From the very start, Seo-yeon's heart was in turmoil.
She had just escaped a high-speed chase, only to end up trapped in a confined space with a stranger—so close she could catch his scent. On top of that, she wasn't fluent in Hindi, making it difficult to follow exactly what was happening outside.
All she could do was trust Rohit and wait. Something in his demeanor reassured her—he had a good presence, one she had already begun to respect.
Then, without warning, he moved, pressing his palm gently over her mouth.
His gesture wasn't forceful—it carried an unspoken request rather than dominance—so she allowed it.
He pressed her back slightly, keeping her close while steadying his hand on her shoulder. Still, an uneasy flutter stirred inside her.
He wasn't doing anything improper, yet when his hand slipped to her waist for balance, something shifted within her.
She stiffened instinctively—it was the first time a man had ever touched her there. Her eyes flicked to his face, but seeing his focus fixed outward, alert and protective, her tension eased.
It struck her then—this was the first time she had been so close to a man of another gender, skin-to-skin. She knew well how many men looked at her, even her own uncle was not the exception, yet compared to them, he was… respectful.. gentle.
The thought made her study his face more closely.
He wasn't considered fair by Korean beauty standards, yet there was an undeniable handsomeness in his features. She could feel the firmness of his palm—the same hand covering her mouth—radiating a warmth that made her almost want to rest her cheek against it and drift into sleep.
A strange calm settled over her, mingling with a quiet gratitude she couldn't quite explain.
Then her eyes drifted to his jeans. The thick shape of his dick, beneath had distorted the fabric, its outline now seemed more like a hidden canister of cola pressing against the jeans.
Is it… that big? she gasped inwardly.
Her heartbeat quickened, and flashes of the hentai she secretly enjoyed in private filled her mind. Comparing her current situation to those scenes, she couldn't help but feel a rush of arousal.
Fortunately, Rohit had no access to the silent, dirty thoughts swirling in her mind. In her head, she imagined all sorts of pinning and pressing moments that could happen in their situation. The fantasies soon left her feeling a little wet.
She glanced at Rohit, who seemed far more focused on whatever was happening outside.
A faint sense of pity took root in her—she knew nothing serious would happen—yet embarrassment quickly followed as she realized her thoughts had strayed into forbidden zone.
At that moment, Rohit removed his hand from her body. He seemed to realize their position, but there wasn't a hint of hesitation in her eyes.
So manly, she thought. She wondered if he would dare to cross the line, but to her dismay, he wasn't interested in her—at least, not yet. That very restraint only made him more appealing.
In a low voice, he warned her of the consequences, urging her to watch his signals. His gestures made it clear: people were approaching. He pointed towards the narrow space and the need to sit in above . The reason wasnt clear but his face was intense.
To him, it felt like a crisis; to her, it felt like an opportunity. It was a chance to feel his thing and act like nothing happened. Quite tempting.
But she was conflicted. Her ethics and morals urged her to resist, no matter how flushed with heat she felt. She could not bring herself to willingly sit on a man she had just met. What will he think of her?
But when she looked into Rohit's eyes, she resolved to sit first and think later. One stare from him pressured her into doing the unthinkable. She turned around and lowered her ass onto his lap with slow, deliberate steps.
At first, she stiffened at the touch of his dick. It felt like another organism—hard and thick, like a snake waiting to enter her body. But then Rohit grabbed her, steadying her trembling form. In Korean, he whispered, "They might look under the door. Stay silent."
It was then she understood what to expect. She had to ignore his presence and force herself to be comfortable. Touching her knees, she adjusted her posture.
Still, it felt unbearably awkward, with this threatening existence pressing against her inner thighs, so close to her sacred hole. Instinctively, she parted her legs and touched his thing over the jeans, brushing it slightly away from her inner thighs, then adjusted her hips to ease the tension.
So far, Rohit didn't seem to mind her adjusment. Then, the shadows appeared…
It was then Rohit guided her legs and his together to keep them in the air. She had this stupid feeling of Titanic but in the wrong place. Still, she leaned into his chest, letting herself melt into his warmth.
