Nearly 500 spectators were queuing in the concert hall.
After setting up the fence for zoning in the arena, I finished folding flyers, and then went to organise the merchandise line at the entrance.
I'm glad that the hourly wage is high because I have to set up the place, but the labour after yesterday's sex with Yamamoto-san is unbearable.
It's sunny outside.
The spherical roof reflects the sun and shines.
I went around distributing bottles of mineral water and fans to each of the customers that overflowed outside.
"Hot..."
In this damn hot weather, we event staff are working in suits.
Just doing this makes me feel strongly that I don't want to work in sales in the future.
After taking precautions against heatstroke, I returned to the entrance and helped separate the lines for goods by dozens of people.
The process of counting the number of people, asking the people here to please move forward, and then opening first rope and letting the goods flow to the vendor is repeated.
From there, other staff members guided customers through the shop.
There were acquaintances in my line who I worked with last year as well.
One male and one female university senpai.
It's unusual for someone to work as an event staff member while still in high school, and I was recognised by these two.
"Sotocchi. Once this is cleared, it's time to explain the actual layout. Gather at the West Exit A Door."
Agata-san, a woman quite short for a university student, called out to me.
Even though she's old enough to drink, she's still as tall as Miyu.
"Weren't we meeting up in front of the smoking area?"
"The person maintaining the line has been told to change the door number, so I'm calling out to you. Keitaro's also the same."
Door number, huh.
It's pretty easy since my role is just to monitor people going in and out during the concert.
This time it was a standing male idol concert, so I was glad I didn't have to hold down the fence at the feet of the rowdy female audience.
"Chief, we're all here."
I came to the rendezvous point with Agata-san.
I listen to the explanation from the chief, who is in charge of organising the part-time jobs, and check each person's placement.
In the dense crowd of about 20 people, a blond man was modestly waving his hand.
"Hey Agata, that's Sotomichi... right?"
After the explanation, Keitaro-san, a blond-haired man, called out to me.
We were grouped together and will be in close proximity, so the three of us were moving together.
"It's Sotocchi. Something's changed about him though."
"What's this, a high school debut? A little late, huh?"
"Even Keitaro dyed his hair since his second-year, right?"
Agata-san and Keitaro-san seem to be in the same university band.
Back then, when I was approached, I felt extremely alienated, but now I am strangely not nervous.
"Is that muscle idiot not coming anymore?"
Keitaro-san asked me about Takanami.
Last year, he only came to work part-time as an event staff member once, but he quit because it didn't suit him.
"Takanami seems to be busy with club activities."
Although he is a slacker, he is a talented guy and should be busy during the summer of his second and third years.
When we arrived at the designated spot, it was time for a break until the live performance started.
The venue is quiet before guests enter.
The three of us sat side by side on a bench in the aisle.
“So, Sotocchi got a girlfriend?”
A sudden topic brought up by Agata-san.
Are all girls thinking the same thing?
"I don't have one right now."
"Hoho. By now, you mean you had one before?"
"It was a short period of time."
"Ehh. Okay, okay. What kind of girl was she?"
Agata-san leaned forward happily.
She's talked to me proactively before, but girls are different when it comes to love stories.
"Don't probe too much just because he's been dumped."
Keitaro-san puts his hand on her shoulder with a satisfied look on his face.
This guy looks like the person I wouldn't be surprised by if he had a girlfriend, but he doesn't have the aura of a woman at all.
"It's not necessarily a bad thing to break up, is it? He's changed for the better anyways."
"Nn, that's true. Last time I met him, I thought he was a more dark-hearted person."
"Too much clarity. I was surprised too."
No matter what I hide, I'm the most surprised.
I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life dealing with 2D people, but now I've already had sexual relationships with four women.
I had convinced myself that I couldn't trust women, that they weren't decent people anyways.
Now, I can talk properly with people I only meet a few times a year.
"It's difficult to talk about the details, but it wasn't a difficult breakup."
"Yeah, yeah. I guess you met a nice girl. It's good that you're making steady progress."
"Ah, I wish Agata had been a good girl too."
"Shut up."
Keitaro gets punched mercilessly by Agata-san.
"It hurts! You, women who commit violence are not popular!"
"If you are attacked, hit back is our family motto."
"Seeing Agata like this, why didn't I realise that that educational policy was a failure?"
"You're saying that because you want to get hit."
