Chapter 171
Chapter 171
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: The Perks of a Mask
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Twitch.
Shin Ayoung's body trembled. But thinking it was just someone's hand brushing by, she only glanced sideways briefly.
She didn't show much reaction. I decided to squeeze harder.
"Hngh...!"
Her shoulder jumped noticeably.
Realizing it wasn't a coincidence, Shin Ayoung glared and checked the reflection in the window behind her.
One woman and two men around her, all glued to their phones.
None of them paid her any attention, furiously tapping their screens.
Surprised by the unexpected scene, Shin Ayoung tilted her head and turned her body the other way.
Pressing her ass against the door, into a spot no one could possibly touch.
I switched tactics accordingly. I trailed my finger over her plump, tightly closed pussy lips.
"Eut..."
A small moan escaped, but the corners of her mouth curved up. She seemed to have figured out the situation.
She pocketed her phone and crossed her arms.
A confident pose, as if daring me to do whatever I wanted.
I'd meant to surprise her, but that expression made me want to tease her mercilessly.
It was about 30 minutes to the studio. Plenty of time.
I placed my hand on her breast.
"Uhng... haa..."
Stimulating her soft nipple drew out a faint breath.
Less than a minute of steady fondling, and it hardened. Smaller than Han Chae-ah's, but plenty satisfying to play with.
I brought my mouth to it and sucked hard.
"Eut...! Hngh..."
Shin Ayoung furrowed her brow and parted her lips slightly.
Seeing she was feeling it, I grazed my teeth, biting and sucking repeatedly.
"Hauk..."
It was loud enough to be heard all around in a quiet room, but the noisy subway drowned it out.
Reassured, I kept lavishing attention on her.
"This is XX Station. Doors opening on the..."
"Ahha... uhngt..."
We arrived at the next stop.
When I pulled away, clear teeth marks shone on the tip of her breast.
Glistening with saliva, it tempted me to suck more.
I stroked her stomach while people came and went.
Once the doors closed and the train lurched forward, I resumed.
My hand slid past her soft lower abdomen into her inner thighs.
But standing straight made entry difficult.
To breach this fortress, I lowered my face. Just like with her red nipple, now for her clit.
I pressed my tongue against it, licking up and down like ice cream.
"Uhhaa...! Eut..."
A completely different moan from before. When the person next to her stared oddly, she bit her lip.
Even then, I kept sucking, occasionally letting my teeth graze.
"Uhngh... eop... uhng."
Her breathing grew ragged, legs trembling faintly.
Seizing the gap, I slipped my hand in again.
Her inner thighs were soaked. Sweat contributed, but pussy juices were the main culprit.
Love juices flowing enough to drench her labia.
Rubbing the heel of my hand changed her expression. She covered her mouth with her hand, eyes rolling up slightly.
Shin Ayoung, aware of her state, turned toward the corner to hide her face.
Rubbing her pussy steadily parted her legs naturally. An honest reaction: my weak spot's here, touch me more.
I timed my pace to the next station.
"Next stop, XXX Station."
As the announcement played and doors opened, I nipped her clit.
"Hnggg...! Ngheuh... hngt..."
People preparing to exit stared strangely. Instead of asking if she was okay, they bumped past.
She was blocking about a third of the doorway. But with a goddess-level beauty acting like that, no one dared complain.
Hiss... clunk.
Doors closed. She peeked up, seemingly calmed.
Each stop ramped up the intensity. Her eyes mixed 80% anticipation, 20% anxiety.
She'd probably say more was fine. But with a shoot ahead, I checked her intent.
Shin Ayoung touched her stomach briefly, then blinked her right eye. Knew it.
I pulled out my cock and wedged it between her thighs.
"Hngt..."
Against her pussy, I felt her pulsing heat. Hotter than my dick.
I adjusted the angle to press her entrance. Pussy juices trickled down.
How much more? Waiting until her panties soaked made her wink right again and mouth:
Fuck. Me. Please.
That face saying that? No holding back. I thrust in immediately.
Gliding into her sticky, melted depths, she unconsciously gasped.
"Haaa.... huge..."
She inhaled deeply, pussy clenching tight. Inner walls wriggled, molding to my shape.
Soon adapting, she arched her back, sticking her ass out toward the wall.
As if a dildo were mounted there.
