Women's Car Pervert Hunters
A man stepped into the women's-only subway car, but no one batted an eye.
"Hey! You there!"
In the subway car, a sharp-eyed woman jabbed her finger at a man. The name of this confident, feisty woman brimming with self-assurance was none other than Kang Ji-hyo. Her eyes were strikingly large, her breasts thrust prominently forward. Her ass was plump and inviting too. But no one should ever underestimate her.
"This is the women's-only car. Get the hell out!"
"Huh?"
At Kang Ji-hyo's sharp rebuke, the dimwitted guy finally looked around and pieced together the situation. Just as she said, it was the women's-only car. He was the only man there, and every other woman was glaring daggers at him—he realized it far too late.
"Kyaaaaah!!!"
One woman even let out a full-blown scream.
"Help! It's a pervert!!!"
As the fragile-looking beauty wailed, men from the other cars, outside the subway, and even station staff came rushing in.
"What happened?"
"A pervert?"
"That guy barged into the women's-only car and started harassing us!"
It was mostly a lie. The poor sap had just obliviously wandered into the wrong car—no sign of any perverted intent. But the women had branded him a molester, and that was that.
"Come with us."
"Can't believe there's still perverts in this lawful world."
"You're in for some jail time, pal."
The men handled the punishment for them.
"Wait! Pervert? This is a false accusation! I didn't do anything!"
No one gave a damn about his excuses. Once the idiot was hauled away, the women's-only car reverted to its sanctuary of blooming beauties.
"God, there are always morons like that."
"Right?"
"Leina, your scream's getting way more convincing."
"Hehe."
Kang Ji-hyo, who'd fingered him as the perv, and the blonde girl Leina who'd screamed were besties. They got a real kick out of dragging men's lives through the mud like this—a killer duo. Together, they were unstoppable. Who could hold out against two cuties ganging up to call a guy a creep? All the women were on their side. Hell, even the men were.
Sometimes, "pervs" were a highlight—like monster hunting.
"Thank you. You saved my life."
"So brave, standing up to a man without flinching."
"I wanna be a gutsy woman like you."
Praise from fellow ladies was the fuel that kept them going.
"Men who barge into women's-only cars deserve to get socially crucified. Though idiots like that are getting rare... Huh?"
Buzzing with triumph after nailing one today, Kang Ji-hyo spotted fresh prey. No—this was a whopper. Stepping in right after watching the last guy get dragged off? How brain-dead do you have to be? Total morons like that were the best sport.
"Hey, Leina. Hehe. Another dumbfuck showed up."
She nudged her friend's shoulder, mischief sparkling like naughty kids plotting.
But Leina's reaction was weird. Instead of playing the helpless damsel, she shot back casually.
"Yeah? So?"
"Hey, so? Let's bury this retard too."
"Huh? Why? Who?"
What's with her spacing out? As Kang Ji-hyo geared up to snap her friend back to reality, the guy lumbered over and addressed them.
"Hey. Saw your little show. Mind if I report you?"
Like hell you won't, moron, she nearly spat—but Leina jumped in first.
"Pardon? Nah, nothing special. Why report?"
Kang Ji-hyo whipped around to glare at her friend, lightning-quick, trying to decode that blank stare. But Leina just looked innocently baffled, like a question mark floating over her head.
Kang Ji-hyo was utterly lost. She had no clue the man closing in was none other than Kim Hoyoung, the guy who'd hypnotized the entire world.
Kim Hoyoung asked breezily.
"What's your names?"
"I'm Leina, she's Kang Ji-hyo."
"You two are the hottest in this car."
"Oh yeah?"
"Tits are fucking massive."
"Kinda big, yeah."
"Who's bigger?"
"Ji-hyo's got a bit more. I'm teetering on D-cup; she's straight E..."
"Hey! Over here, now!"
Kang Ji-hyo yanked Leina away, halting the chat. She couldn't wrap her head around what just happened.
"Leina! Are you insane? What the hell was that?"
"What'd I do?"
What'd you do? Kang Ji-hyo cradled her head, forcing calm rationality.
"Chatting up a total stranger like that? Spilling your cup size? Can't you tell it's sexual harassment?"
"?"
Not the right reaction! You blow up, scream for help—that's the play!