From there, the fight between Agata-san and Keitaro-san (although it was Agata-san's one-sided violence) began, and I was vaguely watching their familiar interactions.
My mind is calm.
Before, I couldn't help but feel jealous when I saw this kind of interaction between men and women.
"Hey, you guys, it's time for the guests to come in! Be quiet!"
After being scolded by the chief who came on patrol, we finally got back to work.
Then, I finished my part-time job just before the summer sun set.
Due to the scale of the job, the clean-up work took a long time, and I felt some regret that I had taken on a part-time job that included setting up from the first day.
However, if I don't earn money, I won't be able to play, and I won't be able to buy PC parts.
One who does not work should not eat.
There's no way a person who never struggles can enjoy a fun and free life.
"Sotocchi, good work!"
"Thank you for your work."
On my way back, I was stopped by Agata-san.
Keitaro-san is also coming from behind.
"Hey hey, Sotocchi. Let's go have a drink."
"Eh? I'm a minor, you know?"
"Of course, Sotocchi can drink soft drinks. Well, when I started drinking at this age, I got hooked. I usually go out drinking with friends, but this time I thought I'd go with Sotocchi."
"Ahh, I see."
Don't get lost in this.
It's strange to me, but it's not that I don't want to go.
I'm already tired today, so I want to go to bed early, and I'm not the type of person who wants to stay after my part-time job to talk to people, so I instinctively feel like saying no.
"I don’t have much on hand."
It's a rude way to say no, but I really don't want to waste money.
But, surprisingly, I don't mind sharing a meal with them.
This is probably because I kept trying to get involved with various people because I felt I had to date girls other than Miyu.
"I'm saying it's fine! I won't take money from juniors who can't drink."
She's going so far to invite me, huh.
Considering that I don't have to use my pocket money for dinner, it's actually a good deal, so I guess it won't be all bad.
"If that's the case, please treat me with moderation."
I gave a reply that would have been unbelievable to the old me and ended up going to a bar with Agata-san and her friends.
"Hmm... this alcohol is a little weird. It's just sweet and there's nothing really enjoyable to it."
Agata-san ordered sake, cocktails, and whiskey in order, then continued her mysterious tasting with only edamame as a snack.
"You, there's no point in comparing the tastes at a cheap izakaya like this."
Keitaro had been drinking beer all this time.
After saying it tasted bad and bad, he got used to it after being forced to drink it frequently in circles.
"It's not cheap! It costs 800 yen for a glass, right? And yet, they take a long time to bring you drinks and you have to check your age."
Akata-san was beating Keitaro's back.
She's quite intoxicated.
People change so much when they drink.
Let's learn while I can.
"So, Sotocchi, why don't you start a new relationship?"
And then the killer pass came to me.
The edamame that went with her sake has run out, and I guess that means I'm next.
"I'm trying my best, but I've had a lot of trouble."
How should I explain my current situation.
It's the same with Miyu, but my relationship with Yamamoto-san isn't something I can talk about so easily.
But yeah.
I came this far because I wanted to have a healthy relationship so that I could have sex with a girl other than Miyu.
In other words, the end point of my relationship with Yamamoto-san is that we will be dating.
Why haven't I thought about it until now?
"Trouble? The person Sotocchi loves is in love with someone else?"
"Maybe Sotomichi's being approached by a woman he doesn't like."
"Or he can't choose because he likes multiple girls."
"I think he's suffering from erectile dysfunction because he was dumped by his ex-girlfriend."
Akata-san and Keitaro spoke alternately.
"Keitaro has too many negative thoughts. Keitaro needs to take a more active approach."
"Ah? It's lame for a man to chase after a woman, isn't it?"
"That way of thinking is lame!"
In addition, Agata-san slaps Keitaro-san on the knee, and Keitaro-san makes an appeal against violence.
"So, Sotocchi, what is it?"
Agata-san asks with a pout.
Keitaro also placed his mug on the table and took additional orders.
"I feel like I've always had a crush on someone, and I don't really understand what that person is thinking, so I'm holding back..."
This is just a parable.
I know that there is some problem in calling my feelings for Miyu love.
It's just that I had a one-sided lust for Miyu, and it just happened to be accepted, and our erotic relationship continued, but I've never done anything for Miyu as a man.
However, it is also true that I'm captivated by Miyu's every move as a girl, and it is also difficult to express this in anything other than love.
