"Yawn~." Lazily yawning, Ho-sang looked around the store, leaning against a table with his arms crossed.
It was currently Friday. After what had happened on the train, he expected to see that woman again the next day, but he hadn't seen her anywhere.
He didn't think too much about it. He figured he'd find her today, and with that, his intention was to ask her out.
Considering what had happened, he believed she'd say yes. He was also curious to know how she was doing after that.
Picture the scenario: you're a woman who, for no clear reason, starts touching a guy intimately—even though you don't even know his name. If it were him, he'd feel like a slut.
"Heh."
Of course, there was the chance she also figured he was the problem and started avoiding him altogether. He'd thought about that too. But if that happened, he'd just go back to his original plan of hiring a prostitute.
Whatever the case, he'd find out later.
...
He didn't find out later.
"Yawn~." Lying in bed, he lazily scrolled through YouTube videos on his phone, his muscles sore from the week's training as he rested.
It was now Sunday night. Since it was his day off, he'd spent the morning, afternoon, and early evening looking for a way to make some extra cash outside of work.
And just as he expected, freelancing as a graphic designer was the fastest way for him to make money. The problem was that it would take time to build a reputation—not to mention his lack of a degree didn't help.
Besides that, he could find some other gig like translating. It wouldn't pay much, but it was something.
"Should I start a dark YouTube channel too?" he wondered while scratching his chin.
It might be a good strategy, considering it was mid-2014—so it could work.
"I'm gonna have to buy a better PC. I hope I have enough money." he said as he got out of bed and stretched.
What he had now was just a laptop—it was decent, but not good enough for work, so he'd have to upgrade.
Scratching his belly and yawning, he headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth. It was already time for him to go to sleep.
...
'Huh.' That was Ho-sang's thought as he looked at the seat next to him on the train.
The weird redhead was sitting right there, her hands on her thighs and a calm expression like everything was perfectly normal.
He looked around the carriage again—it was completely empty, not a single other person in sight, and the only sound was the train's wheels on the tracks.
He turned to look directly at her again.
This woman had sat next to him on purpose.
He expected to find her when coming back from work—not while going. It was early in the morning, which explained why it was just the two of them in that carriage.
He kept staring at her silently, but seeing that she wasn't going to say anything, he finally spoke. "Hi."
It was a simple greeting, but since she remained silent, he raised an eyebrow and got more direct. "You've got nothing to say after literally molesting me a few days ago?"
And then he finally saw a reaction—her unmoving face changed as a strong blush appeared and her gaze trembled slightly.
"And?"
She softly bit her lip as she turned to him, her eyes finally meeting his as she parted her lips, about to speak.
But that turn caused her leg to touch his, freezing her in place.
She narrowed her eyes, letting out a faint breath, her eyes regaining focus and growing more intense as they met Ho-sang's again.
He just watched all these little shifts curiously.
Then her hand moved, gently touching his chest. "I can't... take it anymore." And then she suddenly lunged for his lips, her other hand grabbing the back of his neck as she kissed him ravenously.
Caught completely off guard, it took Ho-sang a moment to process that she was really kissing him out of nowhere—but he quickly got himself together.
Completely ignoring the absurdity of the situation, he went with it and responded to her actions, one hand going to her nape and the other to her waist, pulling her against him.
"Hnm~."
As she let out a short moan of pleasure, Ho-sang felt her breasts pressing against his chest, the softness of her feminine skin against his hand on her waist while her moist, soft lips moved with his.
They shared a short but intense kiss, her hands gripping him tightly while he pulled her even closer.
[Arriving at station xxx, please disembark carefully.]
The female voice from the train seemed to snap her out of the moment, and she abruptly pulled away—but instead of stopping, she grabbed Ho-sang's hand.
"Come with me."
She pulled the confused Ho-sang through the now-opening doors, quickly running in one direction.
They ran past other people in the subway, and Ho-sang kept wondering where the hell she was going.
That was until, in front of them, a right turn appeared—with a sign above it showing the classic male and female symbols. The words written there were clear: it was the bathrooms.
Ho-sang stared in disbelief as she led him straight there. 'Wait a second, she's not thinking what I'm thinking, right?...'
He got his answer when she turned the corner, revealing the doors to the restrooms—two on each side, facing each other—and she went straight to the one with the female symbol.
'No fucking way...' He watched, still stunned, as the woman cautiously looked around, didn't see anyone, then quickly pulled him inside.
