episode_0531

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It was the dead of winter.

Given the weather, there was no way she was dressed lightly, so I took off the coat I was wearing and used it as a makeshift curtain.

The way I draped it over my arm like a coat hanger was so awkward that if anyone saw, they’d naturally think, What the hell are those two doing? But it didn’t matter.

This whole act—I wasn’t doing it with the expectation of getting caught by someone else.

Luckily, we were in the very back row, right?

So even if someone did happen to glance over, this was just the bare minimum precaution, like a mosaic filter.

Logically speaking, if I really didn’t want to get caught, I’d be more conscious of noise than this.

And beyond that, the best course of action would be to leave the theater as soon as possible.

…But it was already too late.

“Want me to take off my bra?”

“No… Just shut up.”

“…Hmph.”

Glaring at Yozora, who bit her lip as if putting on a show for me, I squeezed her breast.

Just like how, moments ago, she had openly stroked the head of my cock, I didn’t even bother slipping my hand under her clothes—I went straight for the outside.

Wrapping my arm around her back, I kneaded her breast, feeling the stiff texture of her bra and the softness of her sweater.

Even if someone turned their head, they’d see Yozora with one of her breasts being shamelessly groped by me.

Carelessly.

“……. ….”

Yozora, still pretending to be composed, her breathing gradually growing rougher.

…The sound of her small hand stroking my grotesquely erect cock.

The sound of my veiny fingers kneading her warm, sweet-smelling breasts.

All of it—

Hidden sloppily beneath the noise of the B-movie.

“…Hah.”

“Nngh……, …….”

After persistently fondling her breasts over her sweater, her bra strap finally slid down her shoulder a little.

Because of that, her still-soft nipple peeked out from under the bra, and through the thin layer of her sweater, I could faintly feel it.

So after stopping my selfish groping of Yozora’s heavy breasts—

I went even bolder.

I pressed my fingertips against her nipple and rubbed it shamelessly.

“……Ah, re…ally……. …You’re… the worst….”

Was it because of that?

Even as Yozora lowered her head and muttered something under her breath—quiet enough that only I could hear—

Her hand, busily stroking my cock, never stopped.

Her cute thumb still diligently rubbing the tip.

And even using her thumb, now sticky with pre-cum, to mercilessly rub the entire length of my shaft— …still didn’t stop.

The screen, which had long since lost our attention, did nothing but hide the sounds we made.

Now completely ignoring it—

“…Hah……, ….”

I relentlessly teased Yozora’s hardening nipple while—

Lightly.

I bit her ear.

“Ah, that… tickles…….”

The sound of Yozora’s shy laughter was several times louder than the gunfire from the movie.

Normally, she’d just squirm and say it tickled before clinging to me, insisting on doing more herself.

But given that we were in a place where getting caught wouldn’t even be surprising, even Yozora couldn’t pretend not to care at all.

It was obvious.

I knew her better than anyone.

“…….”

And yet, this crazy bitch still—

With a playful, amused smirk, as if enjoying this situation—

Pressed her thumb harder against the head of my cock, stimulating me even more.

“…Hey. Yozora.”

“…….”

“Get down.”

“…….”

100%—

This was what she wanted.

“…Suck it. And don’t make a sound.”

“…Fhah, mmph… Brr….”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Yozora knelt before me.

Looking down at her grinning face, I pushed my fully erect cock between her lips.

If I accidentally jabbed the back of her throat, she’d gag—so I didn’t go too deep.

The rest was up to her.

“Slurp, mmph……. Chu…mph….”

Draping my coat over her as a flimsy cover—

Whether Yozora bowed her head and took me deeper,

Or noisily rubbed her tongue against me,

…Or pulled my saliva-slick cock out to lick the head with the tip of her tongue—

This whole scheme had been her idea.

Her doing.

“…Hehe, you’re already close, aren’t you…?”

“Not that much. A little.”

“Ehh~ Isn’t that what they call premature? Right?”

“Stop talking nonsense and just finish it. You don’t actually want to get caught either, do you?”

“Weeell, I mean~ When the great Yozora is going this far for you… Of course you’d cum fast. Right?”

Mixing our quiet voices as Yozora planted kisses along the base of my cock.

“…Ah, but you can’t cum yet, okay? If you do, your face, hair… and the back of this seat will be covered in that sticky stuff… and then we’ll really be screwed….”

“…If you know that, then get ready to take it in your mouth again. Stop stroking it.”

