episode_0530

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They say humans care less about others than one might think.

True to that saying, I’ve never paid much attention to what people around me were doing while walking down the street.

Even if I happened to glance at someone, the most I’d think was, Oh, they’re walking while looking at their phone—nothing more than that.

But today, perhaps because I was wearing a mask over my usual outfit,

I couldn’t help but feel a little more conscious of others’ gazes.

Especially since the drunkard right next to me—no matter how much she covered half her face with a mask—

“It’s been so long since we’ve gone out like this together, huh? Last time we moved around like this was midsummer, right? Ahh~ It was so hot back then… Oh, now that I think about it, remember when you wore that old school uniform and played teacher? That was kinda nice, wasn’t it? You don’t get many chances to do stuff like that… If we get another opportunity next time—”

“I get it, so shut up. You’re distracting the taxi driver.”

Her long, jet-black hair that reached her hips.

Her tiny stature that barely came up to my shoulders.

Even when she was just wearing a sweater earlier, it was pretty noticeable, but now, with a coat layered on top, it was the same.

Her breasts, for instance.

To someone who knew her, she was the kind of woman who stood out even with her face half-covered.

“You said you booked tickets for the movie that’s starting soon, right?”

“Yep! I didn’t get to look into it much beforehand, but the ratings were decent. Critics gave it around a 7 or 8, I think?”

“What’s the genre?”

“Well… I think the vibe was the protagonist shooting guns?”

“Don’t you usually prefer more emotional stuff?”

“Well, I picked it because I thought you’d like it.”

“…….”

“But how do you know my tastes so well? You’ve always been weirdly good at guessing.”

“Just a hunch.”

“Is it that obvious…?”

If I was going to worry about people’s stares, it’d be better to stick to quieter, out-of-the-way places.

Before I knew it, we arrived at the theater, properly adjusted our masks over our noses, and stepped out of the taxi.

Yozora said she’d picked a quiet theater with low foot traffic.

True to her word, even though it was the weekend, there weren’t many people around.

And the few who were there were all theatergoers, making the street itself feel a little desolate.

Either way, it worked in our favor. Just as I was about to follow the flow of people into the theater building—

Another hand slipped into the pocket already occupied by mine, and I glanced sideways at the petite black-haired culprit standing blatantly next to me.

But even when our eyes met, Yozora remained utterly shameless.

Instead, she wriggled her slender fingers between mine, finally interlocking them, and then flashed a smug look as if she’d won.

Then, as if urging me to hurry, she pushed our interlocked hands forward. In the end,

I matched Yozora’s pace and slowly entered the theater building.

530

“We should head in soon. The previews are probably starting.”

“There’s no point going in now~ We’d just be sitting through 15 or 20 minutes of ads anyway. Let’s rest a bit more before going in.”

“We can rest inside. Get up.”

“Ugh… I don’t wanna just sit through ads…”

“…Now that I think about it, is Japan the same? Showing ads before the movie?”

“That’s not just Korea and Japan—it’s probably the whole world, right?”

Thirty minutes passed as we sat comfortably sunk into the pitch-black sofa in the theater lobby.

Nibbling on the popcorn we’d bought earlier, fingers occasionally brushing as we dug into the bag, the start time crept up on us before we knew it.

The whole time, Yozora clung to me unnecessarily, or leaned against my shoulder despite not being tired.

Honestly, there were more than a few awkward moments, but seeing Yozora now, acting all bothered, put me at ease.

The tiny room in our hideout had become a clean, spacious theater.

The two of us huddled around a small laptop screen had turned into a massive theater screen.

And even Yozora’s attitude.

Though so much had changed, glimpses of the Yozora I knew still peeked through here and there.

It wasn’t quite the warmth of familiarity, but I didn’t dislike it.

After nudging Yozora to get up, I grabbed the large popcorn and pulled her up by the wrist.

Thankfully, she didn’t whine like a child refusing to go.

She just grumbled a little, then took the lead, showing our tickets to the staff—as if worried I wouldn’t know the way.

Come to think of it, she seemed oddly familiar with this theater. Had she been here before?

When I casually asked, Yozora said she’d come here once before with Han Sua.

Apparently, in the fall, an anime that suited Han Sua’s tastes had been released, and while chatting, Yozora had incidentally taken Han Sua’s “theater virginity” before I could.

Not that I cared either way.

Half-listening to Yozora’s chatter, we soon arrived at Theater 3, where we’d booked our seats.