He let himself be guided to the last stall in the corner.
Click
With the soft click indicating the door was locked, he silently looked at her back for a moment as she just took a deep breath.
"...The women's bathroom, seriously?"
His voice made her flinch slightly. She turned around, her face completely red. "I didn't have a choice. It was this or the men's room." She softly tucked her hair behind her ear, then, apparently remembering why she brought him there, immediately stepped closer.
"That doesn't matter, let's keep going." She exhaled with desire, her hands going to the back of Ho-sang's neck as she pressed her breasts against him, her gaze growing unfocused with lust.
She kissed him again—something he actively responded to, their lips mashing together as his hands started to wander.
She clutched the back of his neck, her hands grabbing a handful of his hair as she pressed against him, her leg lifting and rubbing along the inside of his thighs.
He didn't hold back either—his hand instinctively moved down to her ass, gripping it firmly. But the pleasant, soft sensation of squeezing that flesh ironically brought him a moment of clarity—a realization of what he was about to do hit him again.
"Wait, do you really want to have sex here?" He had to make sure. Even if his dick and half his brain were cursing him for asking that now, the rational half was telling him to ignore the horniness since the situation was too absurd.
But the question turned out to be unnecessary.
"Yes~." she said simply, almost moaning as she quickly kissed him again with intensity.
In that brief moment, he saw she was already completely lost, practically looking drunk on pleasure.
Maybe if he pulled away, she'd respond more clearly—but honestly, it was really hard for him to hold back too.
'Ah fuck it! I'll deal with this later.' So he decided to just follow his desire and lust, that horny half of his brain practically roaring with joy.
He could almost picture a chibi version of himself yelling rudely, 'Yeaahhh! Fuck her!'
He responded to her with the same desire and intensity, his lips feeling her much softer, wetter ones as they kissed, the sensation of her large breasts pressing into his chest as his hands squeezed and kneaded her ass.
As she responded in equal measure, his hands moved up her tight, floral-patterned skirt, pushing it to her waist as his hands touched her bare skin and the thin fabric of her panties.
Ho-sang's mind was split between her lips, her breasts, and the soft mound of flesh in his hands. He slid one hand lower, squeezing and pulling from beneath as he spread her cheeks apart—the mental image of what that must look like making his dick throb.
"Hnmm~." She let out a soft moan in reaction to his move, pausing the kiss, then suddenly pulled back—her unfocused gaze meeting his. "Haaa~...why... does it feel so good to touch you~?" she said as she kissed his neck, not stopping touching him or pressing against him.
Ho-sang didn't respond. He realized that was more of a ramble than an actual question. He just kissed her shoulder as his hands kept squeezing her ass.
"It feels so good~...especially..." She pulled away, looking at him with a slight smile as her hand went down to his dick. "Here~ Here's the best~."
Ho-sang felt a slight shiver down his spine at her touch, his cock pulsing in response. He met her lust-filled eyes, his own showing how much he wanted her.
They locked eyes for a moment, both seeing the desire and lust in each other's gaze.
"I think this is good enough..." she murmured softly, stepping away from him. She smiled as her hands moved to the waistband of her panties—then she pulled them down while looking at him, a string of clear fluid stretching from the fabric before snapping.
Ho-sang's cock throbbed involuntarily at the sight of a pussy right in front of him, not through a screen. His gaze locked onto those tight-looking lips and the small tuft of red hair above.
'It really is red.' he thought distractedly amid the arousal, noticing that her pubic hair matched her head.
After she removed her panties, she placed them on the toilet lid before turning around and bending forward, hands on the wall.
She then looked back over her shoulder, her gaze hazy as she waited for him.
Ho-sang swallowed dryly, his heart pounding. He lowered his hand and finally pulled out his cock, which was throbbing hard against his shorts.
One thing Ho-sang had noticed before—and remembered again now—was that he and the old Ho-sang had different dick sizes. But that changed when he transmigrated, with his original size showing up in the new body.
And the old Ho-sang wasn't small—an impressive twenty centimeters—but he was four centimeters longer and thicker.
He even considered it his cheat skill along with his memories, if it hadn't been for the accident that gave him his powers.
With those thoughts quickly passing through his head, he approached her, holding his cock in one hand, slowly stroking it.
She watched nervously, her excitement growing. She knew it would be big—but seeing it made her question if it wasn't too big. Still, that thought, that it might hurt instead of bring pleasure, vanished the moment he grabbed her ass.
