A Curious Experiment

Her sky-blue lace panties slid down her thighs, and there it was — a thick thatch of pubic hair. She wasn't aroused yet, so the hair sat dry and bristly as a broom.

The man in the pale pink shirt showed not the slightest flicker of expression at the sight of a woman's pussy. Of course he didn't. Time was stopped; his body had gone rigid.

Next I undid the hook on his dress pants and pulled the zipper down.

Ziiip—

I dragged his pants and underwear down together, and there was his cock — soft, limp, not even close to hard.

"Hmm."

How big would it get once it was erect? The average Korean man came in around fourteen centimeters hard, so this guy was probably about the same.

I lifted the woman's arms next, then curled her open fingers into a loose ring around the approximate girth of his cock.

"About like this? Or should I make it tighter?"

I roughly gauged the thickness of his dick and bent her hand to match.

All right. Now all that was left was to fit his cock into her hand.

I was completely serious about this — felt like a lab assistant running an experiment.

I swallowed.

Would it actually work the way I expected? Could this woman get him hard with nothing but a hand job?

At last I brought her hand to his cock and slipped him into her grip.

A tiny twitch.

A faint reaction ran through his dick — the soft, small touch of a woman's skin against his own.

"Good. Now for this."

She couldn't move her hand on her own. All she could do was hold his cock in that lightly curled fist. Man and woman both stood frozen, staring blankly at each other with vacant eyes.

"No choice, then. I'll have to lead."

I closed my hand over hers and stroked his cock up and down. In other words, I was gripping her hand, and she was gripping his dick, pumping it in a steady rhythm.

After a few strokes of that, the shriveled cock began to stretch and wake up.

"It's working."

A strange thrill ran through me.

I'd already known that bodies under Time Stop still responded sexually even when they were locked in place. What I hadn't known was whether ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I could actually induce that response by using a frozen man and woman like this.

The experiment was getting more interesting by the second.

I tightened my grip on her hand and worked it harder up and down, making her squeeze and stroke his cock with real enthusiasm. Precum began to bead at the tip and wet her fingers.

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

Wet, filthy sounds started coming from inside her fist.

"Looks like he's pretty worked up."

I looked at the man. His clean-cut face was still staring blankly into empty air. But his cock was hardening steadily in her hand.

Seeing that fully erect pink cock filling her grip only sharpened my curiosity.

One by one I peeled her fingers off him. The swollen dick flopped free and bobbed against his navel.

"Wonder if insertion would even be possible in this position."

I took hold of his cock.

"Ugh."

Wrapping my hand around a complete stranger's dick, slick with sweat and precum, was revolting. But for the sake of an important experiment, I couldn't afford to be picky. Besides, any mess on my hands could be scrubbed clean later with the Cleaning Function.

I guided his cock toward her pussy. The moment the head so much as brushed her clit, a fresh surge of precum welled up from the tip.

"Heh. Healthy specimen."

Actual penetration would probably work too. I was sure of it.

And then—

"Shit. This is bad."

Getting their clothes back on was a problem, but cleaning them up was more urgent. His cock was fully hard and coated in precum, and her hand was soaked with his fluids.

Fortunately, every cleaning function finished within ten seconds.

Her hand, his cock, and even my own hand that had briefly held him — all of it was soft and dry again.

Now to get their clothes back on.

I started with the woman; she looked easier. I picked her panties up off the floor and pulled them on, then tugged her hiked-up skirt back down in one motion. The dress whispered into place around her legs.

The man's turn.

I would have preferred to get rid of the erection first, but that didn't look feasible. I stuffed the still-hard cock into his underwear as-is and pulled his pants up over it. Getting the zipper closed over that rigid bulge took some force, but I managed to seal him in.

Almost out of time. I hurriedly finished adjusting both of them, then stepped over by the doors and stood there looking out the window like nothing had happened. My face stared back at me from the dark glass.

