20-IF. What If I Had Just Fallen Asleep Like That? (8)
—Beep. Transfer passengers, please.
A small beep sounds, followed by the noise of people walking. Every time the bus sways slightly, more footsteps join in, one by one. Soft breaths and hurried greetings tangle together, filling the air inside the bus.
"Chuu... slurp... huff... tsu... chuup..."
I suck the cock in my mouth as quietly as possible, drawing it in deep. Its owner prefers it when I suck with my throat rather than just licking with my tongue... I shove it in until I can barely breathe.
At first, the bus was empty, but now it's filling up with traces of people—just like the sounds piling up. Amid those noises, I slip in lewd ones no one else can understand. The thud of bags, heavy footsteps—they keep reminding me there are people here. Every time, tension makes my hole clench tight-tight.
Unlike intercity buses, city buses have people getting on and off constantly. The thrill of getting caught any second sets my body ablaze, hotter and hotter.
I'm gonna get caught. Sucking a cock under the bus driver's seat—I'm gonna get found out. What do I do if I get caught? People up there have no idea, just walking by... Some even greet the driver casually. How could this not get noticed?
At least it's a city bus with a partition around the driver's seat—that's my only comfort. Without it, nothing would hide me; I'd be totally exposed. But the top is clear, so anyone peeking in would see everything.
Every time he brakes or accelerates, his shoe kicks my bare ass, but I cram myself tighter between his legs to hide. The floor under the city bus driver's seat is filthy with dust, and every time my juices leak, wet dust sticks to my body with a sticky pat-pat.
Haa... My head's gonna break. A bus full of people coming and going, a public space where everyone gathers to go their own way—and right in the middle, I'm naked, sucking a cock... It feels so insanely good I'm going crazy.
Every time I hold the throbbing pillar in my mouth, its pulse makes my heart race in sync. Then the tension of don't get caught makes me bite deeper into my throat without thinking.
Sweet shivers spread through me, and even though my pussy's already soaked, more lewd fluid keeps pouring out. Whenever the bus stops at a light, the ajusshi grabs my hair and shakes my head up and down. Seems like he wants it deeper.
Hearing the sounds of ordinary life up there while a man's cock fills my mouth completely... it makes me feel so utterly pathetic. People right next to me are happily heading somewhere, but I have no such freedom—I'm just holding some nameless stranger's cock in my mouth.
Pathetic. Bleak. Despairing. That freedom I don't deserve contrasts so sharply with my rock-bottom state... it aches deep in my chest.
But in exchange, a pleasure so intense it makes the holes between my legs clench on their own wraps around me. A life where people always use my body. A life where I can always smell this fishy semen scent, this man's cock smell. A life where I can't run away, where if a man commands me, I have to wet my pussy right there...
It's only the first day, but my body heats up with anticipation for the days ahead. Strangely, I feel happier and more joyful than back when I went to school freely, living as I pleased.
Yeah, perverts like me have this kind of happiness. The men make me feel so good.
Every time thick, bitter semen bursts in my mouth, I mumble thanks around the cock still in there. Quietly, so only the ajusshi and I can hear—not the normal people around.
When I swallow the semen in my mouth, I lift my head from between his legs so he can watch. That's the only time he can look down at my body, and even though I haven't rolled around on the floor much, it's already covered in filthy marks and dust.
Just yesterday... no, even this morning at the terminal before the intercity bus, my body was pure and clean. Now it's obviously dirty and obscene for anyone to see. Every time I glimpse that wretched state, shame burns my face red...
How worthless do the ajussis think I am like this? The humiliation twists my feelings strangely. But seeing my nipples swollen huge from arousal, it seems like I'm craving that treatment too.
Haa... I've become an irredeemable pervert. A rag that lets men use my body however, a sex toy for their urges. I've turned into a subhuman bitch. I didn't wish for it to go this far... I just wanted a little thrill. How did it end up like this?
Thinking of my current self fills me with shame and disgrace. My mind fantasized all sorts of lewd things, but I never truly wanted this. Yet here it is in reality, tormenting me.
How many hours did I spend like that, cock in mouth? Only when the sky turned orange and surroundings grew dim did the bus finally return to the parking lot. Even as it swayed to a full stop, I had to keep sucking.
Once the engine vibration stopped completely, the ajusshi finally stood.
"Hey, let's go."
The softened cock slips from my mouth, trailing a long transparent string. He wipes it with tissue and tosses it at me instead of the trash bin right there. The tissue hits my face and falls to the floor.
