a whore, humiliating me like this. Tears welled up as I swore revenge.
Just then, amid my burning rage, a cold voice cut clearly from somewhere.
"I got the whole thing on video."
A woman's voice pierced the crowd. I whipped around to find her.
"Already reported to the police... You should get off at the next stop."
"W-wait! What'd you say?"
Awkward pronunciation, mechanical tone—like a glitchy machine. But still, a clear feminine voice. How'd she film my assault through this human wave? And why not help sooner if she could?
"You're a sex offender."
She shoved through the crowd, face peeking out. I knew her. That icy gaze, silver bob...
Song Eun-hye.
Heard she took public transit, but not that I'd run into her here. Stunned, I stared blankly.
Come to think of it, she just filmed my assault and let it happen. What kind of hero does that?
"N-no, this is..."
The groper stammered excuses, but the video sealed her fate.
"Shit!"
She spat one curse—then dissolved into mist like fog.
A superhuman!
She had a unique ability? Phasing through the floor like a ghost, gone.
"Lost her."
Even letting a criminal—villain?—slip away right in front of her, Song Eun-hye showed no emotion. Guess she lacks that hero sense of duty. Emotionally numb?
Anyway, ended up owing Song Eun-hye one.
That groper was a powered freak. Status Window Forced View missed the danger, but if she'd dragged me to the bathroom, I'd be dead.
"You, get off at the next stop. Police are waiting."
"Uh, I..."
Opportunity. A chance to talk to her—perfect timing.
Normal modern guys might bawl over the assault, but I'm different. Turn crisis into opportunity.
"Later, then."
She melted back into the crowd like it wasn't her problem. Heroic attitude? Doubt it.
Tch, was gonna thank her and head straight to a motel. Shame. Hoo, gotta clean up first...
Too much shit at once? Exhausted, I leaned on the pole and closed my eyes.
"Why's the navigation app so goddamn complicated these days..."
Why verify identity just to find a route? And solve quadratic equations on a calculator in 10 seconds? What the fuck?
At least I made it on time without getting lost.
In this automated cafe era, human baristas are rare—so asking directions worked.
Here it is.
Cafe Sunny Side Up. They serve fried eggs or what? Weird name.
I peeked through the window. About six customers—mostly empty. Human-brewed coffee can't beat machines, so people skip these spots.
Plus the vibe is... 21st century? Who designed this dated crap?
Patrons were mostly grandparents. Spotting Song Eun-hye wouldn't be hard.
"Alright."
I flung open the door hard and strode in. Eyes flicked to me briefly, but I ignored them, heading to a dim corner not visible from the window.
"..."
There she was, as expected. Even with my blatant stare, she didn't glance up—kinda mysterious.
"Excuse me?"
"..."
No reaction. To pull aggro, had to go provocative.
"Sex."
"...?"
"Seeeex."
Song Eun-hye set her book down and finally looked at me.
"Finally looking my way, huh."
I grinned.