Two Rabbits (6)
On the way out of the health center toward the station.
Lee Se-yeon was silent. She just stared straight ahead as she walked.
But her every nerve was blatantly focused on me walking ahead—even the most oblivious person could tell.
Glance, glance.
Every time I felt her gaze, the hairs on the back of my neck prickled.
What the hell is she scheming?
So far, she hadn't done anything suspicious. We'd made it into the station without issue.
The platform was fairly crowded.
It was that awkward time just before lunch, but the flow of people commuting between sectors in this Seoul metropolis was always overflowing.
"……."
"……."
A brief silence stretched between us.
I glanced down at her casually.
White blouse, black H-line skirt, topped with a loose long cardigan.
Seeing her in plain clothes instead of her usual doctor's coat felt strangely unfamiliar.
More than that.
The smell.
Her scent had changed. Before, it was just antiseptic and cool fabric softener.
Now, a subtly sweet fruity aroma was mixed in. The source was obvious, of course….
Did she seriously not shower before coming out?
She looked like the germaphobe type, which made it all the more surprising—an unexpected side to her. But the thought didn't last long.
Rumble—
The train pulled in with a vibration.
"Let's board."
The doors opened, and people poured out. She slipped inside amid the rush, swept along onto the train.
The interior was packed. No seats, of course, crammed full of standing passengers.
"This way." "Ah."
Lee Se-yeon grabbed my arm and wormed into an empty spot. An instinctive move to avoid the crowd.
Normally, the guy would lead, but… she was a full-fledged magical girl. I got shoved to the corner opposite the doors, with her blocking in front of me.
Clunk—
Screech….
The train lurched into motion. Our bodies swayed with the inertia.
"Ugh."
Lee Se-yeon lost her balance and pitched forward into my chest. I reflexively grabbed the handrail to steady us.
Thud.
Her shoulder and breasts bumped against my solar plexus.
"Sorry." "No, it's fine… uh, Team Leader?"
She didn't pull away. Using the rocking train as an excuse, she slyly gripped my shirt hem and leaned into me.
What the hell is this?
This was getting genuinely disconcerting.
Lee Se-yeon wasn't particularly tall. The top of her head barely reached my chin.
She tilted her head up. Those hollow, dead-fish eyes stared up at me from point-blank range.
"Crowded, huh." "…Yeah." "Uncomfortable?" "Nah. Better than rush hour."
The corner of Lee Se-yeon's mouth twitched up slightly.
"Good. I feel… a bit stifled."
She fidgeted. In the tight space, her thigh brushed and pressed against mine repeatedly.
Clunk, clunk.
In rhythm with the train's sway, her body ground against me blatantly.
Once could be an accident, but repeated like this? And she was a magical girl, no less?
This is deliberate too.
Not incidental contact.
She was intentionally pressing her body against mine!
The warmth seeping through her blouse. And that fishy-sweet scent from earlier wafted over strongly.
One thing was clear: Lee Se-yeon wasn't acting normal right now.
Time to check.
I fiddled with the smartphone in my pocket. Gripping the handrail with one hand, I pulled out the phone with the other.
"What're you doing?"
Lee Se-yeon asked. Her gaze flicked to the screen.
"Oh, just an urgent message."
I casually shielded the screen and launched the app.
> GPS locked: Train in motion
> Nearest target: Overlapping (Lee Se-yeon)
A single red dot, closest to me—practically overlapping.
[Loading...]
Clunk!
The train jolted hard. Lee Se-yeon's hand clamped onto my waist. Her grip dug into my shirt like nails.
"Careful. You'll fall."
She whispered. Her breath tickled my neck.
[Loading Complete]
I checked the screen. And froze.
What?
I rubbed my eyes in disbelief.
Corruption Desire: Jeong Ji-un.
No mistake. Just a few days ago, it had been [Voyeurism]. Watching others' depravity—that was the root desire driving her to ruin.
But now.
It's changed to my name?
Why? What did I even do?
I hadn't used the 'Desire Modification' ability yet—the cooldown hadn't reset.
Last time was turning Jin Se-hee into a witch. So this wasn't my doing. Which meant….
It shifted naturally?
Was that even possible? Could a corruption desire change that easily?
Then the train rocked again. People surged toward us en masse.
"Ugh!"
The pressure of a packed subway. Pushed like dominoes, I slammed back against the rear door.
My back hit the cold glass. Lee Se-yeon was still in front of me.
"……."
Her hands braced my waist. The crowd pressing from behind crushed her full body flush against mine without a gap.
Squish.
Her breasts mashed into my solar plexus. Her leg wedged between my thighs, lower belly to lower belly.
Too close. I could feel her breath under my chin.
"…Team Leader, you okay?"
I tried to pull back as much as possible and asked. But she showed no sign of moving away.
"Bit crowded. Hang in there—just a bit longer."
Her hand stroked my side. Not just for balance.
This woman right now….
Chills ran down my spine.
"Jeong Ji-un."
She stood on tiptoe and whispered in my ear.
"Yes." "About last night." "……."
"Noisy all night…."
That was on purpose, for you to see.
Wait a sec.
Bringing it up now….
Blackmail. Her corruption desire had shifted overnight, so mere voyeurism no longer satisfied her urges.
"Saw it all. From start to finish. What you did to that woman. How she fell apart."
You set it up yourself!
"So, where'd you hide that monstrous thing…?"
Slide.
