(A/N: Extra chapter for reaching powerstone goal. Enjoy.)
Standing there was the prettiest boy I'd ever seen. His sweet face stirred up a crazy urge to protect him. I knew what was coming next: I'd be branded a creep—or worse—and torn apart by society. The company I built alone would crash, and I'd spend my life as the old hag who preyed on a minor, pointed at behind my back.
But if this dull life ends with touching a boy this gorgeous, I've got no regrets. Thanks for the sweet finale, nameless high school angel, I thought. I was ready. Go ahead—scream, call for help, whatever you want. The women around you are waiting like wolves to swoop in and save you.
I took one last look at his cute, confused face, burning it into my memory, then closed my eyes slowly, waiting for my judgment.
…Nothing.
…Still nothing.
…Huh?
I figured he'd snap out of it and shove me away any second, but there was no reaction. Just as I wondered what was wrong, he shouted, "S-Sorry!" His voice was loud. At the same time, he yanked his arm out of my chest. But a gold button on his sleeve caught inside my jacket, tugging my blouse and popping the front hook of my bra.
My oversized chest jiggled loose under my blouse. He'd been bowing to apologize and stepping back when he bumped into an older office lady sticking her hips out behind him. She knocked him forward, and he crashed into me again.
"Mmph!" I grunted.
"Ah!" she yelped.
His face buried itself in my chest again, just like before. But this time, my bra was wide open under my blouse. A high school boy—a gorgeous one at that—pressed against my bare skin through just a thin layer of fabric. Our skin brushed, separated by almost nothing.
This… this is basically sex, isn't it? I thought. "Nnh!" The idea alone cranked the thrill up ten times, and a lewd sound slipped out of me.
He caught on fast this time and tried to pull away. "S-Sorry, sorry!" he stammered. "Whoa!" The train lurched hard, and his hands reached out to grab something. They landed back on my chest—both of them, gripping tight, one on each side.
Unlike before with the bra in the way, I could feel his fingers clearly now. Oh no, they're standing up, I panicked. It's not my fault—anyone's nipples would perk up from this! But a guy wouldn't get that, not with a woman as pent-up as me. Even through my blouse, he'd notice soon enough.
I'm done for. Lawsuit incoming. I gave up on the rest of my life. But at least I didn't want this adorable boy to look at me like some disgusting old pervert. Desperate to get his hands off, I squirmed hard. The train rocked again, though, and he lost balance, leaning into me even more. His fingers dug in deeper, and the mix of shock and pleasure made my nipples sharpen further.
"Nnh, nho!" I gasped.
"S-Sorry, it's not on purpose, I swear!" he cried. "Whoa!"
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In the end, that mix of hell and heaven lasted until the next stop, Kyowa Station. The boy stumbled off, face bright red. He's probably a student from around here, I guessed. I don't recall a school with those black uniforms nearby, but I'll ask a junior later. His crisp uniform and stiff collar screamed first-year. He must've boarded this regular car by mistake.
I looked out the window and caught his eye as he turned back on the platform. Even after all the near-creepy stuff I did, he didn't yell or complain. He even apologized over and over for bumping into me. It was an accident, sure, and I'm the one grateful for the ultimate lucky thrill. But he seemed to think it was his fault.
"Good parenting, or just clueless about the world?" I wondered aloud. Slipping him my business card in the chaos was pure luck. If we meet again, I'll give him my best apology. And a thank-you gift too, of course.
If he calls me, it means he doesn't hate me. Which means he might even like me. I chuckled to myself, a sly grin spreading. The glares from the other women—past resentment, now pure murderous jealousy—felt amazing. Money and status alone can't buy this kind of smug rush. My whole body tingled with it.
Imagine walking arm-in-arm with him through town. How happy would that make me? "...Oh," I mumbled. Just picturing it got me a little wet. My daydreams ran too wild, and I almost missed my stop coming up. I owe that screw-up employee big time. Without their mistake, I'd never have met him.
When I get to the office, I'll hand them a bonus.