I wonder if this is the end result of Miyu's contradictory attitude.
If I approach her as a man, she will tell me it's disgusting, and if I treat her like an onahole, she'll mutter, 'It's not really a problem.'
It's not possible that someone likes sex itself and doesn't want to fall in love.
If that were the case, she wouldn't have chosen me anyways.
"Heh. Well, first tell me how you got dumped."
From then on, prompted by a grinning and amused Keitaro, I somehow managed to keep the conversation moving along nicely while Agata-san physically reminded Keitaro of his misspeaks.
It was on my way back from the bar that a small incident occurred.
It was still too early for working people to go home, and too late for students to stay.
As I was leaving the izakaya and heading towards the station, Keitaro-san nudged me on the shoulder and drew my attention to a side street of a certain izakaya.
"Hey, isn't that girl really cute?"
A step later, I looked at the spot, where a bar employee was carrying beer bottles to the back of the store.
A tall woman with a ponytail.
Even from a distance, the store's uniform, the T-shirt, can be seen pushed up by two rich hills.
"Should I ask for her address~"
Keitaro-san, perhaps drunk, suddenly declares he's a pickup guy.
The power of liquor is truly amazing.
"Didn’t you say earlier that chasing women is lame?"
"It would be a different story if she's that high-quality."
"Hmm. Then why don't you go talk to her?"
Agata-san, whose steps were unsteady, glared at Keitaro-san in a displeased manner.
"I wanna chat, but the other person's also at work."
"Wow. What a coward. Lame."
"What's with that. Are you sure I'll succeed if I call out to her during work? It'll only cause trouble."
When the two of them started fighting again, the store employee seemed to realize that the voice was directed at her, and turned her attention towards us.
Then, as expected, the employee walks towards me from the back of the store.
I thought she might have mistaken me for a customer, and as I was at a loss as to how to explain it, the female employee came out of the darkness from the side of the street.
When the store clerk's face was illuminated by the city lights, I let out a voice at the familiar face.
"Ya-Yamamoto-san!?"
"It's Sotomichi-kun after all. Have you finished your work?"
"Ahh... yeah..."
My heart suddenly became cold.
This situation is quite awkward in front of Keitaro-san.
"Eh? What? Sotocchi, do you know this girl?"
"Hah...? Hey, Sotomichi. What's the meaning of this?"
The two of them quickly approach closer to me.
If the girl I was talking about while blabbering in the bar earlier is found out to be this Yamamoto-san, it will be very troublesome the next time we meet.
"Um, my friend."
I'll get through it with a safe answer.
Yamamoto-san is also at work.
We probably won't be able to talk for long anyways.
...It's fine for me and Yamamoto-san to be friends, right?
"Seriously, Sotomichi! You should just switch schools with me!"
"Please don't ask for the impossible."
"Because you say it's impossible, it's impossible! I mean, are you really friends? Do you hang out with this girl on a regular basis? Yamamoto-san, was it? Is he for real?"
Let's put aside whether the definition of 'friend' refers to someone you play with.
Keitaro-san is on the verge of going crazy from the shock, so I want to leave this place as soon as possible.
"Yes, Sotomichi-kun and I are friends."
Yamamoto-san looks at me and winks lightly.
"That being said, it comes with a 'sex' at the beginning."
Then, leaving behind an outrageous bomb, Yamamoto-san disappeared into the store while covering her mouth with her hand.
Agata-san opened her mouth and froze.
Keitaro stood with a straight face.
"Hey."
Keitaro grabbed me by the shoulder.
To be precise, I haven't done anything that would be considered offensive yet, but even if I say something like that, I don't think I'll be able to get away with it.
"You're going to the after-party, right!?"
With a face like an ogre crying, I was taken to the izakaya again.
After that, Keitaro-san, who couldn't stop crying, poured shots of tequila into himself, and once he was completely destroyed, the after-party was over.
Apparently Agata-san's house was nearby, so the two decided to go home together, Keitaro being carried on her shoulders into a taxi.
I hope the inside of the car isn't covered in vomit.
When I headed to the station, I was surprised at how many people there were.
The time was almost 9:00 p.m.
The problem seems to be that the trains that stop are so crowded that people on the platform can't get on.
When I looked inside the car, I could see a few women in yukata.
Apparently there was a fireworks display nearby, and I got caught up in the rush on my way home.
