Chapter 68 - Rush Hour

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The car during rush hour was hell. Bodies crammed on all sides, not a single inch free, the heat mixing with the stale air.

And Jin did what he had to do.

He planted himself in front of Yumiko, placed his hands against the wall on either side of her head, and boxed her in that space between his arms and his chest.

An involuntary kabedon… or at least, one with a believable excuse.

Yumiko was trapped. Her face was level with his chest, and she could smell him. Soap, something fresh, and underneath that, something masculine that made her hold her breath.

"Yumiko, sorry about this."

Hearing his voice, Yumiko looked up and found his chin, his neck, those broad shoulders blocking her view of the rest of the car like a wall.

"I-It's okay…" Her cheeks burned and she squirmed in place, not knowing what to do. "Jin-kun did this to protect me, right?"

"Of course. I'm not gonna let another idiot lay a finger on you."

"Thank you…" Yumiko lowered her gaze, pressing the bags against her chest. "I'm causing you trouble again. I really don't know how to repay—KYAAA!"

At that exact moment, the car lurched violently. A sudden brake that threw every passenger forward like dominoes (except Jin), and Yumiko was no exception.

But she didn't fall.

"I got you."

Jin's arm caught her. His hand gripped her waist and pulled her firmly toward him.

Yumiko slammed full-on into his chest, and her pillowy breasts squished against him while her face ended up buried between his pectorals.

"..."

Neither of them moved.

She could feel Jin's heartbeat.

Steady and calm… As if none of this fazed him. While hers was hammering in her ears so loud she was sure he could hear it too.

'He smells so good…'

The thought crossed her mind before she could stop it, and she hated herself for it.

She was married! She had a ring on her finger! But her husband had never held her like this… Had never made her heart pound like this from a simple touch…

And Jin, looking down at her, kept his expression serene.

But inside, he was smiling.

'Accident, huh?'

"Ah…"

Panting softly, Yumiko looked up at him. Revealing a flushed face and teary eyes that still trembled with a trace of panic.

Realizing how close they were, the little common sense she had left kicked in all at once.

She pulled back hastily.

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to—"

But the train gave another violent jolt… Worse than the last one.

The entire car swayed and the passengers all went lurching to one side amid curses and shouts.

Yumiko lost her balance again, only this time she didn't crash into his chest—she threw herself directly into his arms, wrapping around him on instinct, clinging to him like a lifeline.

Her face buried into his neck and her entire body pressed against Jin without leaving a single millimeter of space.

Jin couldn't ignore a single inch of her.

The fragrance of her hair filled his nostrils. Her narrow waist under his hands, and those breasts... God. He could feel the exact shape of each one molding against him, and if he wasn't mistaken… she wasn't wearing a bra.

Meanwhile, Yumiko, enveloped in Jin's scent, feeling those muscular arms surrounding her like a shelter, was left completely dazed.

She forgot to pull away.

She forgot she was on a train.

She forgot she was a married woman clinging to a student in a car full of people.

And the train kept on with slight but continuous jolts, in a rhythmic sway that rocked all the passengers, and with each movement, Yumiko's body rubbed against Jin.

Curling up completely in his arms, at some point her legs wrapped around Jin's body without her even being aware of it.

While from her lips, a warm breath caressed his neck with every exhale.

This was something that could no longer be called gratitude or an accident.

And to Jin, the scene was comically familiar.

Because the little kittens he had at home, when he came back, got exactly like this.

But with them it made sense. But… Yumiko was already like this after just a few touches? Was she that starved?

He thought about it for a second and the answer came quickly.

The husband.

Six months sleeping next to a guy who preferred his anime figurines over slipping a hand under the sheets. Six months of this body built for sin accumulating frustration, heat, need, without anyone touching it, without anyone pinning her against the mattress the way she deserved.

'Poor woman… if I were her husband, I'd have knocked her up three times already.'

Little by little, the jolts in the car died down. The train settled back into its steady rhythm, and the passengers around them readjusted normally.

But Yumiko didn't let go.

She stayed glued to him.

There was no excuse anymore.

There was no reason to keep hugging a stranger.

And yet, she didn't move.

Coughing lightly a couple of times, Jin lowered his head and found a pair of eyes looking up at him with watery pupils.

But in her gaze there was something… something complex. A silent conflict crossing her expression. Guilt, but more than anything, joy and longing…

'I see…'

Understanding that expression, Jin lifted his head and looked toward the window with a calm expression, as if he were contemplating the scenery sliding by outside.

Meanwhile, his hands dropped and grabbed Yumiko's ass through her dress, and what he felt made his cock throb: soft flesh overflowing between them like warm dough.

He squeezed. Kneaded. Spread them apart and pushed them back together, sinking his fingers in with a hunger his face didn't betray.

