Not Only Yewon

Swish. Swish.

I flicked rapidly through the screen with my index finger, hunting for Ju Yewon.

But the woman I wanted wasn't there.

Ah — then I noticed the search bar, belatedly. I'd been stupidly swiping away without realizing there was a search window right at the top.

I typed Ju Yewon into the magnifying-glass search bar at once.

A window popped up immediately.

So? That meant Ju Yewon wasn't currently on this train.

It was rush hour, and the trains ran frequently — she might well be on the one just ahead or just behind.

A vague disappointment washed over me.

"Hmm."

Even while falling asleep last night, I'd been thinking about Ju Yewon's huge tits and her wet pussy. I'd even had a sweet dream of fucking her. That was why I'd woken up this morning with a tent pitched in my underwear. So of course I'd been waiting — how hard I'd been waiting — to see her again on the morning commute.

If she'd been on this train, I could have shoved it in right away. Tch. What a shame.

I was about to close the app in my dejected state when I stopped.

Wait. Did it have to be Ju Yewon?

The answer was: not necessarily. There were eighty-three women riding this train. Not all of them were young women in their ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠twenties. There were grandmothers and middle-aged ajummas mixed in. But it was rush hour, so there would still be a fair number of young ones.

Let me look again.

I swiped wildly. Being young, though, was no guarantee of beauty. Most faces were ordinary. Ju Yewon had been special — pretty face and generous breasts. Her full chest and wide hips had put other women to shame. After fucking a woman like that yesterday, it was hard for anyone else to catch my eye.

After a halfhearted swipe-through, I decided to skip sex on this morning's commute. But not using the Time Stop function at all would be a waste.

So I pressed the Time Stop button.

Thud—

Time inside the train car froze in an instant.

Today there were especially many people standing. A bespectacled man who looked like a salaryman, a balding middle-aged guy who looked like some company's department head, a woman in her forties dressed in a pantsuit — the whole spectrum of morning commuters, frozen in a single glance.

I walked slowly through the car, sightseeing among the stopped people. Just looking was fun enough. Being the only one who could move while everyone else was frozen — it felt like I alone had superpowers.

As I strolled and looked around, I spotted a beauty among the crowd. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Actually, her body was prettier than her face. She looked to be in her early twenties, wearing a crop top and skinny jeans that showed off her figure — the kind of outfit you couldn't even attempt unless your body was seriously good.

Her chest and ass weren't large, but she was slender in a way that men with a taste for that type would lose their minds over.

"Hmm. Curiosity's tugging at me."

I undid the button at her waist and pulled down the zipper.

Ziiip—

As the zipper came down, a string panty came into view. A tiny T-back that barely covered her ass crack. Seeing that, lust stirred.

But I couldn't fuck this woman right now. There wasn't much time left, and more importantly, her clothes looked extremely difficult both to take off and put back on.

Today I'd just look.

Before I knew it, my fingers were pulling her panty strings down. As the panties and jeans struggled lower, her pussy came into view. Completely shaved, it looked clean. An urge to put my tongue on it rose at once.

"Excuse me. Just a little taste."

Crouching awkwardly, I pressed my tongue to her closed folds. Then I parted her slit with the tip of my tongue. Soft inner flesh opened, releasing a fresh, clean scent.

"Slurp. Slurrp."

I traced her pussy lips with the tip of my tongue. It was fascinating. Completely different from Ju Yewon yesterday. So every woman had her own unique flavor.

After a few licks, her clit began to swell slightly. I checked her face — completely blank, no reaction at all. But her body was definitely responding. Her pussy twitched every time I swirled my tongue.

It would have been nice to fuck her too — with a body that good, she'd probably be tight — but it was impossible right now. Still, if she always commuted around the same time, I might run into her again.

With a lingering sense of regret, I swiped through the women's profiles. And there it was — the profile of the woman whose pussy I'd just been licking.

"Ohho. So she really is a college student. And a dance major?"

That explained the lean body. Small chest, thin frame. But it wasn't soft, diet-starved flesh — it was a firm body covered in fine muscle. No wonder. I'd thought the muscle felt solid; she was a dance major.

The dance-major fact was even more of a turn-on. But there was something hotter still. That outie belly button.

Suddenly wanting to check her navel, I lifted her crop top a little. And there, just as the profile said, was a protruding outie belly button.

I pressed that doorbell-like outie repeatedly with my index finger.

"Ding-dong. Ding-dong."

The way it squished in soft every time I pressed was funny.

Alright — enough playing with Shin Ara. I pulled her panties and jeans back up over her hips and straightened her clothes.

Then I moved to the next car.

If nothing interesting caught my eye, I skipped right past.

Then I spotted a young man and woman sitting side by side. Both in suits — looked like an office couple. Both early thirties or so. The man had neat hair and glasses; the woman had short curly perm hair like a poodle. They were holding hands affectionately. Both wore gentle smiles, gazing at each other — completely lost in love.

I felt a twinge of jealousy. Maybe from being single so long, but lately couples made me envious and resentful. I wanted to mess with them.

So I went over to the couple sitting side by side. They were frozen mid-conversation, facing each other.

First I waved my hand in front of the bespectacled man's face. Of course he didn't even blink. Same for the woman.

"Pardon the intrusion."

I lifted the woman's blouse a little, watching the man's reaction. The guy in glasses didn't move a muscle as I hiked up his girlfriend's outer clothes. Just kept that gentle smile.

Inside the lifted blouse was a white bra. I pushed the bra up too. Modest breasts appeared. B-cup, maybe? Neither small nor large — just right. Even looking at his girlfriend's shyly exposed chest, the man in glasses didn't stir. After checking his expression, I pinched both her nipples between thumb and forefinger and twisted them this way and that. His girlfriend being violated right next to him by another guy, and the man in glasses just smiled.

This time I flicked her nipples with the tip of my tongue, watching his face. Still that mild smile. Looking at him, I just laughed hollowly. His woman getting done right in front of his eyes, and he just sat there.

"Useless bastard."

I smacked the top of his head with my palm.

Thunk—

Even taking a hard hit to the head, he still wore that gentle smile. Only my palm hurt.

I could have gone further, but I decided to stop playing with someone else's woman. It was starting to feel like I was committing a crime.

I quickly moved on to the next target. A few more steps, and I found a woman and a man standing side by side holding the hand straps. They seemed to be strangers. Both faced forward with blank expressions. Maybe both had been thinking about work when the freeze hit.

Suddenly, a weird and dirty idea struck me.

What if I made two strangers fuck?

Even though the passengers' bodies were frozen, only their minds were gone — their flesh was still warm. Caress them and they flushed red; their bodies responded. So if I got both a man and a woman aroused? Couldn't I make two strangers have sex?

The woman wore a navy dress with a flared hem. The man wore gray pants and a light pink ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠shirt.

I first turned them to face each other. Then I hiked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the woman's skirt hem up and tied it like a bundle over her full breasts. Then I pulled down the lace panties she was wearing.