Even though it's not far from the local area, the train itself has been delayed so I have no idea when I'll be home.
In addition, the express train which would be quicker is running at each station only today.
The congestion caused by the fireworks display shouldn't have caused such a major response, but it appears that delays related to other matters are also contributing to the problem.
I rushed into the crowded train, prepared to get my sweaty suit all messed up.
I was squeezed in so tightly that I couldn't even hold on to the railing, and was standing still due to the pressure from my surroundings.
I put my baggage in front of me and moved my hands as close to the door as possible so I wouldn't be mistaken for a molester.
However, with the train being so crowded, I doubt whether coming to the door was the right thing to do.
After two stations, I came to the wall, but being pinched by the hardness of the wall hurt more than being pinched by a human being.
Even when I tried to open up some space, it only alleviated the pain of being hit by something hard like a belt, and I couldn't seem to move my arms from my shoulders.
It's hot and humid, it hurts, and to make matters worse, my legs get tired because the train keeps making sudden stops.
The people around me seemed to be equally exhausted, and I could see some people listening to music to relieve their stress, and some people stuck to the handrails.
"Nn...?"
Meanwhile, an unexpected event struck me.
It felt like someone was touching my butt from behind.
I'm a man, so I thought I was forcing their hand on me because they wanted to lift their luggage, but unbelivably, they used both hands to fondle my butt.
This is molestation, isn't It.
What do I do.
I want it to be some kind of misunderstanding.
I'm a man.
But when someone touches me so openly, I can't help but think of it as a molester.
But how do I deal with it?
When I think that the delayed train is going to be delayed because of me, I'm so scared of the complaints from the passengers that I even feel like I should be the one to sacrifice myself.
Just a few more stops and I can get out.
I have to put up with having my ass touched.
"--!?"
Immediately after I made up my mind to do so, the molester put their arms around my waist.
They sneaks their hands into the narrow space left for both of my arms, and this time they places their hand on top of the zipper of my pants.
It seemed like they were searching for the location of my cock with their fingertips and checking its shape.
Disgust wells up at that feeling.
--That's what I was expecting.
Perhaps it was because I didn't feel uncomfortable about this situation.
On the contrary, I even think that the hand that gently strokes me feels good.
No good, I can't let myself get sucked into this kind of play.
No matter how distorted my sexual tendencies are, I shouldn't be able to get excited by being molested by a stranger--who might even be a man.
Although I thought so, my body didn't move regardless of being cramped.
A faint mixture of fear and curiousity.
How good would it feel to have my private parts teased by someone I've never met before?
That kind of thinking is what really makes me unable to move, even though I make excuses like 'I'm too scared to move.'
The molester's hand did not stop.
They're pulling down the chuck on my pants, opening the button on my trunks, completely going for the thing.
Using only the range of motion of their fingers and wrist so that those around them wouldn't notice, their hand touched my cock.
"Uu... fuuh..."
My raw penis is being touched.
Picking up the rod with one finger and rubbing the glans with the other finger.
This is really bad.
It's getting hard.
The hand that strokes my cock, its body temperature, and its softness give me irresistible pleasure.
The molester put their hand inside my pants.
They're checking all of my secrets.
Using the entire palm of their hand and each finger, they stroke everything from the bottom of my balls to the tip of my glans.
"...uu...!"
It feels so good that my voice is leaking.
If this is a man, I've opened the door to a world I never knew existed.
However, even from my limited experience, the shape of their slender hands, the softness of their skin, and the feel of their skin itself, I don't think they're a man.
Somehow, I feel like a soft touch is hitting my back.
This is a woman's boobs, isn't it?
Now, think calmly.
It's impossible for a molester to do something like this.
In this crowded place, they purposely stuck behind me and touched my cock without hesitation.
And those hands are already moving up and down, starting to scratch my bad son.
"Aguh... i...!"
I-it feels good.
I can feel it even with the slightest movement of their wrist without anyone around me knowing.
This can't be a man's doing.
I mean, I can't think of anyone else who would do something like this.
"Haah... haah...!"
--It's Yamamoto-san.
Yamamoto-san is pretending to be an unknown molester.
High school students can't work part-time jobs late at night, and it's hard to imagine that Yamamoto-san, who starts the day preparing lunches, would stay at the store until the very end.
If that's the case, there's a possibility that this time coincides with her return trip.