Following the still-lit hallway, we headed to the seats printed on our tickets.

“…Fewer people than I expected. The lobby was pretty crowded.”

“Right? Maybe it’s already past its peak? Or everyone’s still outside…”

“Doesn’t matter. I prefer it quieter with fewer people.”

Row N. Slightly toward the back, but I didn’t mind.

I preferred the middle or back rows over the front too. Seems Yozora had similar tastes.

Though for someone as short as her, sitting too far back might not have been ideal.

Once seated, we killed time watching the usual barrage of ads and emergency exit instructions.

Just as I started wondering when the movie would begin, the lights dimmed sequentially—meaning the ads were finally over.

But there really were fewer people than expected.

Not just our row, but even the ones ahead barely had twenty people total.

Maybe, like Yozora said about waiting until after the ads, this was just how theaters were these days.

Wait, was “these days” even accurate for something ten years ago?

The thought crossed my mind briefly, but I dismissed it as unimportant and focused on the movie.

“…….”

…And so, about 20 minutes passed.

“……Haaah.”

Even if it was a last-minute pick, the critics’ ratings had been decent, but—

Sorry to Yozora, who’d booked it with such enthusiasm, but unfortunately, it wasn’t my kind of movie at all.

If it had been nonstop gunfire, maybe. But instead, it was 20 minutes of headache-inducing philosophy.

Honestly, I’d rather take a quick nap than sit through this.

So I let out a quiet sigh and, instead of the painfully bright screen, let my eyes wander to where the other audience members were seated.

Again, Row N. And since it was pretty far back, there was no one around us. In that case, a quick nap wouldn’t hurt.

If Yozora wasn’t enjoying it either, we could always slip out quietly through the entrance without bothering anyone.

To check, I turned my gaze to Yozora.

“Yozora.”

“Hm?”

But unlike me, who was getting drowsy, Yozora was still wide awake, munching on popcorn.

Now that I thought about it, she was sharper than she looked. Maybe she’d even found the earlier philosophical discussions interesting.

“…Sorry, but I’m kinda sleepy.”

“Huh? The movie’s not doing it for you?”

“Nah. I think it’s just fatigue from Seol Dabin yesterday. So…”

That left me with the option of dozing off alone.

But I couldn’t outright say the movie was boring, so I was about to make some flimsy excuse and close my eyes when—

“…Want me to help with that?”

“…….”

Yozora whispered, her hand beginning to slide over my pants.

I instinctively held my breath and glanced around the dimly lit theater.

As I’d confirmed earlier,

there was no one else nearby.

“…Ah, it’s gotten a little bigger.”

“…Obviously, if you touch it like that.”

“Pffft… Just admit you got hard because of my hand~”

If I could see it, of course Yozora could too.

Maybe because she’d also noticed how empty the place was, she grew bolder, her hand moving more deliberately.

What had been just light rubbing over my pants soon turned into the quiet clink of a belt being undone.

…Worried the noise might draw attention, I caught the buckle with my hand, and then—

A small, pale hand, barely visible in the darkened theater, slowly dragged my zipper down.

“…Hey, hey, you getting excited doing this in public?”

Just moments ago, my cock had merely swelled slightly under her touch.

But now, after resting my arm between Yozora’s breasts,

quietly undoing my belt,

and even more quietly pulling down my zipper—

…the moment Yozora’s fingertips tugged my underwear down—

Throb.

My cock, now fully erect, sprang free with the impatient scent of a male in heat.

“Less ‘excited,’ more ‘worried we’ll get caught.’”

“We call that thrilling~”

“…Was there anyone behind us when we came in?”

“Not when we booked, and now… nope. Still no one.”

“…You picked these seats on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Hehe… Obviously, dummy.”

“Sigh…”

“Want me to tell you something else you might not know yet?”

The same hand that had shyly interlocked with mine in the theater lobby—

a hand that didn’t suit the name “Yozora”—

now gripped my throbbing cock, veins standing out vividly,

and began slowly stroking up and down.

“…This movie’s really boring, huh? Was it a 3/10?”

“…Figures.”

“Mhm… …Ah, wait…”

The loud shouts from the movie.

The gunfire that had only just started—

…were drowned out by the wet, rhythmic sound of her pumping my cock.

And the moans that escaped when I squeezed her chest through her soft sweater—

were drowned out too.

Because no one else—

knew.