Does he really see me as a trash can? He leaves me and gets off the bus first.
After cramming in that tiny, filthy space for so long, my legs won't straighten easily. My numb arms and legs won't obey. Every breath brings up the man's unique scent from my mouth. The fishy, salty smell feels irreversibly soaked in.
I pick up the tissue he discarded. Fresh ones are right there by the driver's seat, but... somehow it feels like I shouldn't use them... This one needs throwing away too, right?
The balled-up tissue is soaked heavy. I pick a dust-free spot and bring it between my legs. The dust around my labia wipes off easily from all the juices I've gushed, but the sticky remnants won't come clean even with tissue.
Can't help that... Anyway, when the ajussis use my holes again, it'll get wet... No point cleaning. I soothe my troubled heart like that and move my legs.
As I head to get off the bus, I catch my reflection in the small mirror above the door. Even in that palm-sized glass, my breasts, ass, and cheeks are clearly bruised red from countless hits. My hair is a mess, like it was never tidy, strands everywhere. From my bare feet to thighs, sweat and dust cling stickily. White fluids dried around my mouth and crotch, leaving harsh, pathetic traces.
My lower body is wiped clean, white skin standing out. Like an onahole where only the hole matters.
This is a real sex toy. Not a person with a personality... I've become an actual onahole. Even whores or sluts get treated like people, but in this state, I can't even get basic human respect.
If I saw a woman walking around like this, I wouldn't think she was human either... No dignity, no pride—just a pathetic thing existing to take semen. That's me.
Guilt and self-loathing crash over me at becoming this. Yet unknown pleasure and excitement fill my body. My heart races wildly, no sign of stopping. Breath comes hard in hot gasps as I look around.
The city bus parking lot connected to the terminal is still bustling even now. Bus drivers, people with big bags rushing straight to the terminal. Seeing me like this feels good, satisfying... but getting caught by total strangers who have no idea how far I've fallen terrifies me.
If that happens, something in my head will really break.
I roughly know where the ajusshi who ditched me went. Probably the break room. Just a simple container box, right by the door where they chain-smoke, thick nicotine stench soaked in... Not far from smelling like my lewd scent too.
Can't think of anywhere else. If I go, the ajussis will grope me freely, shove cocks in my mouth, slap my tits and ass, yell to spread my holes. But I have to go. It doesn't feel that bad... Actually, it feels mind-blowingly good.
To get there, I have to walk like this—a sex toy mess—through normal people. They're the ones who treat me like a tool at best, but it feels so good... Even if I go naked among people, get exposed to the whole world as what I am, even if part of my mind shatters like I feared...
I want to go there.
I carefully descend the stairs, planting my feet on the asphalt. Barefoot, it's rough and cold—like the future ahead. Emotions swell in my chest.
Bus-packed lot means another bus parked right at the exit. Barely space for one person, so no worry unless someone looks on purpose. But to reach the break room, I have to leave here. Outside, people walk normally... The break room's the opposite way—only through the intercity terminal building.
Huu... Why'd the ajusshi park here? No way to know. My heart pounds madly with anticipation. Undeniable excitement fills me.
Having to go out naked and obscene before people—it's so thrilling my thighs keep wetting. Excitement of baring myself among normals turns to shivering taboo, then electric arousal flooding me. Droplets now slide slick down my thighs to drip.
I take a deep breath and step out.
Vision opens wide instantly. Nothing blocking in the bus-only lot—the terminal building looms, plus busy people's gazes. Noisy with natural sounds before, now air freezes quiet.
All eyes spotting me converge, pupils filled with disbelief and confusion. They shift to contempt and scorn fast. Whispers spread among the crowd. Low voices mix into murmurs, then someone bursts laughing.
"What the hell is that?"
"She's nuts."
Short, sharp words slice the air, stabbing my chest. Mingled voices grab me like invisible hands, heavy with emotion. Most cover faces and hurry away, but some stare openly, unashamed.
Normal people don't wander public naked like this, don't get happy from bruises on tits and ass—so eyes sticking to a pervert like me is inevitable. That's why I don't cover or run.
Instead, before the watching crowd, I rub my breasts. Pain throbs sore as they squish in my hands, but it feels so good I keep going. To show I'm not just accidentally naked—I want this. To prove there's no excuse, I'm a pervert right here.
Look all you want. No need to sneak peeks—stare openly. That's what this body's for.
Every time I feel their sticky gazes... See? Getting excited again, leaking fresh lewd juice. Where else is there a pervert like me? Look more.