The Trip Begins in the Bathroom
"P-Please don't pull out... I hate it when you do th-that..."
Watching her plead like that made my cock throb even harder. I was dying to just flood her pussy with cum right then and there.
"See? You do want to get caught, don't you?"
Squelch! I slammed my cock back in deep, right as it was starting to slip out.
"Hngh! Y-Yes...! Haaah, that's right...! I want to get caught... all the way to my womb...!"
She might as well admit it. "Yeah, you said it yourself."
Plap! Thud! Plap! Squelch! Like praising her, I thrust hard and deep, hitting her womb with every stroke.
"Haaaah! Hah, ahn...! Ahn! Ahn!"
She shook her hips in perfect sync with my pounding cock. I could see it all too clearly.
"Shaking your hips like that... Yoonah, you're such a total bitch in heat."
I chuckled as I said it, and her pussy clenched even tighter, like it was reacting to the word. Her juices gushed out wildly. She really got off on this kind of play.
"Hngh... Ahhhn... I'm a bitch... Hiii...!" Squelch! Thrust! Squelch!
"Fuck, take this creampie...! Get pregnant, you bitch!"
"Haaaaahn! Aaaahn! Aaaaaahn!"
Spurt, spurt, spluuurt! As I unleashed everything inside her, her body shuddered violently in orgasm. Exhausted, she slumped against me, dangling limply.
"Feel good?" I asked, pulling out.
"Mmm, it was amazing... But no one actually heard that, right?"
"How could they? Time's still stopped for everyone else."
"Phew, good..."
Sex over, she slipped back into her usual sweet self, all gentle and considerate again.
"What about our clothes, though?" Her outfit was soaked from squirting. She glanced at it, then shot me a glare.
"Yeah, I didn't expect this much."
We'd come to the bathroom for a quickie, sure, but I hadn't figured on her losing control like that.
"Hmm. No luggage either."
"Should I take off my pants and let you wear them...?"
I was only half-joking, but she jumped in surprise. "Eek! Then what about you?"
"Figure it out yourself."
She pouted cutely and rolled her eyes. Maybe I should strip someone else for clothes.
"No idea. Guess you'll have to rip open the duty-free bag and wear that. Wanna head out? It's cramped in here."
"Ah, yes ma'am. Right away."
I cracked the door and stepped out. Rustling sounds followed as she tore into the duty-free stuff. She emerged in fresh clothes, and I deactivated my power with her hand in mine.
Time Manipulation has been deactivated.
Everything returned to normal, people going about their business peacefully. I took Yoonah's hand and headed to the gate.
"Bet it'd be scary and cool to stop time on the plane."
"Why, wanna try it mid-flight?"
"Perv!"
She laughed and playfully swatted me. We bantered lightly until we reached the gate.
"Still some time left. Want me to grab coffee?"
"Cafe's close by—let's each get one."
"I'll cover this round."
"Fine by me~"
She didn't tease me about being a broke student anymore, not since the lottery win. Designer bags? No problem. Coffee's nothing.
We sipped our drinks, and soon boarding was announced.
"Ooh, can't wait."
"Yeah, I'm so excited."
"Just need to see your boarding passes! No passports required."
The crew wanted quick boarding, so just tickets. I stashed my passport, prepped my pass, and it was our turn fast.
Scanned the QR code and settled into our seats.
"Business class, huh? When did you book something this nice?"
"Fewer people, way more comfy."
Sure enough, the cabin was empty except for us. Yoonah ditched her mask and sunglasses, stretching luxuriously.
"Feels so much better without 'em, even if no one's around."
Obviously. Masks suck, no matter how used to them you get.
"Crew won't mind?"
"Nah, it's fine. They don't wear 'em on personal trips either."
With only crew around, no real risk of rumors anyway—they wouldn't blab.
Briefing done, takeoff time.
"Haven't flown in ages. Feels kinda new."
"Last time was before the army, right?"
Only flown once before, so yeah, nerves kicked in.
"If you'd never flown, I'd have pranked you about taking off shoes."
"Who falls for that nowadays?"
"You might've back then."
She's a pro actress, but these little teases? She'd sell 'em straight-faced.
The flight was smooth—a light hour and a half. No big antics, just banter, nap, and we were there.
"Missed the meal. What a waste."
"You were out cold. Should've woken you?"
Yoonah made a sorry face.