With his shift finally over, Ho-sang made his way through the subway toward his train.
Thankfully, he arrived just in time, with the train pulling in right after he got there.
Letting the more rushed people go ahead, Ho-sang stepped in, already noticing all the seats were taken, so he moved to the corner of the car, staying there standing while holding onto the safety bar on the ceiling.
The train soon began to move as he yawned, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, then returned his hand to his pocket.
'Giving pleasure with a simple touch… how should I use this to make my life easier? Become a gigolo?' His mind went back to his discovery—couldn't blame him for thinking that way. A power tied to pleasure only led to one kind of potential scenario.
'Or maybe I should sleep with some rich milf? Seems more plausible.' He adopted a thoughtful look.
With the nature of his power, there weren't many other applications beyond that, but honestly, he was actually considering it—he had no shame in admitting it. Death had taught him to take advantage of the opportunities life gave him.
The question was finding a rich and pretty milf to pull that off with. 'How do I even do that? Should I apply for a job at some big company or something?'
He imagined the scene—arriving for the interview with a hot female interviewer, and the moment she touched his hand, things would start to heat up until…
He blinked, struck by a thought. 'Wait a sec, would I even be able to have sex with a woman just with that? I don't think it's that strong.' He furrowed his brow, deep in thought.
In his test back at work, people did seem to feel pleasure, but it didn't seem like it worked like an aphrodisiac.
It was more like an insanely satisfying massage than some kind of drugged-up lust trip in his view—although, if it was strong enough to act as the latter, then…
'Shit, this is basically a hentai villain's power, isn't it?' The realization made him pause—it really was strong and dangerous if it leaned that way. But unfortunately, there was only one way to find out.
He looked around, noticing the several women nearby. 'Should I go to a club or… no, better to hire a prostitute, seems safer.'
A prostitute seemed like the safest method to test the full effectiveness of his power—even though he was curious to know how strong the compulsion was. Would it really make a girl want to have sex with him just by touching her, even if they'd literally just met?
'Yeah, I'll call a prostitute tonight then.' Deciding, he looked forward again.
And through all these thoughts, he had clearly realized that if he really had that kind of ability, the kind of world he was in now was clearly a pornhwa—considering he was in Korea.
If he said he wasn't at least a little curious to know what kind of "plot" he was tied to, he'd be lying. He was very curious to know if there was actually a "story" involving him or not.
'Just hope it's not one of those eccentric types… only God knows how much Koreans love drama.'
He hoped it wasn't one of those that involved some love triangle full of betrayal, coercion, blackmail, or other questionable shit.
Or worse—some weird supernatural plot where demons secretly ruled the world and he ended up getting involved and had to survive through sexual favors or something.
'God forbid.' Ho-sang shivered at that last thought, even making the sign of the cross.
While he thought about all that absurd stuff, the train stopped, allowing more passengers to enter. He looked in their direction and immediately saw someone familiar—it was the weird redhead.
As he looked at her, she moved closer while glancing around, and eventually met his gaze. Their eyes locked.
Just for a moment before Ho-sang quickly looked away.
He had no interest whatsoever in starting a conversation with her. However, his will didn't determine the situation—because even with his eyes facing forward, he could see from the corner of his vision that she was heading his way.
She kept walking until she disappeared from view, and then he felt a presence behind him.
'I must be imagining things.' He couldn't believe what he was feeling. 'Nah, there's no way she's…' He thought, slightly turning his head and glancing sideways—and his thought came to a halt the moment he saw her standing right behind him.
He blinked, then blinked again, still in disbelief, before finally accepting she was indeed behind him. He looked over his shoulder fully and addressed her. "Can I help you?"
There's a difference between being near someone and being in their personal space—she wasn't just near him holding the bar like the others. She was clearly in his personal space like they were close or something.
After calling out to her, he saw how she just looked down, seemingly not hearing him.
"Excuse me?" He called her again, but the only response he got was her looking away—she seemed more interested in something off to the side than in him.
Realizing he wouldn't get a response, Ho-sang just shook his head and decided to ignore her. Who knows what was going on in that woman's head?
But the world seemed eager to show him exactly what she wanted, when a man rushing past them bumped into her, pushing her forward.
And that made her press her breasts right against Ho-sang's back.
