The sound of the door opening came.
Click
Followed by the sound of two female voices.
"He wanted me to go to his place afterward, can you believe that?"
"Hahaha, maybe he didn't mean anything much, maybe it was just to watch a movie or something?"
While the two women chatted and walked toward the sinks with mirrors, Ho-sang and the redhead were completely still, his cock still hard, pulsing silently inside her.
'Damn it! There couldn't be a worse time!' Clenching his teeth, he stayed in complete silence as his eyes looked toward the door, but his gaze quickly returned to her.
Even without moving, she kept squeezing his cock, lightly stimulating him — thankfully not enough to make him cum, but enough to make him want to grab that ass and start pounding into her again, so before he lost control, he held her.
"Hey, stop squeezing, let's wait until they leave." He held her by the shoulders, whispering as he leaned closer.
However, Ho-sang had forgotten about her ability, because she, who had stopped just like him when hearing the voices, stayed still, focused on the wave of pleasure the cock inside her was giving her — but him touching her snapped her out of that trance.
She blinked at his whisper before smiling softly and making an OK sign with her thumb and forefinger.
Ho-sang blinked in confusion at her expression until he tensed when she stood up. "Wait—"
She rose from his thighs with his cock sliding out with a faint wet sound, the feeling of her tight insides rubbing against him making him tense up.
Then she turned, grabbing his hand and pulling him as she leaned against the wall again, pulling him toward her and glancing over her shoulder, waiting.
'Why are you changing positions?' Ho-sang's lip twitched — he expected her to keep quiet, not to do that.
She waited, breathing hotly, for Ho-sang to penetrate her again, but seeing that he only looked at her in silence, she didn't waste time and immediately grabbed his cock, aiming it at her pussy before pushing herself back onto him.
"Ahn~." She let out a whispered moan before quickly starting to push her hips against him.
Ho-sang clenched his teeth at the feeling of her tight, wet warmth again — he'd been caught off guard with no chance to react, and now that he was inside her again, it was hard to control himself.
'Screw it, I just won't make any noise.' Quickly giving up on resisting, he grabbed her hips and began matching her movements, thrusting into her quickly but without slapping against her to avoid making noise.
"Mhn~." She let out a moan through clenched lips.
"Are you sure that's all he wanted? He could've been a decent guy this time."
One of the women outside commented while touching up her makeup in front of the mirror.
"No, I was sure of what he wanted, and what he wanted was this." The other woman with glasses said, giving her friend's butt a light slap, making her laugh. "I know this type of man, I can smell them from a mile away."
"If you know this type of man, then why do you keep going on dates with guys like that?"
"Hey, it's not my fault if every time they give me that pretty smile, say those sweet words, and buy me things, I get fooled."
"No, you're just a stupid slut."
"Same as you."
"Hahaha."
"Hahaha."
"Ahn~."
As they laughed at each other, a short feminine moan sounded, immediately cutting them off.
"Did you hear that?" The one fixing her makeup looked half-surprised and startled at the other, her voice low as she asked.
"That was a female moan." The other replied equally surprised, her voice also a whisper.
In the stall, Ho-sang was covering the redhead's mouth after that brief moan she let slip. 'Shit!'
He held her against him, but instead of stopping, she kept moving her hips away and back against him, impaling herself on his cock.
'Damn it!' He quickly pushed her forward so she leaned on the door again as he went back to thrusting into her, this time covering her mouth.
"Mhm~." The moan she let out was muffled by his hand, with him now guided only by pleasure as he kept thrusting quickly instead of stopping.
The two women stayed silent, waiting to hear that noise again, but nothing else came — though their suspicions remained.
"Do you think someone's having sex?" The one fixing her makeup asked in a doubtful whisper, her face turning a bit red.
"Do you have any doubt? Of course some slut is having sex!" The other replied in the same whispered tone, her face also reddening, then looked toward the last stall. "The moan came from there."
They both looked toward the stall, the silence in the place seeming deafening. "Do you want to take a look?" The one with glasses asked her friend with a slight perverted smile.
"Why the hell do you want to take a look? That's weird!" The other frowned at her.
"Come on, don't tell me you're not curious to see who the two perverts are?"
"...Alright, but just a quick peek!"
The two then carefully approached the stall, both with flushed faces — one with a crooked smile and the other looking nervous.
Getting closer, they quickly saw through the door gap two pairs of legs — the front wearing flats and the back wearing sneakers. It was clear the one in front was female and the one behind male.
The one with glasses quickly tapped the other's shoulder while gesturing toward the door, but the other stopped her with a frown, whispering, "I saw, damn it!"
They slowly approached until they stood in front of the door. Just as the one with glasses was about to speak, a sound was heard again.
"Ahnn~."
It was muffled, but since they were close, it was loud enough for them to clearly tell it was a moan.
Both of their faces turned redder as the one with glasses' smile widened.
Inside the stall, Ho-sang gritted his teeth as he cursed internally — he couldn't hold on much longer.
While still covering her mouth, his other hand now grabbed her breast, arching her slightly back as his hips slapped rapidly against her ass.
It was the squeeze on her breast that made her let out that louder moan, but he was already so close to climax and so deep in pleasure that he didn't even care.
With the two in front of the door, the one with glasses gestured for the other to give her a foothold so she could see over the door.
The other didn't even question it and just helped her friend — she was curious too.
With her hands in front of her, the one with glasses used the foothold while her fingers quietly gripped the top of the door, slowly pulling herself up.
