The train jerked hard with sudden movements once again, and the packed crowd rearranged itself. Bodies shifted and rubbed off one each other. Jaeho gripped his bag and looked around the train to see if Ms. Ahn had spotted him.
That's when he spotted something that he wished he didn't as he had only heard of these stories online.
There was a man in a roughed up jacket with a disgusting grin already on his face, inching backward through the crowd like he had memorized each time the train would jerk. And in no time, positioned himself directly behind Ms. Ahn, hands already reaching towards her hips.
Jaeho's stomach turned in disgust as he realized right away what was happening.
He knew exactly how this played out as he had seen it enough times on these packed trains, men using the crowd to do the most perverse things.
Ms. Ahn was one of the few teachers who had ever actually given a damn about him. She checked in without making it feel like pity, offered advice even if he didn't ask for it but stepping in meant risking her seeing him, and he wasn't ready for that conversation. The car was too jammed for him to go anywhere anyway and a conversation paled in comparison to what was about to happen.
Another jolt rocked the train. Jaeho went with it, shoulder catching the man's side, shoving him cleanly off course.
The creep kissed his teeth in irritation and shot Jaeho a look. He took in Jaeho's physique into consideration, and decided against whatever he was considering. He disappeared back into the crowd without a word or much resistance.
Jaeho exhaled in relief and Ms. Ahn hadn't noticed him as Jaeho decided to establish a buffer using himself as a shield. Thankfully, Ms. Ahn was focused on the phone.
These types disgusted him more than most. They were cowards who needed a crowd to feel brave, just like his bullies.
Then the train shook again again, it was more violent than the previous ones, and the momentum carried Jaeho straight into the space the man had just vacated.
Now he was pushed right up against Ms. Ahn.
Ms. Ahn's body was pinned near the door by the bodies of the passengers around them. Under normal lighting, she would have glanced back and recognized Jaeho instantly, but the carriage bulbs were dimmer than usual and they flickered, throwing shadows across almost everything, and her attention stayed fixed on her phone screen, fingers scrolling absently without a care in the world.
Jaeho would have expected her to pay more attention to her surroundings as this wasn't the time or place to be so distraced by her phone.
At first Jaeho barely registered the contact. His cock was pressed against her buttocks. It wasn't intentional as he never saw Ms. Ahn in that light. Jaeho shifted his weight trying to create distance and the bodies around him shoved him deeper instead.
Then Ms. Ahn's hips tilted back slightly. It was subtle, just a fraction. Her backside pressed against his groin. Jaeho blinked, and then it hit him what was happening.
Jaeho's body didn't wait for his brain to weigh in as blood rushed south, his cock already half-hard in seconds, the memory of Yura's body still sitting as his cock seemed to have muscle memory of what it felt earlier that day.
He felt the exact moment she noticed because her body stiffened up right away. Then her body soon relaxed and pressed her back even more aggressively against him.
Jaeho was momentarily confused by this. If she turned and saw his face, she might misinterpret this situation. He dropped his head, avoiding the reflective glass of the door.
Now he was staring directly at her buttocks, the fabric pulled over slightly over her buttcheeks, his cock slotted between them like it belonged there. Every bump of the train forced a shallow thrust forward.
He tried to pull back and the crowd didn't let him.
Ms. Ahn's thumb stopped scrolling.
The phone screen glowed but the contents were stagnant, she wasn't reading anything. She wasn't doing anything except standing completely still, self aware of what was happening.
Jaeho braced himself for her pushing him back or complaining about why he was so close.
Instead, her backside began to move.
A slow, deliberate roll, up and down. Her cheeks clenching around his shaft through their clothing, working the length of him in long, unhurried strokes.
"W-What the fuck!?" Jaeho thought to himself right away. He had no idea what she was doing, did she know it was him? There was no way that could be the case.
"Ms. Ahn is a pervert!?" Jaeho thought to himself in disbelief.
The composed, authoritative teacher who could silence a room by walking into it was grinding back on a stranger's cock in a public train without even glancing over her shoulder to see who it belonged to.
He clenched his fists and tried to lean back but the crowd pushed him forward once again.
Did she do this regularly? The thought horrified him but it didn't matter because this was beginning to feel a little too good, the softness of her buttocks now swallowing his fully erect cock but Jaeho was fighting the urge to give into this temptation.
The train bucked hard into the next bend. Jaeho lost his balance and his hand shot out for something to grab so he could balance himself.
"Huh?" Jaeho thought to himself before realizing where his hands had landed.
It landed on her breasts.
The soft weight of it filled his palm instantly through the fabric of her blouse, there were so full under his fingers. He froze completely. Every rational thought he possessed went out the window.
He didn't move even thought everything in his body told him to squeeze them.
The nipple hardened under his thumb through the thin material, he had spent his entire life with his head down, sisters and survival the only two things on his list, no room for anything else. But two sexually charged situation in one day?
Ms. Ahn didn't flinch or resist, her breathing deepened instead, and Jaeho knew right away she had no problem with this.
In the reflection of the door Jaeho caught a glimpse of her face. He could swear he saw a smirk on her face but couldn't be certain.
Jaeho finally squeezed, it was slow, deliberate, his fingers sinking into the full weight of her breasts. She arched back in response, her buttocks clamping around his cock in a grip, his tip was now leaking precum and he was on the verge of busting a nut.
He was about thirty seconds from an outcome that would ruin his shorts and possibly his entire life.
Then the announcement came, they were close to his stop.
Jaeho yanked his hand back and shoved through the opening doors in seconds before Ms. Ahn could even look back, head down, cock pressed against his zipper as he left the area.
Behind him, through the narrowing gap of the closing doors, he thought he heard her exhale like she was disappointed it had come to an end.
He kept walking, one more second and he would have crossed a line he could never walk back from, and some part of him already knew he would have crossed it without hesitation.