Time-Stopping App — Sweet Girl 2
Squish. Squeeze.
I kneaded Ju Yewon’s large, pale breasts. I was so close to cumming I could barely stand it.
“Haaah.”
An excited moan slipped from my lips on its own. Of course it did—it had been ages since I’d gotten my hands on a woman’s soft chest like this. And Ju Yewon’s were genuinely huge. Heavy and full, the kind I could fondle all night long without ever getting tired of them.
“Excuse me, Ju Yewon.”
I was seeing this woman for the first time today. Even the three syllables of her name, Ju Yewon, I’d only just learned through the app a moment ago. So there was a twinge of guilt in groping a stranger’s breasts without so much as asking permission—but that very fact only stoked my excitement higher.
At first I’d meant to keep it modest, just a little fondling of her chest. It wasn’t enough. I couldn’t hold back any longer; I bent at the waist and buried my face between her breasts. Because she was frozen in place facing the subway doors, I had to crouch low and twist my neck just to get at them. When a pink nipple peeked out past the edge of her bra, I stuck my tongue out long and flat.
Lick. Lick.
The tip of my tongue slid back and forth over the nipple. Matching those full breasts, the nipple itself was plump and the areola wide. The sheer ecstasy of her tits made me lose my mind; I sucked hard on the nipple while my free hand pinched the other between index and middle finger and twisted it this way and that.
If time hadn’t been stopped—if Ju Yewon had been awake—there was no way she could have taken this kind of torment to her chest without crying out.
But Ju Yewon was locked stiff as a mannequin. Blood still flowed through her body, so she was warm, and her nipples were firm and springy, yet she couldn’t even blink.
That part was a little disappointing. When you violate a woman’s body like this, the real thrill is hearing her scream. Real-doll texture, huh?
But what did that matter? After years of starving for women, a girl who just stood there without resisting actually felt more convenient.
“Slurp. Slurrrp.”
I was sucking her nipple like a popsicle when a sudden curiosity hit me: did her body get aroused too? Earlier, when I’d licked the shell of her ear, the skin there had flushed red. Even without consciousness, her body seemed to react.
I couldn’t hold the question back. The right hand that had been mauling her breast slid slowly downward. My heart hammered the whole way. It felt like I was doing something truly unforgivable. But there was no stopping now. My hand had already slipped under her skirt.
I wriggled my fingers, groping along her thigh. The feel of her thigh was different from her breasts. Where her chest had been soft and yielding, her thighs were comparatively firm. Did she work out? Still, the pleasantly springy give of them wasn’t bad at all.
My wicked hand kept exploring deeper between her thighs.
And then, at last, my fingertips touched the center of her panties.
This time I pressed gently against that center.
Squish.
My index finger sank softly in, and wetness seeped out from inside.
“Ah…”
A moan escaped me before I could stop it.
This woman. She was definitely aroused. Even with her body frozen by Time Stop, she was feeling everything she was supposed to feel. Just as her nipples had swollen while I worked her breasts, clear love juices were slowly leaking from her pussy.
Rub. Rub.
I stroked my finger back and forth along her crotch. More juices soaked through the thin fabric of her panties. Wanting to check, I pulled my hand free and repeatedly pressed my thumb and index finger together, then apart. Aloe-like slippery fluid stretched between them in a clear, glistening thread.
“Ah… I can’t take it anymore.”
My cock, which had been swelling steadily, now actually hurt. It must have been straining too hard against my pants.
If I didn’t bury myself deep in Ju Yewon’s pussy hole right this second, I felt like I would die.
For a moment I went completely red, like a madman.
Ziiip.
I was just lowering my zipper, about to free my rock-hard cock from my underwear, when—
Beep— beep— beep—
A sudden warning tone blared from my phone.
“Wh-what? Am I not allowed to do this?”
My mind snapped clear in an instant. Come to think of it, the Sweet Girl app had never said it was okay to have sex with the women. It had only shown me the profiles of the girls on the subway. And it had only stopped time. I was the one in the wrong for freely groping a complete stranger’s breasts and even her pussy.
Guilt was just starting to rise when I glanced at the phone and realized I’d misread the situation. The beeping earlier had simply been the signal that time was almost up.
