Chapter 29
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 29
Chapter Title: Date with Mi-so
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As soon as we stepped out of the apartment grounds, we stood side by side at the nearby bus stop.
Mi-so really meant to take the bus. I was genuinely impressed that she even knew how to use public transportation.
"It's here."
And Mi-so hopped onto the first bus that pulled up to the stop.
Come to think of it, I hadn't even asked where we were going or what we planned to do. Where the hell does this bus go?
"Two people!"
Mi-so shouted at the top of her lungs as she boarded. Every passenger on the bus turned to stare at us in an instant.
Oh god. Just five minutes out of the house, and I already wanted to crawl back home.
Mi-so grabbed my wrist—which I'd been pretending had nothing to do with her—and yanked me aboard.
"I've always wanted to try this, Oppa!"
"Yeah, yeah. Have fun."
She was ridiculously excited, like there was no tomorrow.
Taking a bus and she's this thrilled?
"Oppa, doesn't shouting 'two people!' and boarding together feel super romantic?"
"Yeah, yeah. Totally romantic."
Mi-so's got such a rich imagination.
Then again, I'm the type who gets emotional over a tumbling leaf.
"Oppa, we're transferring at the next stop."
"Transferring? Where to?"
"Where? I didn't really pick a destination. I just wanna try transferring, y'know."
"...And that's fun?"
"Yep."
"Fine... If you think it's fun..."
I had a mountain of things I wanted to say, but I swallowed them all. If she's having fun, what could I do?
"Oppa! Next up, the subway!"
"Yeah, yeah..."
After experiencing a bus transfer, Mi-so and I headed to the nearest subway station.
"Oppa, you know subways don't do the 'two people!' thing? That's bus-only."
"Yeah... I knew that."
We descended to the subway platform together.
No destination this time either. Riding the subway was the whole point.
"Oppa, hold onto the corner here for me."
Once we boarded, Mi-so started making her usual weird requests.
The classic scenario where a guy shields a girl from the crowd in a packed subway so she doesn't bump into anyone. Something you see in old dramas or comics. Guess Mi-so picked it up somewhere.
"It's not even that crowded right now..."
"Hurry~."
"Sigh... Fine."
Of course, pulling that off in an empty subway just felt pointless.
As I trapped Mi-so between my arms, a female passenger watching from the side clicked her tongue and moved away.
But Mi-so just grinned happily, like it was the best thing ever.
Well, if Mi-so's satisfied...
"So, where to this time?"
No real plan, probably. She'd get bored soon and want to get off.
But instead of answering, Mi-so put a finger to her lips over her mask, signaling silence.
And then...
"...!"
I quickly figured out why. Her empty hand had snuck over and started stroking my crotch.
The sensual touch through my clothes made my dick start hardening, even in a public place like this.
I couldn't hide my panic and whispered in protest.
"Jin Mi-so, what the hell are you doing?!"
"What?"
I glanced around, paranoid someone might see. Luckily, most passengers were dozing or glued to their phones.
People weren't paying as much attention as I'd feared.
That didn't make it safe, though. The risk was way too high for a casual prank.
"I'm serious, cut it out. What if we get caught? You wanna get busted for public indecency?"
"Then I'd really have to stop."
Her eyes curved into crescents behind her sunglasses.
"Jin Mi-so. Keep talking like that and...?"
I wanted to scold her for saying she'd stop so easily. But with my dick standing at attention, what dignity would I have left?
"...I'm telling you, no. If you make me stain my clothes, the whole date's ruined."
Knowing Mi-so, telling her to stop wouldn't work. I could only hope she'd get bored and quit on her own.
I half-pleaded, but she ignored me completely.
Damn it. Even now, my dick throbbed traitorously.
"Oppa, that lady from before noticed."
The woman who'd clicked her tongue earlier was glaring at us with a twisted scowl.
We're 100% busted.
For some reason—maybe Mi-so's vibe rubbing off—the anxiety faded into a whatever-happens-happens shrug.
"Feels like we're caught. She's staring right at us."
"I know. I'm doing it where she can see."
For a second, I wondered if Mi-so was sane.
"Are you nuts? What if she recognizes you?"
"No way we'll get caught. Don't worry."
"Even if not now, what if she reports us? Station staff might show up at the next stop."
Looking back, the woman was fiddling with her smartphone, face grim. Maybe texting a report to the subway line.
Female idol arrested for public indecency on the subway. How absurd would that headline be?
"You're right... Oppa, let's bolt at the next stop."
"...Yeah. Good plan."
And until the next station, Mi-so kept rubbing my dick without tiring.
Not enough to make me cum, but just enough to keep me rock-hard.
So when the train stopped, I had to step off proudly pitching a tent.
"Oppa, run!"
Mi-so grabbed my wrist and bolted down the platform. With my raging hard-on, I could only stumble after her.
"I wanna die..."
Finally escaping the danger zone, I collapsed on a bench and covered my face with both hands.
"Oppa, cheer up. You'll start enjoying it once you get used to it."
"Never gonna happen."