Her right hand slipped downward. From my side to my hip. Then to the inside of my thigh.
"…Team Leader, we're in public." "I know. So stay still. Make a fuss, and you'll be the one in trouble."
Her hand reached my crotch.
Twitch. My body stiffened.
Through the thin suit pants, the sensation of her fingers was stark. She pressed her palm down, locating my cock like she was confirming its position.
"Found it."
She let out a small laugh.
Crazy bitch. With all these people around.
The guy right next to us was dozing with earbuds in; the schoolgirl in front was glued to her phone. No one paid us any mind. Taking advantage of that indifference, Lee Se-yeon boldly started kneading my dick.
Squeeze, rub.
"Ngh…."
I barely swallowed a groan.
"What? Feels good?" "Get your… hand off." "Or what?"
Ignoring me, she raked her nails along the shaft.
The fabric of my pants stretched taut. The dead weight between my legs twitched to life.
"Oh? It's growing."
Her eyes curved into crescents.
"Perverted as expected. Mouth says no, but your body's honest."
"It's just a physiological—"
"Shh."
She pressed her index finger to my lips.
"Excuses don't fly. I see everything."
Clunk!
The train shook again. She used the momentum to burrow deeper into me.
Her bag became a shield between us. Beneath it, her hand sought my zipper.
Ziiiip.
A small sound, but it thundered in my ears.
"Are you insane? What the hell are you—"
She seized my wrist. B-grade magical girl strength. Even a healer type was no joke to resist.
Goddamn it.
Helpless. The zipper parted, underwear yanked down.
Cool air hit, then her warm hand dove straight onto bare skin.
Grip.
Hnngh.
I sucked in a breath. She clutched my cock tight.
"Wow…."
A gasp escaped her. Feeling it swell to fill her hand, she stroked slowly up and down.
"Really… big. Even bigger than it looked."
Her fingers traced the bulging veins. Her thumb rubbed the mushroomed head.
"These ridges… real. Gross."
She rested her forehead on my chest. But her hand raged furiously inside my pants.
Squelch… schlick….
Pre-cum leaked, slicking everything. She used it as lube to pump the shaft.
"So hot." "Ugh…." "Feel that pulse? Throb, throb."
She giggled.
"No wonder Min Seo-yu lost her mind. Shoved full of this monster."
A blunder. But I felt unjustly wronged. Who could've predicted her corruption desire flipping on its own?
Too late to play dumb now—the situation was too far gone. Her corruption desire level was already mid-80s from last night.
And the result? Here, in public, sexually assaulted by my boss.
Schlick—schlick—schlick—
Her strokes quickened. She rubbed the tip in her palm, tapped the slit with her nail.
"Already drooling here."
"Team Leader, stop now… ngh, gonna cum." "Cum then. Who's stopping you?"
She looked up. Eyes glazed. Lips smirking.
"Bet it'd be fun cumming here. Pants soaked… reeking, everyone staring."
"……"
"Doesn't that turn you on? Jeong Ji-un."
The limit. My patience, and the throbbing beast in my pants ready to burst.
Her handiwork was relentless. Palm pressing the head, smearing the leaking pre-cum like she savored it.
But just as I teetered on the edge, her touch vanished like a lie.
"Don't wanna cum? Then a condition."
"……?"
"Your hand."
She nodded at my right hand, dangling awkwardly in the air.
"Put it in." "Pardon?" "Under my skirt. Now."
Crazy bitch. She's lost it.
"Place is packed. CCTV too…."
"Doesn't matter. My bag and body block the view. I'll mask the smell."
She pressed her hip harder into my groin.
"Hurry."
Her hand resumed, faster, more intense. Thumb scraping the sensitive underside, fingers sliding down the shaft.
Sluuuurp….
"Ngh…!" "Do it, or I'll make you blow here."
Her expression was dead serious.
Absurd. If she did, it wouldn't end like this.
I gritted my teeth and shook my head.
"N-no thanks." "Hmph, no fun…."
Her brow furrowed. Those usual dead-fish eyes sparked with emotion. Pouting lips, puffed cheeks.
Sulky.
A far cry from her usual cold, creepy medical team leader—like a girlfriend throwing a tantrum.
But beneath that cute act, her handjob was vicious.
"Guess no choice then." "What—"
"Punishment time."
Schlick… schlick-schlick… splurt….
No more slow, sticky teasing. She wrapped her palm fully around my monstrous shaft and pistoned furiously up and down.
Too fast. A B-grade magical girl's physique wasted on a handjob.
"W-wait…! Team Leader! Nngh!" "Shh. Noise gets you caught."
Calmly burying her face in my chest, she wrist-flicked me into oblivion.
Slap… slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!
Thumb crushing the slick head, nails raking the veiny shaft, ramping the stimulation.
My legs trembled.
We'll get caught. Social suicide.
"S-stop… please…!" "Don't wanna? Cum already. Blast it all over my hand."
Schlick! Splurt! Schlick!
The end. My poison-swollen cock ballooned, ready to erupt. The slit tingled with uncontrollable surge.
Ugh, cumming…!
Spurt-spurt-spuuuurt!
Inner thigh muscles spasmed, hauling semen up from deep in my gut.
Spluuurt! Spuuuurtle! Splaaash!
Hot. Thick, sticky ropes gushed out in volume way beyond normal.
Blurt! Bluuub! Bluubuuuble!
My balls emptied wave after wave, filling her palm to overflowing.
One shot, two, three… endless.