Now that I think about it, when Yamamoto-san played a naughty prank on me, it was from behind at school.
The second time was in a changing room at a shopping mall, and the time I got a blowjob was in the reference room.
Yamamoto-san, doesn't she like this kind of outdoor play too much?
She looks like an innocent person, has a lot of experience, and has a pure side, but her play is perverted.
I don't understand Yamamoto-san's sexual orientation at all.
However, what I can say is this.
"Ah... ii..."
Anyways, my crotch is filled with pleasure.
Yamamoto-san's hands coat the entire body with the pre-cum that overflows from the head and carefully massages it from the bulge to the back.
I felt like I was about to ejaculate.
This pleasure is the proof of Yamamoto-san's identity.
"Thank you for your patience. Soon--"
Finally, the next stop.
The next station after this is the one I get off at.
The molester withdrew from my cock for the time being, but still made no attempt to move away.
Passengers began to disembark one by one from the door on the opposite side, and the train, which had been overcrowded, became less crowded.
Still, for better or worse, the area around the door remained densely populated due to the people who entered the car and refused to go further inside.
Of course, the molester, Yamamoto-san, continued to torture me with pleasure.
With the force of rubbing against the door, she drags my cock out of my pants and continues to stimulate me.
If this goes bad, we'll be accused of public indecency.
As expected of Yamamoto-san, she must have been aware of her surroundings before doing so, but it was just terrifying to me as I couldn't even move my neck satisfactorily.
And that feeling of fear and guilt increases my sexual arousal.
I can't believe she's openly giving me a handjob in front of so many people.
I guess she's doing this because she knows I can't ejaculate.
What is Yamamoto-san going to do if I can't hold back anymore and shoot my semen on the wall?
"Auh... haah...!"
Yamamoto-san has tightened her grip on my cock.
Along with the snapping of her wrist, she intensifies her handjob.
"Fuuh... uuguh...!!"
A voice comes out.
It feels so good, I'm going crazy.
'Soon--'
An announcement comes from the conductor.
At that moment, the hard, erect penis that had been ravaged on the train was finally released.
The train was gradually slowing down and was about to enter the station platform.
The second problem I noticed.
When I get off at the station with such a maximum erection, my crotch will stand out.
Worse case scenario, I might be arrested on another molestation charge at that point.
I got off the train along with the flow of passengers, stood behind a pillar so that people heading for the ticket gate couldn't see my crotch, and waited until people cleared from the platform.
"Ara, Sotomichi-kun. What a strange coincidence, in a place like this."
A woman suddenly appeared from behind me.
This is our second encounter today.
"Coincidence, you say... I was really surprised, you know."
If it wasn't for Yamamoto-san, I feel like I would have abandoned half of my life.
"It's become quite amazing, hasn't it?"
Yamamoto-san looks at my tight slacks and chuckles.
"Because someone's playing pervert."
"Ehh. Sotomichi-kun must have been happy. It was dripping a lot of juice."
"Uu......"
I can't argue with her if she hits me there.
Well, I had some fun with it too, so I guess it's the same for both of us.
"Does Sotomichi-kun go home by bicycle?"
"I'll go by bus today. I want to avoid exercising and sweating as much as possible when wearing a suit."
"Then we can go home together."
Yamamoto-san walked beside me.
The man walking next to her seems to be holding a bag in front of him to hide his erection, but I wonder if that's okay.
"Do you like that kind of thing, Yamamoto-san?"
On the way to the bus stop, I decided to ask Yamamoto-san.
It's important to understand each other's sexual orientation if we want to deepen our sexual relationship in the future.
I don't necessarily want to explore the past.
"What do you mean by 'that'?"
"Well, you know. Things like doing it outside. You did a lot at school and other stuff too."
"Ah......"
Yamamoto-san thinks with a serious face.
Was she aware of it?
"I'll tell you, I've only ever done naughty things outside the house with Sotomichi-kun, okay?"
"Eh, seriously?"
When something like that happens to me, it's suddenly hard to believe what she says.
Of course, I understand that the prank against me was to solve Yamamoto-san's troubles.
But even so, the first naughty prank can only be seen as something that someone who likes that kind of play would do.
"Well, I guess that's true. It's not like I haven't thought about doing it before. In fact, there are people who let it out even when they're outside."
I see.
