It had been a full day since they boarded the train, and Hong Yeowook hadn’t moved once the entire time. He left his seat only three to four times, and even those short breaks lasted between five to ten minutes.
While Hong went to the restroom, Zhenya installed a surveillance camera. Hong had no clue about its existence, where it was, or how it had been planted there. Thanks to this nifty little trick, Taekjoo didn’t need to snoop around all day.
But as soon as one problem disappeared, another arose. “Ah... ah.”
Zhenya’s libido knew no time and place. It wasn’t even the same woman from the night before, the train attendant. The one swaying in the bastard’s arms looked quite familiar, actually. It was another train attendant Taekjoo had seen when he patrolled the second-class train to check on Hong. Yesterday, she was in charge of the first-class compartments. Today, she was assigned to the second-class. Was Zhenya planning to rail every attendant on board before getting off?
It was just past three in the afternoon. Taekjoo had a book open and was trying his best to focus on it. It was useless, of course. It was too bright in the day. Taekjoo didn’t have to look to see. Taekjoo understood that Zhenya didn’t know the meaning of shame. But what about the woman? Did she have no shame as well?
The more Zhenya did it, the more Taekjoo gritted his teeth and held himself back. He was determined to stay. They could have sex anywhere, but choosing to do it here was no different from declaring war. Zhenya might even be a freak who got off on people’s shock and confusion. Whatever it was, Taekjoo had no intention of playing along with any of it.
His mind was wandering, but he gathered himself. Thankfully, the book was interesting enough to help Taekjoo tune out his surroundings.
“Mmmhh... Aaaaaahh...”
However, the two hedonistic heathens did not leave their innocent witness alone. The woman, who’d been squeezing the pillow and clawing at the air, pushed the table. The bottle on top of the table rolled to the side and fell down, breaking into pieces. The vodka inside soaked the floor. Some of it even splashed onto Taekjoo. Taekjoo looked down at his wet pants before looking up. Zhenya’s eyes met his.
“...”
“...”
Taekjoo never imagined Zhenya would feel sorry for what had happened. But to make things worse, he had a smirk on his face. And when Taekjoo scowled, Zhenya even licked his upper lip lazily with his cherry-red tongue. Taekjoo’s eyes involuntarily chased after the red, wet piece of flesh. The bastard seemed to have noticed it, seeing how a smug smile spread across his face.
Right after that, the woman was pushed onto the table. She squirmed, trying to get up. Zhenya pushed her neck back down, then, he lifted her abdomen to match the level of his. The woman had already been on her toes. Now, the legs dangled in the air. Her blonde locks spilled over the edge of the table, almost touching Taekjoo. There was no space in the compartment for Taekjoo to move to. And Zhenya resumed his thrusts.
The action was done with such force that the sound of slapping flesh filled the space. It no longer resembled the sound of human flesh clapping against each other. The table under the woman clunked like it would break any moment. Zhenya’s rhythmic movement occasionally varied. He would pull out all the way and push in deep, and every time he did it, the woman lost herself and moaned like she was going to die.
Taekjoo was sick of them. He finally opened his mouth to say a word.
“Hey—”
“AAAAAAAHHHH!”
He didn’t get to finish his complaint. He tried to speak, but the woman’s moan drowned out his voice. She was already shaking from the overwhelming pleasure, but Zhenya didn’t stop. He kept digging deep and hard. The woman was barely able to breathe, trapped between the table and the bastard. This was beyond tolerable. Taekjoo chose to leave.
But right at that moment, Zhenya pulled the woman’s body up from behind, and the motion caused her unbuttoned shirt to fall open. A pair of soft, fair breasts filled Taekjoo’s vision. He turned to look away, but it was too late. The afterimage was engraved in his eyes. Taekjoo squeezed his eyes shut and tried to suppress his unwelcome urges.
“Oh, hhmmm. Ah—ah, mmmhh.”
Not long after, along with a punching sound, the woman’s body turned rigid. Zhenya seemed to have cummed. Taekjoo could smell the bitter odor in the air. Taekjoo looked away before returning to his former position. He glared at Zhenya, who was calming down a bit after his sexual climax.
In that split second, Zhenya pulled the limp woman against him and gave one final thrust, making her breasts bounce.
Oh, good God.