"Ji-hyo, you're acting weird?"
"Me, weird?"
That was her line—she'd been robbed of it.
"You're seriously off."
No, you're the off one. Kang Ji-hyo snuck a glance at Kim Hoyoung. He'd already pivoted to hitting on a young housewife.
"Hubby?"
"Yep."
"Cheating on him?"
"Nope. Love my husband."
"Oh? Then fuck your dumbest guy friend till you're knocked up."
"? Got it."
What kinda lunatic exchange is that? What's with the creep asking, and her nodding along like an airhead?
No—logic it out. That guy's deranged. Everyone's dodging his gaze like the plague.
Wait—dodging? They looked bored, utterly normal. No way. Gotta be acting. Don't wanna draw fire. Housewife's just humoring the psycho.
Kang Ji-hyo bought her own spin, oblivious that the woman would that very night call her broke, ugly classmate for cheating sex—and get pregnant by him. Her oblivious husband would raise the kid that looked nothing like him, forking over support till he was broke.
"Leina, that guy's sketchy, right?"
"? Nah. You're sketchier."
"Hey! What's your deal? You know him or something?"
"Nope, first sight."
"Then why act like this!"
"No clue what you're on about. Spell it out slow. What's the problem?"
First time Leina was this out of sync. Worse—no time to break it down.
The guy closed in.
"Hey, Leina."
"Hey~"
Chummy as old pals. Kang Ji-hyo was sidelined.
"Wanna fuck you both, that cool?"
"The fuck? You lost your mind, what'd you just say?"
"Sure~ Love to."
Diametric responses. Leina planted one on Kim Hoyoung right then.
A guy and girl kissing in the subway—women's-only car, no less. Shock-of-the-century stuff, yet only Kang Ji-hyo freaked. Passengers scrolled phones, read books—zero fucks given to the rutting.
"Leina, you're turning me on."
"Oh?"
"Bet you got a boyfriend or fuckbuddies."
"Three, four maybe."
What? Kang Ji-hyo had no idea Leina had side pieces stashed.
Kim Hoyoung and Leina ignored the stunned Kang Ji-hyo, deep in their bubble.
"Blonde hair—dyed?"
"Natural. Mom's American."
"Pic?"
A ripe blonde MILF beamed from the photo.
"Damn, sexy. Gonna rail your mom later."
"Cool, have fun."
What fresh madness? Kang Ji-hyo couldn't even pick a spot to butt in.
"Hot mixed babe. Dump every boyfriend and fuckbuddy. From now on, horny only for me. Jerk off fantasizing me."
"Yes, sir."
Leina flushed deeper, breaths ragged. Actually heating up for Kim Hoyoung.
Kang Ji-hyo couldn't stomach it anymore.
"Leina! Wake up! You on drugs or what?"
"? What's with you?"
"You're what's with you!!"
Zero overlap.
Kim Hoyoung snickered.
"Friends, huh? Why the fight?"
"Dunno. Ji-hyo's weird."
"Just tune her out."
"Got it."
From there, Leina blanked Ji-hyo completely—no matter the screams or sobs. Laser-focused on sexing Kim Hoyoung, like Ji-hyo was invisible.
"Rape!! Rape!! Somebody help!! My friend's getting raped!!!"
Ji-hyo bellowed to crickets. Even the women. Grabbing folks one by one—"Look! My friend's being raped right now!"—just got "? Huh? Try a psych ward."
By now, she wondered if she was the crazy one. Then Kim Hoyoung wrapped with Leina (who lay twitching on the floor) and pinched Ji-hyo's nose.
"Eek! Wh-what the—!"
"3…"
"You perv! What'd you do to my friend?"
"2…"
"I'll kill you! Kill you—"
"1."
"—you… Huh?"
Her freakout cut dead. She chilled instantly, blank on why she'd raged.
"Nose-pinch for three seconds resets the hypnosis, huh. Too lazy to flash the app every time."
"Uh…"
Kim Hoyoung muttered something crucial, but Kang Ji-hyo blew past it. Sheepish, she bowed apologetically.
"Did I say something off?"
"Nah, don't care—so you don't either. Get a kink for creaming yourself whenever a guy's groping you as a 'pervert.'"
"Oh, that's fine."
Kang Ji-hyo's cheeks pinked.