'Shit!' Meanwhile, the veins on Ho-sang's neck bulged as he breathed deeply through his nose, trying to hold on just a bit more.
And while he held himself, the redhead was completely lost — one hand on the door, the other holding Ho-sang's over her mouth, her flushed face turned upward with glazed eyes, her mind beginning to drift again.
She felt like she was in a forest again — the pleasant weather, a warm feeling in her body like a massage, along with the sensation of sunlight on her skin.
She felt like a butterfly, flying gracefully, surrounded by the beauty of nature.
And then came the break — her consciousness snapping back into her body, those pleasant sensations culminating in a sudden, abrupt wave of pleasure.
"Ahnmnmnnmm~..." A long, muffled moan left her mouth as her pupils dilated, her eyes tearing slightly as she narrowed them.
Her mind was overwhelmed by orgasm, her body reacting strongly, trembling slightly as her pussy squirted faintly.
'Fuck!' Inside her, Ho-sang found himself unable to hold back anymore — watching her ass and thighs spasm, her insides tightening even more and growing wetter along with the spasms was too much for him.
After one last thrust, he quickly pulled out, his cock moving upward with the motion as he finally came.
His ass clenched as the orgasm hit hard, the sensation rolling from his head down through his body as he sank into pleasure, reflexively leaning back, almost letting out a moan of satisfaction.
But as he lifted his head, he almost jumped at the sight of a woman's head appearing right above the door.
That wasn't even the worst part — because his cum shot out like a stream from his cock, flying upward in the same direction.
Ho-sang could only watch in disbelief, mid-orgasm, as the jet of cum hit the face of the woman with glasses.
There was a brief silence as the two stared at each other, until it was broken by a scream.
"Kyaaaaaah!"
The woman with glasses screamed with a horrified expression while Ho-sang's own face twisted in a grimace, swearing internally.
Meanwhile, the redhead in front of him was still completely lost in her orgasm.
...
In front of a café, sitting at an outdoor table, Ho-sang and the redhead sat facing each other, an odd, awkward atmosphere surrounding them — at least, that's how it felt for her.
Ho-sang had his head down, slowly rubbing his forehead. 'I have no idea how the hell we got out of there... Haa, I just hope I don't get arrested for this.' He still didn't know how the two managed to get away unscathed.
After that woman screamed, she apparently ended up falling, and he didn't waste any time getting dressed and telling the redhead. She snapped out of her trance before becoming shocked and horrified, quickly dressing as well.
They then walked out the door, spotting the two women who had been there — the one with glasses seemed to be in shock, sitting on the ground, his cum still on her face while her friend looked at her in disbelief.
Ho-sang and the redhead only exchanged a brief glance with them before quickly running off.
They ran until they left the subway station, only stopping when they felt they were far enough away, and as they caught their breath, the redhead asked to talk to him.
"There's a café nearby... can we talk?" She said, grabbing his sleeve and giving him a slightly embarrassed look, her face red.
And here they were now — but he didn't bother starting a conversation, as he was still worried about the police showing up at his place the next day and arresting him for sexual assault or something like that.
'Wait a second, is accidentally cumming on a woman's face considered assault?' As that irrelevant thought crossed his mind, he heard her voice.
"I'll just say this once, I'm not like that."
"What?" Lifting his head, he looked at her, meeting her now calmer and more serious gaze.
"I said I'm not like that, I don't have sex with someone I don't even know." She said, furrowing her brow.
Ho-sang didn't say anything, just looked at her silently.
"It's just that..." In the middle of her words, her face turned red again as she looked away. "There's something strange about you, touching you... it feels really good." Her gaze turned glazed as if she were remembering, biting her lip softly.
"...I see." Ho-sang nodded, pushing up his glasses. He continued, "Don't worry, I believe you."
She gave him a slightly frowning look — for some reason, she didn't believe him. He had accepted it too easily. But since she was already tired of everything and just wanted to go home, she decided to let it go. "Anyway, my name's Do Hae-Yun."
"Nice to meet you, Do Hae-Yun. My name's Go Ho-sang." Ho-sang gave a slight bow before picking up his phone. "Give me your number."
Hae-yun looked at him a little suspiciously. "Why do you want my number?"
He tilted his head slightly as he looked at her curiously. "Do you want to keep this as just a one-time thing?"
Her brow furrowed at that — she naturally understood what he meant. She had just had sex with a guy she didn't even know the name of until a few seconds ago, and the least expected afterward was that they'd keep some contact to possibly develop things.
The point was, she didn't want to continue — the shame of what she'd done was immense. But there was also her ego and feminine pride — she couldn't accept that this guy had fucked her and would just carry on with his life carefreely. She was not a one-night-stand woman.
"Fine." Still frowning, she took his phone, anger faintly bubbling in her mind. 'You think you can fuck me and just walk away? Hmph, dream on!'
Ho-sang just watched silently, having no idea what was going through her head.
She then handed the phone back to him, convinced he was the type of guy used to this, considering how calm he was at that moment. 'This guy is definitely a womanizing bastard.'
Unaware he was being considered a player, Ho-sang took his phone before standing up and slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Well, I'll be going now. I imagine you're still processing everything that happened, so I'll leave you alone. We'll talk later, bye." He waved his hand before turning and walking away.
Hae-yun narrowed her eyes at that. "Yeah... he's definitely used to this." In her mind, it was practically confirmed that Ho-sang was a skirt-chasing womanizer.