He spread her left cheek slightly, staring at the surprisingly pink anus and the equally pink slit below, glistening from the fluids covering it.
Getting close enough to touch, he moved his glans up and down, feeling the heat against the head—creating a soft, wet sound.
"Hmm~."
As she let out a soft moan, Ho-sang finally positioned the tip and pushed his hips forward, the lips parting as he entered slowly.
"Fuck." he muttered through clenched teeth, a shiver running down his spine, his body almost going limp from the sensitivity of his glans.
That incredibly pleasurable, wet tightness wrapped around his cock more and more as he went deeper—until a barrier stopped him from going all the way in.
He stopped, knowing that was probably the cervix—but he didn't care as he tilted his head back, enjoying the waves of pleasure pulsing from his cock as her inner walls squeezed and rippled around him like a massage.
"Haaa~." It was so satisfying that he moaned.
And that sensation was because the redhead was having an orgasm.
She stared blankly ahead, her pupils dilated as she completely lost herself.
She was literally having a hallucination—imagining herself in the middle of a forest, the pleasant climate, the warm air, the sounds of animals in the background, and the sun shining overhead—it felt like she'd been teleported into paradise out of nowhere.
Then she heard the sound of droplets hitting the floor, her awareness returning as she felt her pussy weakly squirting, the fluids dripping down.
While Ho-sang was lost in the pleasure, he felt her inner walls stop contracting, the grip loosening slightly. He lowered his head, and just as he was about to pull back to thrust again, she moved away.
He looked at her—half disappointed and half confused—as his cock slipped out with a soft, wet pop. He didn't even need to ask what was going on when she pushed him to sit on the toilet.
She wasted no time straddling him, her hand aligning his dick before slowly lowering herself, taking him in until he was fully inside.
"Ahnmmmm~." she let out a longer moan as her head tilted back slightly.
"Hmm~." Ho-sang groaned as well, involuntarily—the pleasurable tightness returning around his cock as he filled her entirely, now also feeling their warm pelvises touch.
He moved his hands to grab her ass, squeezing as he tried to lift her. She understood what he wanted and followed the motion, raising her hips.
His cock slid through her pussy until it was halfway out before she dropped back down.
Pah.
A slapping sound echoed as her ass hit his thighs.
"Ahn~."
She let out a short moan. Ho-sang clenched his jaw as he lifted his hands again—and she followed.
Pah.
"Hnm~."
He raised his hands and she dropped.
Pah.
"Ahm~."
He raised his hands higher and she rose higher—only the head of his dick remaining inside her.
Pah!
"Ahnn~."
Again.
Pah!
"Ahn~."
And again.
Pah!
"Ahn~."
Until the pace slowly picked up—each loud slap quickly followed by another, each one matched by a moan of pleasure from her.
Pah!Pah!Pah!Pah!Pah!...
"Mmmnnnn~!"
Ho-sang moved his hands up and down as pleasure surged through his body and mind—the wet, hot, soft pressure on his cock was addictive and intoxicating, making him move his hands with even more energy, slamming her ass hard against his thighs.
"Fuck!" But he quickly realized a problem—if he kept going at this pace, he was going to cum soon.
His toes curled as he clenched his teeth, that familiar feeling of reaching his limit creeping up.
'Fuck! It hasn't even been a minute! I can't cum now, dammit!' he screamed internally. Unfortunately, that was the downside of being a virgin—his complete lack of experience made him quick to finish. He tried with all his might to "bring back" that sensation so he could last longer.
And surprisingly, he managed—though only partially—as he felt that sensation slightly fade. He figured that if he could hold it like that, he might last another five minutes before he couldn't anymore.
'Better than nothing.' But he was satisfied with that for a first time. He just needed to have sex more to fix it.
So, renewed, part of his mind focused on holding back the urge to cum while the other part focused on his hands gripping her ass and slamming it aggressively into his pelvis as she milked his cock rapidly.
Pah!Pah!Pah!Pah!Pah!...
His eyes locked on her still-covered breasts, bouncing up and down with the movement.
Then he looked at her face—completely flushed, bangs sticking to her forehead, and a dazed expression as she moaned with her mouth half-open.
"Ahn~!"
Pah!...
Their eyes met and there was an understanding—their faces leaned in for a kiss.
But the sound of the door opening and female voices immediately startled them, cutting the mood short.