"Mmm~…"

Yumiko's entire body shuddered with the squeeze, and the fingers clutching his shirt tensed, wrinkling it.

But she said nothing.

Instead, she pressed tighter against him and arched her back slightly, pushing her ass into the hands that were groping her.

As if her body, after six months of fasting, had taken control and told her brain to shut up.

Her breathing quickened, each pant hotter, wetter, heavier.

And Jin kept looking out the window. Without a single change in his expression.

To anyone watching, he was just a student shielding her from the crowd.

But his fingers didn't stop. Kneading, squeezing, with a rhythm that was undoing her inch by inch.

They stayed like that, immersed in a silent intimacy, until the speaker announced the next stop, and then the two separated with mutual understanding.

Yumiko lowered her head and smoothed the wrinkles in her dress with trembling hands, pretending to focus on the fabric, but her body was still buzzing.

She could feel the shameful wetness between her legs and a lingering reluctance whispering that she wanted those hands to come back.

And looking at her, Jin murmured with a hint of sadness: "Well, Miss Yumiko… this is my stop. Take care, okay? And you know, no more letting disgusting old men get close."

"Huh!?"

Looking up sharply, Yumiko stared at him with eyes wide open.

"W-Wait, it's just that I… I'm getting off here too."

Jin stopped and looked at her in disbelief, "The same stop?"

"The same!" Yumiko nodded with a nervous smile.

"... Looks like it's destiny, miss."

Yumiko lowered her gaze, biting her lip to hold back a smile.

They got off the train together. The fresh afternoon air hit their faces and Yumiko took a deep breath, shaking off the trance from the car.

"Jin-kun…" she glanced at him sideways as they climbed the stairs, "I've never seen you around this neighborhood."

"That's because I only came to visit some friends." Jin pulled out his phone and showed her the screen. "Do you know this building?"

"Mmm…" Yumiko leaned in to look, their bodies touching, "Oh, yeah, that one. Of course I know it, it's real close to my house."

"I've been living here for half a year, I know every corner!"

"Yeah? Would you mind taking me there? Because I'll definitely get lost on my own."

"Oh, don't say that." Yumiko laughed, covering her mouth with her fingers. "Of course I'll take you. After what happened today, it's the least I can do."

"You don't have to feel obligated."

"It's not obligation." She looked at him directly, and for a second that shyness transformed into something honest. "I want to. Really."

"..."

Holding her gaze for a moment, Jin smiled at her, "Then I'm in your hands… Yumiko."

…

The breeze blew gently, swaying the trees that lined the residential street.

The tall young man carrying shopping bags and the beautiful woman walking beside him, laughing, made a picture that turned heads.

Anyone who saw them would think they were a couple.

A very mismatched couple in age, but the kind of mismatch that breeds envy.

"Ara~ Kimura-san, did you just get back from shopping?"

But a seductive voice interrupted the conversation.

They both turned.

A woman approached with slow, confident steps. She wore a simple white shirt, sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and tight black jeans that clung to her legs, accentuating every curve of a thick but perfectly proportioned figure. Wide hips, full thighs, and a round ass that the jeans hugged with a boldness that the tucked-in shirt only emphasized.

She looked about thirty. Seductive. Almond-shaped eyes, pretty, with a dark depth that invited you to get lost. Black hair, straight, to her shoulders, swaying softly with each step.

And with her appearance, the system rang out again:

[DING!]

[Protagonist available for contract!]

[Name: Misako Tsukamoto]

[Personality: Serious, contrasting, lustful]

[Occupation: Housewife]

[Description: She's been married for four years, living a married life her neighbors envy. But in reality Misako isn't happy, as her husband is a believer in platonic love and rejects physical contact. This life makes her feel very repressed.]

'What the fuck is wrong with the men in this neighborhood!? Are they putting something in the water!?'

Jin shook his head in pity.

"Tsukamoto-san!" Yumiko recognized her instantly. "Yes, I just got back from shopping!"

She pointed at the bags Jin was carrying in both hands with a gesture that betrayed a certain pride, as if presenting a trophy.

Misako chatted with her, exchanging the usual pleasantries, but her eyes kept drifting, subtly but undeniably, toward Jin.

"And he is…?"

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, she asked, turning toward him. Her gaze traveled him up and down, and deep in her eyes something dangerous glinted.

"This is Jin-kun," Yumiko replied with a smile. "He came to visit some friends and didn't know the way, so I'm guiding him."

"Hi, Tsukamoto-san." Jin nodded with a polite smile.

Misako returned the greeting with composure, but her heart was pounding hard.

That boy was young… But the way he looked at her—direct, without nervousness, without that clumsiness boys his age usually had around her—threw her off.

"N-Nice to meet you, Jin-kun."

And suddenly, another voice with a mature tone came from behind: "How come you're all gathered here? What are you chatting about?"

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