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 of the stall.
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. It seemed urgent. He was trying to listen outside.
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. She knew it was for the shake of discerning the outside situation. 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, as if a flicker of doubt crossed her mind—of being taken advantage of in a situation where she was totally vulnerable.
Her eyes flicked to his face, but seeing his focus fixed outward, which was alert and protective, her tension eased.
He was genuinely concerned.
It struck her then—this was the first time she had been so close to a man of another gender, touching 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.. and considerate.
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, or perhaps her mind had gone haywire and playing tricks on her.
She felt like time had stopped, and this moment was something special that she could not comprehend. She could feel the firmness of his palm, the same hand covering her mouth felt like it was 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.This was her first experience.
Then her eyes drifted to his jeans. The thick shape of his cock, beneath had distorted the fabric, its outline now seemed more like a hidden canister of cola pressing against the jeans.
'Wh..what is that? why it is so big? she gasped inwardly.
Her heartbeat quickened, and flashes of the hentai shows 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 in anticipation.
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.
'Stupid… stupid, how can I be so stupid,' she quickly reprimanded herself inwardly.
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 his eyes. His aura felt unapolgetic.
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? How will she show her face?
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 which was hard and thick, like a snake waiting to enter her body. It was hard to concentrate and feign being normal.
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 dick's troubling presence and force herself to be comfortable. Touching his knees, she adjusted her hips .
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.
It was a bold move.
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. It was hard to tell when his hand covered her mouth, but she found it comforting as she gazed on him.
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?" For the moment, she felt like screaming. In panic, her heart was beating so loudly that it felt as if, in a few seconds, it might burst out of her chest.
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 persons instead of one. They laughed and trailed away, and she was finally able to catch her breath.
Finally, she sighed in exhaustion. A heavy burden was unloaded from her chest, but the danger was not over yet.
Then she felt it—the twitch of Rohit's dick, pulsing with heat, beneath her legs.
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. One could say how fickle-minded she was, but it didn't matter at the moment. She felt so embarrassed as she remembered how shamelessly she had touched his pants to adjust herself so that she could sit comfortably.
Having done PHD in 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. Worst case, if caught in this state, then no excuse would save him.
It wasn't a small matter, yet he was trying to face it all without an ounce of complaint. Why? Why is he so different?
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?"
As she checked on his face, he was clearly going through discomfort—which wasn't far from the truth, as he really did feel the need to bust his nuts.
Oblivious to her knowledge, it was thanks to the oil massage that he was overly sensitive, or else this situation wouldn't have happened.
Rohit face stiffened as he looked at her.
He showed genuine concern as he tried to hide his obvious boner, but it was a poor performance. "You don't understand… it's not that easy." He hesitated, then added in lower voice with uncertainity, "If I deal with it the wrong way… we might not meet again."
That concern touched her.
Her cheeks warmed, but her eyes didn't waver. She clenched her fingers, grounding herself, trying to convey her emotions into words.
"I know it's… awkward," she said slowly. "But what options do we have?" Her voice dropped, barely more than a murmur. "I might regret this… but maybe I can help. Just once. Don't read into it."
She lifted her gaze again, resolve settling in her expression."Maybe our meeting was never meant to last long. But it wasn't bad. I won't blame you."
"No,"he said, a little too quickly. His face flickered with displeasure as he stood up with pitching tent on pants and added, "I don't want to ruin this. Whatever we have. Let me go — I'll manage."
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 expressions were of hesitation, but Seo-yeon reassured. "We can still continue like nothing happened."
She bent down to her knees and pulled his hands, urging him to sit. "For now… just sit."
Rohit exhaled as he complied, reluctantly. He leaned back, forcing his expression into something strained yet controlled. He would let her to decide the pace.
Then with a sigh he added, "It's… too tight," he muttered in low voice. "If I don't ease it a little, I can't even move."
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.