Then came a voice that nearly startled her, speaking in Hindi, "I know someone's in there. How much longer will you take?" Fortunately, Rohit's hand was still over her mouth, allowing her to remain composed.
The romantic feeling was instantly replaced by horror, and now she too felt the crisis.
The women outside were sharp enough to not ignore their presence, but certainly they didn't expect it to be two instead of one. They laughed and trailed away, and she was finally able to catch her breath.
Then she felt it—the twitch of Rohit's dick, pulsing with heat. She froze. All her bravado collapsed. She was out of her zone now and not ready for this. They had just met, and there was still so much to share together. She felt so embarrassed as she remembered how shamelessly she had touched his dick to brush it away.
Having seen hentai, she knew what would happen to boys if a girl touched theirs, and on top of that, she was lewdly sitting on him. Then she heard Rohit's voice, but this time it was strained with pain. "Ahh!.. We need to get out of here… but my situation's bad. You go first, I'll follow later."
She quickly turned around and asked about his well-being, but his face showed her worst fears.
She quickly stood up, shocked by the scene her eyes had just registered. Rohit's arousal was now clearly visible through his pants.
It didn't look ordinary; it seemed almost like an extra limb, straining to break free.It was evident it wanted to be free, Yet, his face was filled with guilt and sorrow as he desperately tried to hide it.
'Did I make him hard? And yet he's trying to handle it alone.'
She felt really bad for the situation she had put him in. It was obvious that her closeness had aroused him, and he wouldn't be able to get out safely on his own.
She stood at a crossroads, unsure whether to leave him as he said or to lend a hand?
Then she recalled the things he had done in the past, things that even those who pretended to be close to her had never done.
That was the turning point. She didn't allow any more thoughts to linger and made her decision, though her words didn't come out smoothly.
"Do… you need help?"
Meanwhile, Rohit was chuckling inside. He couldn't believe it actually worked again. But on the outside, he kept a mask of discomfort—which wasn't far from the truth, as he really did feel the need to bust his nuts.
Thanks to the oil massage, he was overly sensitive, or else this situation wouldn't have happened.
If I play my cards right, I might even get to grind that ass, Rohit thought.
He showed genuine concern as he hid his boner. "You don't understand… it's not that easy." He hesitated, his voice uneasy. "I need to do something… after which, I don't know if we'll ever meet again."
Seo-yeon felt conflicted too. She didn't know how to react. Her cheeks flushed red, but her eyes held a determined glint.
She asked, clenching her fists as if trying hard to steady herself. "I know it's hard… but what options do we have?" Her gaze lingered downward as she continued in a low murmur. "I know I might regret this… but maybe I can help, just this once. Don't think too much of it." Then she looked up again, resolving herself. "Perhaps our meeting was fated to be short… but it was fun. I won't blame you."
Rohit's face flickered with displeasure. He stood up and said, "Look, I don't want to lose you… our friendship. Let me go, I can manage." But she held his hand with determination.
At that moment, he felt internally conflicted. Yes, he wanted to enjoy—but losing her over a short hand job wasn't part of his plan. It was supposed to be a gateway to more opportunities, not a full stop.
But Seo-yeon blocked his path. She took her time to form words, then with a sigh added, "Look, you cannot go out like this" she paused for a bit, only to strengthen, "Besides, I'm partly to blame… and I want to take care of this."
Rohit hesitated, but Seo-yeon pressed on. "We'll continue like nothing happened." She bent down to her knees and pulled his hands, urging him to sit. "For now… just sit."
Rohit felt relieved as he went down. He decided to let her take the lead and see how far she'd go. Otherwise, he might have changed his plan to something else—but fortunately, she seemed more eager than he had anticipated.
He liked her attitude and decided to push for more. Keeping the same strained expression, he groaned, "It's too tight… if I don't ease it, I can't even move properly."
Seo-yeon giggled softly as she finally caught on to what he was hinting at. "We'll see… now relax," she teased, swallowing once more as her eyes lingered on the bulge before her.