It's just a matter of fact, but even if they tried, everyone would ejaculate before they do this play with her, so this couldn't have happened with them before.
"So, just to answer, I like it."
"I see. Well, I like it too."
"I thought so."
Yamamoto-san laughed cheerfully.
This smile always heals me.
"The buses are lined up, aren't they?"
Although it was nice to get to the bus stop, a lot of people were queuing up.
Even though my cock is still hard, there's something scary about moving around with this group.
"But people who use this bus stop usually take the bus for Yakushimae, right? If it's near my house, there's one that ends earlier."
"Is that so."
I only use the bus when I have part-time work.
I always only used the one that went to the same destination.
"Look, that bus. There aren't many people on it, but don't worry, you'll get home safely."
I got on the bus with Yamamoto-san.
There are only a few passengers sitting in the chairs near the front.
In this situation, where the bulge in my crotch is hidden in the back, it would be better if there were no people around.
We lined up in the back seat.
It takes about 15 minutes to get from the bus to my house, depending on traffic conditions.
"Anyway, it's a little embarrassing to run into each other like this after sending such a message."
Well, she did say the next time we'd meet would be in two days.
I feel like the reason for her embarrasssment is a little off, but that's okay.
"For me, it's good to see you."
"S-saying such embarrassing things."
Yamamoto pulls her ponytail up to her mouth and hides half of her face.
This kind of deliberate gesture is also a cute part of Yamamoto-san.
The bus left on time, but no one came after us.
In the lonely bus surrounded by the quiet of the night, we hesitate to talk in private.
"By the way, I wonder how long Sotomichi-kun will be doing this."
Yamamoto-san spoke to me in a whisper and poked my tent.
"This… it can't be contained naturally…"
After what she did to me, I was very horny.
It will probably shrink a little during the bus ride, but the only way to completely release the gas is to ejaculate.
"Wanna cum?"
Yamamoto-san asked in a low voice, hiding her face.
"Eh, h-how do I...?"
"I don't know. But if you want to do it, I think we have to do what Sotomichi-kun wants to do."
Do what I want, huh.
To what extent is that permissible?
"Does that mean... um... you can do that for me... now...?"
"If Sotomichi-kun says now is the time, it’s now."
Yamamoto-san stared at me as if to incite me.
But her body doesn't move.
She's waiting for my orders.
“Then, if I tell you to do it with your mouth, will you do it for me…?”
"Nn? You want me to blowjob here?"
"I-I guess that's what's going to happen."
I said it.
Even though there are regular passengers on board.
"It's fine."
Yamamoto-san leans her hands over to me about the seat.
With her arms bent and her mouth on my crotch if she got down on her knees, Yamamoto-san stopped moving again.
She's waiting for me to take it off.
I can't believe I'll be exposing my private parts again in public.
"T-This is..."
I lowered my zipper and peeked out my glans through the slit in my trunks.
The air conditioning on the bus makes my crotch feel cool.
"Should I just suck this?"
Yamamoto-san asks in a faint voice, as if just taking a breather.
"Yeah. Ah... But, I've been sweating a lot today, so it doesn't look very pretty though..."
My body is not flatteringly clean right now.
I'm sweaty from working long hours, and my genitals, which were smeared with pre-cum from the handjob she'd just given on the train, are filled with the smell of sweat and semen.
"Huh."
Yamamoto-san pursed her lips slightly and made a dissatisfied face.
"But Sotomichi-kun, you want me to suck it, right?"
My heart throbbed, my penis twitching at the same time.
It's not that I particularly like having my sweaty dick in a mouth, but when she says those words again, my body reawakens with excitement.
"Eh, um. Is that okay for you, Yamamoto-san?"
"If Sotomichi-kun tells me to do it, I will."
Yamamoto-san was just passive.
Even though Yamamoto-san was the one who invited me, it feels like I'm doing something wrong.
But if I stop at this point, the atmosphere will be ruined.
I'm sure Yamamoto-san doesn't want that.
"Then, take this in your mouth."
"I understand."
Yamamoto-san followed my orders as if she were an obedient servant.
She lowered her head and brought her lips close to the exposed genitals inside the bus.
"--!"
That wet viscosity enveloped my innermost part, which was open to the outside.
Inside the bus, with only the sound of the bus engine and the noise of cars running next to me, Yamamoto-san took my penis into her mouth.
She opens her mouth wide, sticks out her tongue long, and shows off how she licks my penis.