The countdown had begun.
59… 58… 57… 56…
“Ah, I could have done it.”
It was frustrating. Ending without ever thrusting into Ju Yewon’s warm pussy.
But I couldn’t just stand there feeling sorry for myself. I had to clean up everything I’d done in under a minute.
I hurriedly tugged Ju Yewon’s bra back down over her breasts and fumbled the undone buttons of her blouse closed. Then I stuffed my painfully hard cock back into my underwear and zipped up.
18… 17… 16… 15…
While the countdown kept ticking, I scrambled back to my original spot. Sweat beaded on my forehead and under my arms. My stiff cock made an ugly tent in the front of my pants, so I swung my bag around to cover it.
5… 4… 3… 2… 1.
The countdown finally hit zero.
At the same instant, Time Stop released.
People who had stood motionless like mannequins suddenly moved again as if nothing had happened.
A student in uniform bobbed her head to the music in her earphones. A middle-aged man went back to the book he’d been reading. Two ajummas picked up their conversation right where they’d left off.
And right then, the subway announcement came over the speakers.
We apologize for the inconvenience. The train has temporarily stopped to maintain distance from the train ahead. The train will now depart.
A moment later the train that had been sitting still began to move. As it did, relief washed over the faces of the passengers who had been fretting.
I stole a glance at Ju Yewon standing by the doors.
Yewon stared blankly ahead, then caught sight of her reflection in the subway window and seemed to startle. She quickly fixed her clothes—checking every button on her blouse, straightening the rumpled collar. Then she kept fidgeting with her skirt between her legs, as if something felt off down there. Judging by how flustered she looked, a lot of pussy juice must have leaked out in that short time.
Her face flushed red with embarrassment, Yewon glanced around. The instant our eyes met I jerked my gaze away and pretended to be absorbed in my phone. It was unlikely, but if she somehow got suspicious it would be a problem.
Before long the train reached Yeoksam Station. Yeoksam was packed with companies, big conglomerates included.
As the crowd poured out, Ju Yewon and I got off together.
She hurried away with quick, flustered steps. Whether she was late for work or just desperate to check her panties in the bathroom, I couldn’t tell.
“Ah… I’m late.”
Work started at ten. It was 9:55. Even running full tilt right now might not get me there on time.
But I couldn’t run. My cock was still rock-hard; running would hurt. And more than that, I didn’t want any of my coworkers catching sight of the ugly bulge.
No choice. I’d have to duck into the bathroom and take care of it first.
I sprinted for the subway restroom.
Eighth floor of a sleek building.
This was the company I reported to every morning.
Past the glass doors sat a curved information desk. Badge the employee card, go through another set of glass doors, turn the -shaped corner, and there was my desk.
I worked at a mid-sized cosmetics firm where women made up more than ninety percent of the staff.
An extreme female-dominated company, in other words.
When I told my friends I’d gotten a job at a cosmetics company, they’d all gone wild congratulating me. Said it must be great working somewhere full of women, that getting a girlfriend was only a matter of time.
They had no idea. In a company like this, a male employee was a slave—nothing more, nothing less.
Especially here, the women looked down on men like it was nothing.
Take today, for example. Being about fifteen minutes late was the kind of thing that could have been overlooked once in a while.
“Yu Hyunwoo. You’re a little late today, aren’t you?”
Team Leader Kim, wearing horn-rimmed glasses with her hair twisted up, glared at me sharply.
I stopped halfway into my seat, stood back up, and walked over to her desk. Scratching my head, I answered,
“Yes. Traffic was bad.”
“Why would there be traffic? Don’t you take the subway?”
“Ah… well… it was delayed. I’m sorry.”
There was absolutely no way I could say I’d been late because I was jerking off in a public restroom.
“Is that so? Try to get here earlier.”
“Yes, ma’am. Understood.”
“Go on.”
Team Leader Kim shot me a sidelong look, then reluctantly jerked her chin. I bowed once more and returned to my seat. From the desk next to mine, Assistant Manager Seo Jiyeon immediately started nagging.
“Hyunwoo, why do you have zero sense?”
“Excuse me?”
“If you’re late, at least bring drinks around or something. You need to have something, don’t you?”