The trip to the city center wouldn’t even be that long. We only needed to pass two stations. However, with how packed the train was, it felt like an eternity for Watanabe.
Every sway and lurch pressed her back against my chest, and each ti she stiffened like a board.
Her bag stayed clutched like a lifeline. I had to hold her by the shoulder so she wouldn’t fall forward and hit her forehead on the back of the other passenger in front of her.
“You’re enjoying this too much, Onoda-kun.” She said with a huff while trying her best to stabilize herself.
“Enjoying what? The free personal space invasion courtesy of public transport? Or the fact that you didn’t tell to back off once?”
“Don’t flatter yourself. I was just being polite. Unlike soone who clearly has no concept of boundaries.”
“Mhm. Polite, huh? Then can you tell how to draw personal space when we’re literally squeezed like sardines in a can? Or are you hoping I’ll use my body to create space for you? Well, that’s not a bad idea, but I can only do that if you’re on a corner or leaning against the door. Here, we’re just in the middle of everyone.”
Watanabe clicked her tongue as she tried to turn her head to glare at . But with how close we were, she had to tilt her head up in a more risque angle, giving a clear view of her chest.
“Tch. You’re really shaless. If Ma-kun sees us like this, he’ll misunderstand.”
“Misunderstand what? Not like I’m hugging you or anything. Besides, we’re in the middle of a crowd. Masato-senpai would understand, unless you’re not doing anything to reassure him. You know it, right? He’s not that comfortable with you getting too involved with .”
Upon saying that, I felt her body stiffen a little. She probably rembered how right I was. Although he’s not saying anything whenever we face each other at the Student Council, his face would sour whenever Watanabe would interact with . After all, he was also not that oblivious to my closeness to girls.
Luckily for him, I don’t really have a plan to steal this girl. Not unless this girl starts showing real interest in . But from how she’s acting, she’s just too curious about and my relationships.
As I was thinking that, the train lurched again, this ti harder, and Watanabe stumbled back fully into . My arm reflexively looped around her, catching her to prevent myself from losing my balance. Her ass pressed right against my crotch and her face imdiately turned into a burning crimson.
“S-sorry,” She muttered with a voice barely audible over the rumble of the tracks.
“No worries. It’s the train’s fault,” I said, intentionally not ntioning the contact we currently have. “But if you keep squirming like that, people might really misunderstand.”
“Shut up!” She grumbled. However, even if she wanted to get away now, the space had already closed as the other passengers squeezed us further.
The next station announcent crackled overhead. Hopefully, the car would ease up slightly but I doubt that. After all, most passengers were going to the city center.
Watanabe cleared her throat, clearly trying to change the subject. “So... where are you really going? You said you had sowhere to be. I bet it’s one of your girls again.”
“Of course. You know enough, Watanabe. I’d rather spend my ti with my girls than do sothing unproductive.”
While still looking up, she rolled her eyes skeptically, “As I thought. And yet you’re going to follow to et Kaede?”
“To say hello and check on her. Should I not?”
“Ugh... Are you not planning on flirting with her?”
“Co on, she’s my friend. Would I be such a bastard to do that?”
“Knowing you? Yes.”
I chuckled. “Jealous, Watanabe? You’re sounding like you want in on the action.”
“In your dreams, Onoda-kun.” She rolled her eyes, but the flush on her cheeks deepened. “I’m just... academically interested. For research purposes.”
“Sure. Keep telling yourself that.” I shrugged, letting my arm stay loosely around her waist since the train wasn’t giving us any room to breathe anyway.
Watanabe made this tiny, frustrated sound in the back of her throat, like she wanted to elbow but knew it would only press us closer. “You’re impossible. Absolutely impossible. I’m gonna tell the president.”
“Go ahead. I have a clear conscience right now and Shizu will believe . I an, won’t it be better for you to just silently accept our situation? It’s not going to get better if you keep moving.”
“Ugh... Fine. But you’re too close, I can feel... “Ugh... Fine. But you’re too close, I can feel... that thing poking ,” Watanabe muttered under her breath, her voice a mix of exasperation and that barely concealed embarrassnt. And if not for being this close, I’d probably not catch her voice.
The train lurched once more, pressing her ass harder against my cock that’s already reacting on its own. Her whole body went rigid, like she’d just realized exactly how obvious the effect of our closeness was having on .
A wry smile peeked from my lips as I truly had no excuses for this. “Alright, it’s my bad. But bla the train, Watanabe. Or bla yourself for being this close. It’s not like I’m doing it on purpose.”
“You... you pervert,” She hissed. Her ears were burning crimson, and the way she shifted her weight only made things worse, or better, depending on how you looked at it. “This is harassnt. I should report you.”
“Why don’t you turn around then?”
“What? And press my ass on soone else?”
“That’s the problem.” As the train swayed again, I had no choice but to pull her closer. “But Watanabe, you don’t seem to mind it too much that you’re this close to .
Watanabe made this strangled little sound, half scoff, half sothing else entirely. Her fingers tightened on the overhead strap until her knuckles went white.
“I mind plenty,” She snapped as I heard her gritting her teeth, only to let out a sigh right after, signaling her helplessness. She leaned back just a fraction, like her hips had a mind of their own. “You’re just... too shaless. Masato-senpai would freak out if he saw this.”
“I know. That’s why it’s a good thing he’s not here. I’ll be ashad to make him mad. He’s been real helpful to Shizu before I ca into her life.”
Watanabe snorted as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing, “This is why you keep getting away with your girls. How can you just act like this without even trying to put on a pretense?”
“You know why. I simply value honesty more than those who voice it out. And if I have to be honest right now, Watanabe, you’re quite curious, aren’t you?”
She sucked in a sharp breath that sounded suspiciously like a whimper.
“I-I’m not curious!” She protested, voice cracking on the last word. But the way her hips gave the tiniest, involuntary roll told a completely different story. “You’re just... poking like so pervert!”
“Poking you?” I murmured against her ear, low enough that only she could hear over the rumble of the train. “You’re the one grinding back, Watanabe. Pretty sure that counts as curiosity.”
Her whole body went rigid as she realized what she’d done. She tried to shift forward, but the crowd gave her nowhere to go. The motion only dragged her ass along my cock again like her body was betraying every protest coming out of her mouth.
“D-don’t flatter yourself,” She stuttered as her voice beca almost breathy now. Her body also heated up so much that I was already considering apologizing to her for teasing her too much like this.
Luckily for her, the train gradually slowed as we approached the next station.
People shuffled, creating a tiny bubble of space around us. I used it to adjust my stance. I loosened my hold on her and upon sensing that, Watanabe clicked her tongue and twisted just enough to glare up at over her shoulder before stepping away.
She did glance down at what was poking her but I was quick to keep it inconspicuous. After all, it would be shaful if soone noticed making a tent, right? I might even get called out for being a molester.
“Shaless Onoda. Let’s go.”
That’s all she said before preparing to walk out.
Shortly after, the doors slid open with a ding, and a wave of passengers surged out. Watanabe imdiately stepped forward, putting a respectable foot of distance between us like she’d been dying for escape.
I followed at a casual pace, hands in my pockets, watching the way she smoothed her skirt and flipped her hair like nothing had happened.
Mhm. That was quite a dangerous ride for both of us. I couldn’t help but mutter to myself as I hastened my footsteps to catch up to her descending from the platform.
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