Ready, I slowly withdrew. Juices hiding behind my glans flowed out.
She was always wet, but post-orgasm made it worse.
I smacked her ass once, signaling the real start.
Shin Ayoung gripped the nearby rail, staring ahead innocently. But countless eyes excited her wildly.
"Ahnggg... hahat..."
Pssshhh...
No thrusting yet, and she came weakly. Her exhibitionism fully kicked in.
Her pussy squeezed and released rapidly, gripping my cock.
"Haup.. nng...! Ahngup!"
Waiting more, juices flowed, easing motion. Still tighter than usual, cock resisted pulling out.
Forcing it nearly dragged her insides along.
Pleasure amplified accordingly.
Instead of long strokes, I focused deep thrusts.
Gripping her pelvis, I ground my hips.
"Hngup.. ahat...! Haaak.."
Her lewd noises drew glances.
But her sharp glare made them avert in a second.
I loved that attitude.
Exhibition okay, but no sharing the view. Mine alone.
"Hnghaang.... eut..! So. Good.."
Reward: pounding her cervix. Her thighs quivered, pussy clamping down.
Pssshhh...
Another orgasm. Too sensitive? She grabbed her phone.
Eyes glazed in afterglow, she typed rapidly.
She licked her lips, wiggling her ass gently. I shifted for proper pounding.
Animalistic mating: flesh rippling, slapping sounds echoing.
"Hat..! Eut... ungh... uhat.."
Juices leaked profusely, body jolting out of sync with the train.
Her pants crotch long soaked. Excess trailed down her thighs.
Ejaculation built. I signaled by squeezing her breast hard.
Her insides rippled in response.
Spurt... splurt... spluuurt...
Semen battered her walls, filling her depths.
She panted, holding back, but finally wailed openly.
"Knghhh.... nghut...! Hahat..."
The train stopped, doors opening. Shin Ayoung stumbled out first.
Not at our stop yet.
Slam.
Into the women's restroom. She yanked down pants and panties, spreading her legs.
Her pussy hole winked, proudly showing white cream.
"Ghost... you're here, right?"
"What if you cum inside there? Shoot's soon."
"Didn't think you'd actually fuck. Thought it'd end with some touching."
"Don't know... anyway, do it right. Came halfway, still sensitive."
She squirted earlier. That's halfway?
But hands on the toilet, ass up—impossible to ignore.
I switched to semi-transparent for thrusting.
Gripped her slim waist, laid my cock in her ass crack.
Shin Ayoung shook her ass teasingly. Pussy juices dripped to the floor.
No time to tease.
Mixed fluids should've eased entry, but tight grip resisted.
Stretching her walls to the hilt, she cried out in joy and pleasure.
"Haaa....! Pound my cervix right to the tip."
Like a milking machine. Walls caressed like living things.
Folds clung to my glans, demanding semen.
"Hngaaang..! Eut... more.. faster pussy fuck... ram that cock deep."
Ayoungie shines outdoors. Perfect lewd words and reactions.
I powered my cock, starting pistoning.
Five minutes later: Shin Ayoung slumped on the toilet, leaking semen and juices.
Time crunch meant full throttle.
Lucky empty station—no interruptions.
I patted her ass.
"Haa... haa... y-yeah."
Checking time: subway might be tight.
"Taxi... gotta call one?"
She glanced at her phone, then rolled toilet paper to wipe her pussy meticulously. Pants on. Panties, soaked ages ago, bagged.
Exiting panty-less, she hit the convenience store.
Wondering if for disposables—totally unexpected purchase.
Paid, she covered half her pretty face, smiling with her eyes.
"Do you know the best thing about masks?"
"No one knows if you're sucking on the sly."
She tapped her mouth. Got it.
I summoned a fellatio masturbator, rubbing my cock on her lips.
"Nghup... I'll clean your cock on the way. Deeper with the mask on."
Thrusting to the glans changed her tongue work.
Suction avoiding teeth—true mouth pussy.
"Nnghup... smooch.. chu... ubup... hngk.."
Cleaning blowjob until topside. Continued in the taxi to the studio.
Like a kid with candy.
Driver clueless to backseat action.
That innocent face hiding a wide-open mouth swirling tongue.
Click.
At destination, mask off.
Lips swollen ruby from constant sucking.
"During the shoot... you really can't touch?"
Her eyes brimmed with expectation.