Semen as Evidence in Hell Train
'What the hell is this guy's deal...'
The molester was filming a video even as I milked out his semen without a hint of resistance. No matter how you sliced it, this wasn't normal. Sure, a normal guy wouldn't grope in the first place, but to stay this chill while the woman fought back to report him...
'No way he's got some crazy backing?'
Like a chaebol heir or a judge for a buddy? The thought crossed my mind, but it didn't add up. Someone from that kind of family wouldn't be molesting in this hellish packed train—they could just drag any girl off and have their fun without issue.
"Slurp, mmph, chup, chuup, mmph, haaah..."
Even as those thoughts raced through my head, I desperately sucked his cock. The cheap, slutty sounds of me fawning over it echoed through the train car loud enough to turn heads. A few passengers seemed to react to the weird noises and glance our way, but in this sardine-can crowd, no one could get a clear look. Plus, with me kneeling on the floor, it was hard to see anyway.
"Chuk, smooch♡, slurrrp, chu, haaah♡"
I hollowed my cheeks into the dumbest, trashiest expression, servicing his cock like a pro. Sure, the goal was to fill my mouth with cum and report this bastard... but he might be guilty, but his dick sure wasn't. No way could I half-ass a blowjob on a magnificent beast like this. Even without experience, I knew the basics—no teeth, right? I was careful not to graze him, pouring every ounce of focus into a vacuum-tight suck that pulled him deep.
"...Hoo."
Maybe my devotion got to him—the guy who'd been silently filming finally reacted.
"Chuup...♡"
I matched his response with an even stupider face, ramping up the intensity. Him filming meant he was watching my face from above. Men were visual creatures, and I knew that better than anyone. A haughty-looking girl on her knees in public, lavishing his cock with care? With a face this whorish? How could he hold back?
"Mmmph...!"
"Mmph?!"
Unable to take my earnest service, he suddenly grabbed my head with one hand and yanked me in. I couldn't resist as my face buried in his crotch, waiting for his load.
"Grrk, hngh..."
Pulled tight, that thick, long shaft stabbed down my throat, but he didn't care. Then it twitched deep inside—he's about to cum. I realized it and tried to pull back...
"Here it comes...!"
But thick ropes—spurt, spurt—flooded my throat first, ravaging it.
"Kehk, kekk, heuk..."
His orgasm was intense and endless. Seconds of it poured straight down, leaving me unable to breathe as I swallowed it all helplessly.
Even after he finished, he kept my head pinned, cock stuffed in. With it pressing so hard, the cum in my throat started backing up into my nose.
"Glk, grrk..."
Feeling like I'd die, I tapped his leg frantically, and only then did he let go.
"Heuk, hek, heee, haa, huu..."
I gaped my mouth wide, gulping air thick with the scent of semen. That fishy, musky male stench invaded my nostrils with every breath. Dazed, still clutching his leg, I realized some leftover cum had dribbled out—right onto his shoe.
"You shitty bastard..."
I whispered it low enough not to carry to others but loud for him. He pocketed his phone, stroked my hair. No real urge to dodge, I leaned into it while studying his face.
First impression... decent-looking. Kinda like the type I'd vaguely called my ideal? Handsome enough, manly enough? Okay. Face memorized.
No need to stare longer. I'd report him later anyway.
But first, for the report, I needed my mouth full of cum... Problem was, he'd blown straight down my throat—nothing left in my mouth.
"Slurp..."
Still kneeling, I dipped my head to lick the cum off his shoe. But that wasn't enough to fill up.
'Gonna need seconds...'
I glanced up at his cock—still rock-hard and healthy. But then, unexpectedly, he started pulling up his pants.
"Huh? Wait—"
I blurted in shock, trying to stop him, but he was stronger. His dick vanished back inside.
'Now I can't report him...'
After all that service, reeking of cum with every breath, and I couldn't even hold any in my mouth.
"G-give me your cock..."
I pleaded, looking up desperately. Purely for the report, of course. Needed the cum to prove it. But he was firm, brushing off my hands and hauling me to my feet.
That's when I saw it—the puddle where I'd knelt. Not cum. My own pussy juices, drooling everywhere...
"Eek..."
"Want more?"
His whisper tickled my ear amid the humiliation. Of course I didn't—but for the report...
"...Yeah."
He'd bolt if I admitted the truth. So I played along.
Decision made, time passed, and we got off at his stop. No clue where, but he said he had a place in mind, so I followed.
"Here?"
"Yeah."
A men's room in a park. People wandered outside, yet he dragged me here. Definitely not right in the head.
"Stand right here."
He headed into a stall, so I tried to follow—no other spot to do it. But he opened the door and stood just in front, positioning me right there. So if someone walked in, he'd be hidden, but I'd be exposed dead to rights.
"H-here?!"
I stammered, but his answer was firm. Fine, whatever. As long as I got cum in my mouth, I could claim he blackmailed me even if caught.
"Hoo... okay."
"Oh, first things first."
His demands didn't stop. Strip naked and film a video saying it was all my idea—spreading my pussy by the urinal, spilling my full name and everything.
Whatever. No court would buy that as evidence. Korea favored women anyway. As long as no hypnosis app was involved.
"O-okay, got it."
I stripped quick, handing him my clothes—I didn't want them on the filthy floor, even if clean. Squatting by the urinal, I awkwardly spread my legs wide, baring my pussy. He raised his phone; a ding signaled recording.
"H-hello... I'm Lee Sebin, first-year at XX School. Everything I'm about to do is my own choice, and I take full responsibility..."
Ding—the video ended. I reached for my clothes, but he stopped me.
"Don't dress. Suck it naked."
"What? Anyone who walks in sees me buck-naked!"
"It's the men's room—girl in here is weird already. Besides, your pussy's flooding, and you're still yapping."
"Ugh..."
My pussy was wet, sure, but what could I do? Lee Sebin had exhibitionism baked in. Couldn't exactly explain that.
No big resistance—I knelt nude before his cock.
"Suck it...?"
"Do what you want."
He started filming again. Why bother? This footage would bury him if I reported. Shaking off the thought, I undid his belt. Already swollen, his cock sprang from his pants and panties, lightly slapping my cheek.
"Jeez..."
Muttering, I planted a second kiss on the tip.
"Haaah...♡"
The owner was the worst, but the cock? Top-tier. It felt even bigger as I took it in, that thought lingering.