My eyes were glued to Yamamoto-san because of the extremely obscene blowjob.
Yamamoto-san narrows her lips slightly and licks off the dirt from the epidermis of my penis, as if putting on a condom with her mouth.
Yamamoto-san was also looking at me.
She glares at me sideways and continues to make me out to be the bad guy.
I'm not trying to force her to give me a blowjob though.
I can't stand the thrill.
"Nn... chupu."
Yamamoto-san looked up as the bus stopped.
A person who was standing at the bus stop gets into the bus.
Yamamoto-san narrowed her eyes and glared at me more intensely.
"Terrible semen odour."
"Uu... S-sorry..."
No matter how carefully a man washes his groin area, especially if he ejaculates every day, when he sweats, he'll start to smell a mysterious semen odour.
It is unclear whether the habit of ejaculation affects the sweat glands, but the steamed genitals in this hot season should have a considerable male odour.
Even so.
“If I ask you to suck it again, will you do it for me?”
The old woman who got on board sat in the priority seat in the front.
No one was in a position where they could see the back seats yet.
"Do you want me to?"
"Yeah."
"Nfufu. It can't be helped."
Yamamoto-san resumed servicing my cock after a question and answer session that probably meant nothing.
She presses my pants down to the base and lets the entire rod of my penis come out completely.
Then, without putting it in her mouth, she caressed it with her tongue.
"Haah... ah-... uu...!"
Although the stimulation had decreased, the sense of exposure had increased, causing the pleasure to actually increase.
In a two-person chair three seats in front of me, a young man in a suit who appeared to be a new member of society was playing a game.
He's wearing earphones, so even if some of my voice leaks out, he won't be able to hear it, but if I let my guard down, I might end up gasping loudly which may cause his back to tingle.
"Nn ... Nkuh ... chu... jubuu..."
Yamamoto-san occasionally sucked on my penis, timing it with the air when the bus engine started.
A buzzing sound echoed in my ears, the sound becoming louder due to my concentration, and my heart rate suddenly increased.
"Uah... nh... Yamamoto... san...!"
I finally couldn't hold back anymore and touched Yamamoto-san's boobs.
As expected, Yamamoto-san was only wearing a bra under her T-shirt.
Once I get my hands in, I can touch them raw.
"Nh... lewd."
Yamamoto-san glares at me with her cheeks relaxed.
"If you want to touch me that much, why don't you take it off?"
It was a demonic temptation.
The bus speeds up through the short traffic jam in front of the station, and will be at the nearest bus stop in less than five minutes.
Pushed back by a mysterious impatience, I immediately unhooked Yamamoto-san's bra.
Then, as if to go along with that, Yamamoto-san deftly wrapped her arms around inside her T-shirt and pulled out only her bra.
A bra folded in two was placed in her left hand, which she had not used to hold for a long time.
Huge.
Even though I was familiar with Miyu's bra, I was amazed at the sense of size.
But what is even more surprising is the content that the cup supports.
Her T-shirt sagged under the weight of her breasts, only the tips bulging out, pointing to where her nipples were.
That's too erotic.
I can't take it anymore.
Without hesitation to get Yamamoto-san half-naked, I took my hand under the hem of her T-shirt and started massaging her boobs.
Yamamoto-san didn't complain, didn't move, just looked at me with contempt and continued licking my dick.
Looking from the side, it looks like I'm taking away her underwear and forcing Yamamoto-san to give me a blowjob.
My excitement reaches its peak as I see Yamamoto-san having her clothes disarrayed, having a dirty stick in her mouth, and being humiliated in public.
"a... ah...!"
My sexual desire is stirred up as I do something erotic while looked at with resentment as the other person accepts it.
The situation was like doing lewd things with Miyu.
The moment I realised it, my ejaculatory desire instantly popped.
"Uu--!"
That was just before I got to the next bus stop.
If I tried to speak, I would end up gasping, so I couldn't even declare to Yamamoto-san that I was going to ejaculate, causing me to eject my semen into Yamamoto-san's mouth without permission.
"Nh...!?"
Dokku, dokku, and many times thick semen was sent into Yamamoto-san's mouth.
Yamamoto-san winced in surprise, but since she would have stained the seat if she let go of her mouth, she had no choice but to keep my penis in her mouth even while the passengers were getting in.