Ho-sang blinked as he felt the sensation of something large and soft against his back. He glanced sideways, seeing her looking surprised.
Deducing that someone might've bumped into her and shoved her, he looked back forward, assuming she'd move away.
She didn't move.
After waiting several long seconds, still feeling her breasts against his back, Ho-sang then felt a weight on his shoulder. Looking, he saw her resting her head there with a satisfied expression.
'What the hell?' was all he could think upon seeing the sight—and with that, he immediately understood why she had approached him earlier. 'She wanted to touch me…'
And that left him stunned, because if that was true, then his power really was strong enough to act like some kind of aphrodisiac.
"Haaa~."
She let out a soft sigh of pleasure as a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.
With his eye twitching, Ho-sang called her. "Excuse me?"
But as he expected, she ignored him—though this time, it seemed more like she was lost in the pleasure than doing it on purpose.
He was about to speak again when he felt something touch his thigh. Looking down, he saw her hand there.
While he stared, frozen, she slowly moved her hand up, then down again, stroking his thigh.
'…Am I seriously being molested?' With his eye twitching even more now, he felt disbelief at her boldness—and also a bit aroused.
Couldn't really blame him. This situation felt straight out of a hentai, and his arousal naturally resulted in a physical reaction.
It couldn't be helped. Since he was a virgin, this kind of intimate contact would easily stimulate him—so the tent rising in his shorts was understandable.
He quickly looked around, relieved no one seemed to be paying attention to them. But just as he was about to speak again, he felt something between his legs. Looking down, he saw her rubbing her thigh against his.
'Okay, that's enough.' He quickly turned, facing her.
She looked dazed as he frowned. "What's your problem?"
He stared into her eyes, which looked unfocused—she seemed almost in a trance as she looked at him blankly.
Then her gaze dropped, landing on Ho-sang's erection—and without saying a word, she touched it.
Feeling a mix of disbelief and arousal, Ho-sang wondered whether he should return the favor.
And while he was debating if he should also take advantage of the opportunity and test the full extent of his power with her, she seemed to be in a euphoric state.
Her eyes widened slightly as she exhaled through her parted lips, the blush on her face deepening as she appeared to feel even more pleasure just from touching him there.
[Arriving at Station xxx, please disembark calmly.]
But snapping her out of it, the female voice announcing the next stop woke her up, making her pull her hand away.
She looked at him, somewhat lost, seemingly now realizing what she had just done—her face turning a deep shade of red, even though she didn't seem exactly ashamed of it.
She then glanced toward the door before looking back at him. Her mouth opened like she wanted to say something, then closed, and she quickly moved toward the door like she was running away.
Ho-sang just watched her go in silence, not stopping or following her. 'Well, I guess that confirms my hypothesis.' No doubt about it—his power was strong enough to make a woman feel so much pleasure she'd straight up jump him.
'Looks like I won't need to test it with a prostitute then. I'll test it with her instead.' He didn't consider it a lost opportunity—after all, they always took the same train at the same time. He'd have another chance to test things more calmly.
Considering what had just happened, he felt it was fair that she became his "test partner."
He then went back to holding the safety bar as the door behind him closed, his mind shifting to other thoughts to shake off the arousal from that strange encounter.
…
Arriving home, Ho-sang walked to his room with what happened on the train still on his mind.
As he was putting the keys in the lock, his neighbor appeared right after, passing by him while holding her head and wincing.
He silently observed her as she went into her own room. He'd seen her before entering the building, and she'd already been like that.
"Must be a pretty nasty headache if she's still like that." Commenting to himself, Ho-sang unlocked the door and stepped into his room.
…
A few hours later, as Ho-sang got ready to sleep, the woman who had been on his mind was already lying in her bed.
Wearing a sleeveless top and just panties, she lazily messed with her phone until she let it fall to the side.
She placed her forearm across her forehead, staring at the ceiling in thought.
The image of what she had done earlier that day came back to her, and she blushed in embarrassment.
"Damn it, what the hell got into me?" she muttered behind the hands now covering her face.
Sighing, she grabbed a big teddy bear beside her and hugged it, her eyes staring blankly into space.
"Though… touching him really felt good." she ended up murmuring, a blush creeping back onto her face as her lips curved slightly in a smile—losing herself in the memory.