God knows how many people saw my pathetic bulge on that run. At least my face was covered—that was my only consolation.
"Gotta change clothes."
Photos and videos of 'Line 2 Pervert Guy' were probably spreading already. No way I could wander around like this.
"Should we? I'll buy 'em for you, Oppa!"
"...Thanks."
I ducked into a clothing store in the subway mall right in front of us.
Grabbed the first outfit that caught my eye, checked the size, and headed straight to the fitting room.
"Ehh~ Oppa, buying from a place like this? There's a department store upstairs. Let's go there."
"The shopkeeper'll hear. Keep your voice down. And don't follow me in."
Mi-so strolled into the fitting room like it was nothing. She was holding clothes to change into, too.
"Why hide between us, Oppa? The owner'll just think we're a couple."
Right. My mistake for expecting common sense from you.
In the cramped fitting room, our bodies bumped inevitably as we changed.
...No, this was on purpose.
Mi-so stripped while pressing closer and closer. Trying to avoid her, I got backed into the corner.
"...Jin Mi-so. Mind giving me space to get dressed?"
"Huh? What?"
She played innocent with a cheeky grin.
Then she spread her arms and made her usual demand.
"Oppa, hug me."
I was down to my underwear. Mi-so was just in her bra up top.
I had plenty to say. Like we can't do this here, or the owner'll get suspicious if we take too long.
But Mi-so wouldn't stop no matter what I said.
After wrestling with it, I decided going along was the best option.
"Mmm~♡"
Mi-so let out a pleased hum as I pulled her tight. Hope no one heard outside.
Our slightly sweaty skin from the run stuck perfectly together.
"Oppa. Hear my heartbeat?"
"Yeah. Loud and clear."
She whispered in my ear. Her pounding heart washed away the anxiety and tension building all day.
And that's when I realized her quirky demands were for my sake. This hug was Mi-so's way of easing my stress.
"...Thanks."
"Huh? For what?"
I kissed her forehead—still feigning ignorance—and let go.
"Oppa, you're hard again? Want me to take care of it here?"
"...Guess I jumped the gun."
"On what?"
I tuned her out as best I could, hurriedly changed, and stepped out.
"We'll wear 'em out."
"Sure~ One sec. Let me remove the tags."
After a short wait, Mi-so emerged in her new outfit too.
A light shirt and denim hot pants. It really brought out her vibrant energy.
Mi-so looks good in anything when she's got style.
"Ooh! As expected of my Oppa. You rock anything."
"'Anything'? Come on."
I'd thought the same, but you don't say it out loud.
Out of the store, Mi-so dragged me along with her endless energy.
Our station had a department store, so naturally, that's where we headed next.
A department store. Not my scene—too many people for an introvert like me.
Luckily, it was morning, so it wasn't crowded.
"Oppa, there's a movie theater inside. You knew?"
"No kidding. Department stores are wild."
I was already wiped out, barely mustering a response.
"Have you ever been to a theater, Oppa?"
"Nah. First time."
"Yes!"
Mi-so celebrated by spinning in place two and a half times.
That thrilled over my boring cultural life?
"So, what should we watch? Anything you wanna see, Oppa?"
"Dunno. God of Songs seems safe."
God of Songs was a blockbuster domestic hit nearing ten million viewers.
Neither of us watched many movies, so something mainstream fit.
"Hmm... I'm picking this one!"
Mi-so chose a foreign film called Intimate Secrets.
As the title suggested, it was rated for adults only. The poster alone screamed what kind of movie it was.
"...Mi-so."
"Two tickets for Intimate Secrets, please!"
Before I could say a word, Mi-so marched boldly to the counter.
But she hit an unexpected snag.
"Yes, two for Intimate Secrets. Could I see some ID?"
"ID?"
Mi-so panicked and glanced at me.
Like I had any bright ideas.
Mi-so was legally an adult and could watch anything.
But flashing ID would blow her cover to the ticket seller at least.
The clerk might not be an idol fan and not recognize her—but the odds were basically zero.
A female idol watching an erotic flick in a theater. With a guy. Prime gossip fodder for someone.
"Oppa, what do we do?"
"What do you mean? Show ID or watch God of Songs."
"Ma'am?"
"Ugh..."
"The longer you hesitate, the more suspicious it'll look—they'll check extra hard. Better switch to God of Songs now."
"Ngh... Here!"
Mi-so ignored my advice and stuck to her guns.
She handed over her ID, forcing me to pull out mine too.
She wanted this movie that badly?
"...Sorry, could you remove the sunglasses? Need to verify it's you."
"Ugh... This good?!"
We both ditched the shades and pulled down our masks. The clerk's face didn't change as she checked.
"Confirmed. Two seats for Intimate Secrets. Pick your seats."
"Here, the couple seats!"
Did she recognize us? Probably.
"Hey, you guys don't share customer info at the theater, right? Our agency’s super sensitive about that. They sue over nothing if they feel like it."
"Of course not. You're safe."
Mi-so slipped in a subtle threat.
Only after the firm assurance could we finally enter the screening room worry-free.