At last, Time Stop released.

Thud—

The people who'd been frozen snapped back into motion.

I snuck a glance at the man and woman. The two of them stood side by side, still holding the handrail, completely unaware of everything that had just happened between them.

The woman didn't seem to notice a thing. She just gripped the strap and stared blankly ahead.

The man was the problem. The second the freeze lifted, panic hit him. He felt it immediately — something wrong with his body. He glanced down below his navel and nearly jumped out of his skin. His fully hard cock was bent sideways inside his thin pants like a sausage.

Ears burning red, he snuck a look at the woman beside him. But she seemed either oblivious or indifferent; she showed no sign of noticing his distress.

He quietly shifted the bag on his shoulder to cover his front.

Watching him flounder with that raging erection, I felt amusement and guilt at the same time. If it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had been me, I'd have been just as mortified.

I'm sorry.

I offered him a silent apology in my head.

What was he thinking right now, face flushed like that? Probably that he'd gotten hard because of the woman standing next to him. There was no other reason a guy would be that erect on a morning subway commute.

The train stopped and the doors opened. No one else got off — only the red-faced man bolted out in a hurry.

He was definitely heading straight for a bathroom. The fastest way to calm an angry cock was to take care of it yourself.

I apologized to him one more time in my head.

Sumimasen.

SM Cosmetics.

I was in the middle of some document work at my desk when Yewon approached carefully.

"Senior."

"Ah, Yewon?"

I gave her my usual gentle smile.

"Um, I have something I'd like to ask you about."

"Of course. Anytime."

"Team Leader Kim told me to draft the new product ad campaign mockup, and I wanted to check if I'm doing it right. Could you take a look?"

"Sure."

I reviewed the ad mockup she held out. You could tell at a glance she was still new — the layout was a little rough around the edges. But she'd only been with the company a short while, and the way she was throwing herself into the work was genuinely endearing.

As I flipped through the draft, I snuck a look at her chest leaning forward over the desk. Through the gap of her unbuttoned shirt, the valley between her breasts flashed in and out of view. A very pleasant sight.

Come to think of it, today was Friday. The last time I'd run into Ju Yewon on the subway had been Monday morning and evening — and I hadn't seen her since. Living in the same neighborhood and still managing not to cross paths… I'd almost started to feel hurt, wondering if she was deliberately avoiding me.

I flipped through the report and offered some halfhearted praise.

"This is pretty good."

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"Really?"

Yewon's eyes lit up at the compliment.

"Yeah. For a new hire, you're doing well. When I first started here, I couldn't manage anything close to this."

"Thank you."

"It's solid overall, but a few things I'd tweak…"

Pen in hand, I pointed out a handful of corrections on the report.

"Bump the font size here, enlarge this image, make this text a more eye-catching color. And even if it's just a report, don't put in photos that are pixelated. That should do it."

"Oh — even the revision direction. Yes, I'll fix it right away."

"Before you send it to the team leader, run it by me one more time for confirmation."

"Yes."

She took the report back, beaming.

"By the way, Yewon — what time have you been coming in lately?"

"Ah… I've been trying to get in a little early. Aiming for nine-thirty."

Our company's start time was ten.

"Ah, so that's why…"

The mystery finally clicked. She'd been catching an earlier train than me every day. That was why I hadn't seen her on the subway.

"Why do you ask, Senior?"

"No reason. Want to head home together after work?"

"Sure. I'd like that."

She agreed without a second's hesitation. Her easy yes put me in a good mood. For a brief moment I'd worried she found me uncomfortable — but apparently not. I could feel a real warmth toward me in her expression.

"Great. See you after work, then."

"Yes, Senior."

TGIF.

Today was a blessed Friday.

At last, quitting time arrived.

I left the office with Ju Yewon, and the two of us boarded the subway bound for Sillim side by side.

Watching her chatter away about the company, completely oblivious, I wore a wicked little smile.