The next day, Taeyang rubbed his stiff neck and trudged towards the bus stop. The empty bag slung over his shoulder swayed with each step.

He was tired from the hangover, but his heart felt lighter than ever.

Taeyang had tried relentlessly to hear Moonbyul’s true feelings directly after dinner the night before. He had pressured her using his authority as her oppa and whispered gently to reassure her.

But Moonbyul kept her mouth shut until the end. Finally, Taeyang resorted to alcohol.

There’s nothing like alcohol to loosen someone’s tongue, and the house was stocked with expensive liquor.

Even though Taeyang occasionally enjoyed drinks with friends, it was usually just soju or beer. Moonbyul, who didn’t even know the proper proof of the whiskey she was drinking, gulped it down and eventually spilled all her secrets.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

"Cute little thing."

In the end, she had clung to his waist, crying, "Oppa, oppa!" It was so adorable.

Of course, he couldn’t hear everything clearly, but there was no denying that the high wall between them had lowered significantly. Moonbyul even volunteered to do the morning dishes. The only downside was her request for a massage as a reward, which showed she was completely addicted to massages.

As Taeyang stood at the bus stop lost in thought, a bus pulled up in front of him. It wasn’t the direct bus to school but one that circled the area for over 20 minutes.

Nevertheless, Taeyang boarded the bus. The bus driver gave him a puzzled look at the sight of his school uniform but said nothing more.

Taeyang casually took a seat at the very back.

After a couple of stops, Taeyang felt a presence next to him. Despite the early hour and plenty of empty seats, someone chose to sit right next to him.

As the bus started moving again and jolted, a slender finger touched Taeyang’s thigh.

If it had been a brief touch, he might have dismissed it as an accident. But the finger didn’t withdraw; instead, it began to caress his thigh. The touch was cautious yet delicate, as if afraid to wake him.

Taeyang slightly opened his eyes to see who the finger belonged to.

The woman sitting next to him was dressed in a black suit, likely on her way to work. She sat with a straight back, staring straight ahead, expressionless.

But a closer look revealed a faint blush on her cheeks and rapid breathing, clear signs of her excitement.

It wasn’t hard to understand. Her target was a student in a school uniform. If caught, her life could be ruined. Yet, she didn’t stop.

She murmured softly,

"Just... a little more..."

Swoosh-

A cool hand slipped inside his intentionally loosened belt and pants.

The bold hand reached down to his underwear and began stroking his cock up and down.

The woman’s gaze was now fixed on Taeyang’s crotch, not straight ahead. Despite this, Taeyang stared directly at her, but she remained oblivious, continuing to move her hand.

Taeyang asked in a low voice,

"Did it feel good?"

Only then did the woman snap out of her trance and look up at Taeyang. Her face paled instantly.

"...Uh. Ah."

A short moan escaped her parted lips. Tears welled up in her eyes as she imagined the consequences.

If Taeyang accused her of being a pervert, the police would arrive, handcuff her, and she’d be sent straight to jail.

But Taeyang merely nodded slightly and said nothing more, just staring at her.

And then...

"Ah!"

An unexpected moan escaped the woman’s lips.

Startled, she covered her mouth with her free hand. Her gaze fell on Taeyang’s hand, which was caressing her thigh.

"Wh-what...!"

Knowing she couldn’t make a scene, she lowered her voice.

Taeyang grinned and pressed his index and middle fingers firmly against the inside of her thigh. Her thigh muscles were taut, indicating she worked out.

"Shouldn’t I be the one saying that?"

Taeyang glanced down at his crotch, where a white wrist was still visible under his pants.

The woman’s hand remained inside his pants. Realizing the situation, she tried to pull her hand away, but...

"Why stop when you’re enjoying it? Keep going."

Instead, Taeyang grabbed her wrist with his free hand. He moved his hand, guiding hers. The woman, flustered, followed his lead, moving her hand even more vigorously.

"Yes, a bit slower, bring your fingertips closer together."

Her hand released his cock and moved her fingertips together like a brush.

Up and down.

Left to right.

Circling the glans, her four fingers, excluding the thumb, wrapped around his cock.

The delicate and soft touch made Taeyang’s cock twitch with pleasure. Feeling a slight ecstasy, Taeyang spoke to the woman.

"Good job."

The woman was overwhelmed with excitement from the situation.

A handjob on a bus, with her wrist held by a man, and even receiving praise. This was beyond any erotic scene she had ever imagined. And it didn’t end there.

The sensation of Taeyang’s hand on her thigh was new to her, who had no experience with men. He gently scratched her stockings with his slightly raised fingernails.

"Huh..."

A tingling pleasure shot up from her thigh to her spine. She bit her lip to suppress a loud moan.

"Does it feel good?"

Unable to open her mouth, she nodded silently. Taeyang chuckled and scolded her.

"But you shouldn’t stop moving your hand."

The woman began to move her hand again, guided by Taeyang.

Even without his lead, she knew how to move. Her hand carefully stroked Taeyang’s cock.

His cock, now even harder, pulsed with a visible rhythm.

"Yes, like that. You’re doing well."

As Taeyang spoke, he slowly began to lift the woman’s skirt. However, her buttocks made it difficult.

Taeyang silently tapped her thigh, signaling her to adjust her position. She understood without words.

And with that signal, she made up her mind.

This was the last chance. If she refused now, Taeyang would stop, and she wouldn’t have to risk anything further. If someone saw them, her life would be ruined... but.

She was certain. If she stopped now, she would regret it for the rest of her life. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The woman leaned back strongly against the seat and tensed her thighs, slightly lifting her lower body.

"Good girl."

Hearing Taeyang’s praise, the woman blushed up to her ears.

Judging by his school uniform, there was at least a 5 or 6-year age difference between them. Being spoken to so casually by a student, and even praised, gave her an inexplicable thrill.

"Hmm..."

A secret, erotic encounter at the back of a moving bus. It was a risky balancing act, where any suspicion from new passengers or the driver could expose them.

The woman’s panties began to dampen as she recalled the situation. And she hoped.

What would Taeyang think as his hand moved up her leg and discovered her wet panties?

Would he be disgusted? Call her a pervert? Or would he like it?

Maybe...

She imagined losing her virginity today and indulged in her fantasies.

Her skirt was now fully lifted, revealing her stockings and the panties underneath. But Taeyang continued to caress only her thighs.

At first, the tickling sensation was pleasant, but the woman grew impatient.

She looked up at Taeyang with flushed cheeks.

"Touch... touch me."

"I can’t hear you."

The woman let out a small sigh of frustration.

She knew he heard her, but Taeyang pretended not to. And he would keep pretending until she said what he wanted to hear.

The woman, embarrassed, fidgeted with her free hand.

"Please, touch me..."

Only then did Taeyang move his hand from her thigh. But he merely circled around her panties, teasing her even more.

He asked again,

"I can’t hear you."

The woman closed her eyes tightly and shouted,

"Se-ah! Mmph...!"

Taeyang quickly covered Se-ah’s mouth with his hand. She was too excited to control her volume.

Fortunately, the other passengers were either wearing headphones or dozing off, paying no attention to them.

Taeyang removed his hand from her mouth and gently caressed her earlobe.

"You need to be more careful. But good job."

Se-ah couldn’t tell if her excitement was from the praise or the touch on her earlobe.

"Since you did well, you deserve a reward."

Taeyang smiled. He raised his fingernail and tore the fabric of her stockings just above her panties.

Riiip- The sound of her stockings tearing filled the air.