Until my ejaculation was over, I wasn't allowed to put her bra back on, so I waited in fear for the footsteps of the passengers walking in the back seat.
Eventually, my cock stopped contracting, and Yamamoto-san hurriedly sat up.
The couple who got in sat in the front seat of one of the rear seats and stood side by side.
Hiding well behind the backrest of the seat in front of me, I zipped up my pants and hid my bra behind my back.
"Muu... uu...!"
Yamamoto-san looked like she was about to cry with my semen in her mouth.
My semen, which tasted so bad that she wanted to spit it out, was ejaculated out in large quantities after accumulating it for a day.
Even Yamamoto-san couldn't swallow it expressionlessly.
But she didn't seem angry.
Ignoring the couples who started making out behind me, Yamamoto-san opened her mouth and showed me how much semen she had squeezed out of me.
White liquid dripping from the roof of her mouth.
Her throat is filled with cloudy fluid.
"S-sorry. Is there something you can spit it out on..."
As I hurriedly rummaged through my bag, Yamamoto-san stopped my hand, gulped, and swallowed it.
"Uu... fuuh... haah...... I... I drank it."
For some reason, Yamamoto-san looks proud and shows me her now empty mouth.
"Um...do you need water...?"
I glanced at the plastic bottle I had taken out of my bag.
"I need it."
It was a quick answer.
Within seconds of handing it over, the plastic bottle, which was more than half full of water, was returned to me completely empty.
It seems like she will never get used to drinking my semen.
"Well, what can I say, thank you. It felt good."
"No, no. You're welcome."
Yamamoto-san bowed and laughed.
Before I knew it, Yamamoto-san had returned to her usual self.
"I'm beginning to understand what kind of lewdness Sotomichi-kun is having with Miyu-chan."
A shocking remark from nowhere.
What the hell were you looking for in me today?
"Ah, it's the next one."
Yamamoto-san stretches out her arm in front of me and presses the stop button.
From the chest of her T-shirt, I couldn't help but catch Yamamoto-san's valley without her bra on.
"Sotomichi-kun's a pervert."
Yamamoto-san covers her boobs with one arm to hide them.
There should have been a button closer, but I can't deny that I was being perverted, so I'll apologise.
"Sorry."
After such an exchange, we arrived at the apartment where Yamamoto-san lived.
Just before the automatic door sensed it, I took out Yamamoto-san's bra that had been in my bag.
When did I become such a pervert that I would do molester play on the train and have women's underwear in my bag?
It's all Yamamoto-san's fault.
"I'll return this."
"Thank you. If you bring it home, I'm afraid you'll mistake it for Miyu-chan's and take it somewhere."
"As expected, she's not quite at Yamamoto-san's level, you know."
However, considering the gap between her and her small body, she's even better than Yamamoto-san.
Well then, see you tomorrow.
"Yeah. Next time, let's do it."
Yamamoto-san made a small fist pump with both hands, then waved me off.
Tomorrow is finally the real thing.
Come to think of it, I didn't have much rubber on hand.
I was planning to do it last time, but I forgot.
I have to buy it while I can.
"Huh? Was that the way Sotomichi-kun went home?"
Yamamoto-san became suspicious as I took a different route than usual to stop at a nearby convenience store.
"Ahh, about that..."
What do I do.
I should be honest that I didn't bring any rubber with me last time either.
I had no intention of forcing it to be raw, but it wouldn't have made a good impression.
That said, I can't think of an excuse to shake her off.
"I thought I'd buy some rubber. I didn't bring it with me last time, so I'm sorry. I think I'll forget it again, so I'll buy it now."
"Oh... I see..."
Yamamoto-san listened to my words and pondered for a while.
"Actually, I didn't buy one myself, did I?"
'Seriously?', those words of doubt almost came out of my mouth.
Yamamoto-san loves naughty things this much, so I wouldn't be surprised if she had it on hand all the time, but has she really just been unable to do it even if she wanted to?
"...You wanna take a look at where they sell it?"
That said, I don't think it's something rare or anything since it's displayed in the daily necessities shelves of convenience stores.
I'm sure she's seen it before.
"Yeah, I guess so."
Yamamoto-san stuffed her bra into her pouch, came up next to me, and held my hand.
"Well then, let's go buy rubber together."
Then we went to the convenience store holding hands.
She didn't let go until she came out of the store with her shopping bags down.
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