“No~pe. You messed with my nipples earlier… so I’m gonna mess with you too.”

“…….”

“So don’t cum yet…? You can’t just cum whenever you want…. …Hahh…….”

“……Hah….”

Despite doing everything she could to make me cum—using her slippery saliva like lotion as she stroked me—

She acted like I shouldn’t cum yet, gently sucking on my balls with her lips as if they were precious.

“…If you don’t want to get photographed covered in cum, quit messing around.”

“Pffft… What, were you really that close? …This thing’s twitching like crazy.”

“Yozora.”

“Yes, yessir. I’ll take it in my mouth again….”

Holding back as much as I could—

I came far less than usual.

Just enough to barely satisfy my lust.

…Even if it wasn’t nearly enough.

Wordlessly, I spilled into Yozora’s mouth.

“…….”

But maybe because of that—

With my most pressing desire even slightly sated, I couldn’t help but see this situation a little more rationally.

I wasn’t some animal. We weren’t completely alone, either.

What kind of idiot gets a blowjob in broad daylight in a movie theater?

Just thinking about it, the location was way too risky.

Even if the nearest people weren’t that close, there were definitely other viewers besides us.

If Yozora’s loud sucking or the sound of me thrusting into her throat had cut through the movie’s gunfire and reached someone’s ears—would things have ended as quietly as this?

Instead of being dragged around by this drunk just because she touched me over my pants, I should’ve taken her to a motel or something.

Trying to calm my still-pounding heart even after cumming—

I flicked Yozora’s forehead silently as she stuck out her tongue to show she’d swallowed everything, then whispered:

“…Let’s get out of here. You said the movie was boring anyway.”

“And after we leave…?”

“…We’ll get a motel or something.”

“…….”

If we were just going to a motel anyway, there was no reason to keep watching a movie she didn’t even like.

So when I cautiously suggested it, Yozora grinned and nodded.

After packing up with her—now munching on the last of the popcorn—we headed toward the entrance we’d come from, careful not to disturb the other viewers.

Just as I was trying to remember the layout to find the exit—

“…? What, why?”

Yozora, who had been following quietly, suddenly grabbed my coat.

I stopped and turned around.

“Over~ there.”

“…There?”

Following the jut of her chin, I spotted a restroom.

The kind you’d expect in a theater, for viewers watching the current film.

Maybe she had to pee or something.

“If you need to go, go. I’ll wait here.”

Given how the plan had already gone off the rails, we had plenty of time.

Besides, the reason I’d met Yozora today was just to keep her company for a bit before going to get a drink anyway.

So as I pulled out my phone to check if I’d missed any urgent messages—

Yozora, looking oddly excited, shook her head side to side and spoke in the same hushed tone as before.

“Remember the first place we did it?”

“…….”

I remembered.

The day I’d approached Han Soo-ah, who was with Yozora, at a bookstore.

In the men’s restroom stall of the same building, Yozora and I had slept together for the first time.

No way I’d forget.

“Back then, I was too embarrassed to admit my tastes… so I tried really hard to make you hate me….”

“…Don’t you think it’s weird to assume you’d get raped just because you acted like you hated someone?”

“But… …Back then, I just had a feeling you would.”

“…….”

That was only because—

By then, I’d already figured out why you’d been so cruel to me for the past ten years.

And why, at the same time, you’d acted so strangely close.

“…If it weren’t for your looks, it never would’ve led to something like rape.”

“…Heh. So it was because of this~”

“Your chest was part of it. But your face was kinda my type, too.”

“……Hmm, hmm.”

Probably what Yozora wanted to hear.

And, well, it wasn’t entirely a lie.

About 40% true.

Tossing out whatever came to mind, I stared down at Yozora.

“……So I was your type…? …Ahah….”

Out of all the women I knew, you were the only one with that kind of taste.

Playing at love, playing at being a teacher—I could do that with other girls, too.

But the only one I could overlay onto the you I knew back then—

Was the you right here.

The you from the past.

The you here now.

I knew well enough that, in some way, you loved me.

“…Hey, Seo Woo-jin. In that case—”

“Why the sudden formal speech?”

“No, just, it felt right… …Anyway!”

“…….”

“……The men’s restroom… it’s right there. No staff around….”

“…….”

“So… for old times’ sake… or something… y’know….”

Honestly, I’d thought you were just a pain in the ass.

But now—

“………Wanna?”

You were the kind of girl who’d go along with a weird date like this without complaint.

That’s why I liked you.