Chapter 172 – The Naughty Hands (R-18)
"Masturbating in the movie theater."
- (Me). "Hah..."
(Damn!... Is this really happening?!)
One of those scenes that Sohen had only ever seen in manhwa and novels.
A fantasy the young man had once imagined in the darkest corners of his mind — to make it a reality with Karin or Phoebe and now, right here, it’s happening... with the girl he’d least want to do something like this with.
- (Me). "Valkyrie, what are you... Hah..."
- (Valkyrie). "Hmm..."
Valkyrie’s small but confident hand slowly moved up and down his penis.
Her fingers gripped the shaft rhythmically, without excessive force, but with obvious purpose.
The beauty’s movements still felt a bit inexperienced — sometimes she shifted her grip slightly, sometimes she pressed in the wrong spot, sometimes she squeezed the base too tightly... but this time, Valkyrie seemed to be giving her best performance of all the ones he’d seen from her before.
(There’s a reason they say, "Beware of your desires"...)
Sohen sat motionless.
His back was pressed tightly against the soft back of the chair, his shoulder blades tense.
He looked back and forth between the screen, where the characters continued their chaotic, explicit scenes, Valkyrie’s profile, and down at her pale hand with dark nail polish, which continued to stroke him through the fabric.
Every movement triggered a new, slow wave of heat in the pit of his stomach.
His cock was already so hard that the intense stimulation was causing more discomfort than pleasure.
(Damn...)
- (Valkyrie). "..."
Valkyrie simply continued watching the movie.
Completely impassively.
Her eyes followed what was happening on the screen; her eyebrows would occasionally shift ever so slightly when a scene became particularly tense or violent.
Her breathing remained steady, her chest rising and falling calmly... only her restless hand was moving — slowly, rhythmically, confidently.
Sometimes she would pause for a few seconds, simply holding it, feeling its pulse, and then start moving again, as if testing his reaction.
- (Me). "..."
(Damn... What if someone...)
Sohen was nervous.
He could feel his heart pounding somewhere in his throat, his blood pulsing loudly in his temples.
Every few seconds, he cast a quick, almost frantic glance down the hall — toward where the three students were sitting.
They were still engrossed in the movie and their quiet, enthusiastic conversations.
Fortunately, no one turned around, but the mere possibility that someone might look up... made his muscles tense even more.
He imagined how he must look from the outside: a guy in the back row with a strange, tense expression, his eyebrows raised, his lips tightly pressed together, and next to him a girl who seemed to be just watching the movie, but her hand... her hand was doing something that couldn’t possibly be explained as innocent.
(Valkyrie and I could get caught. Neither of us would ever be allowed to go to this movie theater again... And if they even have cameras in here, then... We’re screwed.)
- (Me). "Valkyrie... we can’t do this. We could get..."
- (Valkyrie). "One of the hidden cameras is above our heads, but it’s filming a wide shot of the auditorium from top to bottom. The seats at the very end of the last row only appear at the edge of the frame, and even then they’re very blurry. Because of the camera’s height and focal length, we’re barely visible there — just silhouettes, if at all."
She paused briefly; her fingers tightened around his hand for a moment, then relaxed her grip again and continued moving.
- (Me). "Hah!..."
- (Valkyrie). "The second camera is positioned near the exit from the hall, closer to the screen. It’s pointed toward the doors and the lower rows. To get into its field of view from here, we’d have to stand up or lean forward significantly. From where we’re sitting, we’re in its blind spot. The security guards only watch the feed when there’s a suspicion or a complaint. As long as no one is shouting or running around... no one’s going to go out of their way to zoom in on the back row."
- (Me). "How did you..."
- (Valkyrie). "Don’t overthink it — just enjoy the movie."
- (Me). "..."
Sohen was silent for a few seconds, feeling her fingers continue to slowly stroke him.
- (Me). "Um... what about your hand?"
- (Valkyrie). "I’m just... helping you relieve your stress. Ever since the sex scenes started, you’ve been acting kind of nervous. I don’t like it when the person next to me stays in that state for too long. It gets in the way. So I decided to use the fastest and most effective way to cheer you up."
- (Me). "..."
(Do you think I’m going to believe that last lie? What a weird answer. You’re just playing your twisted games with me to make me feel uncomfortable, you damn sadist!)
- (Valkyrie). "Hehe..."
Sohen realized that what Valkyrie was doing now was more for her own amusement than out of any concern for him.
(Could this really be revenge for me being so quiet during... the "date"? Who in my shoes would act any differently? I’m being blackmailed, for fuck’s sake. I’m here against my will, so to speak... What should I do now? If this keeps up, then I’ll most likely... Fuck!)
He clenched his teeth so as not to make a sound.
Valkyrie’s delicate hand slid upward again, and her thumb forcefully ran along the head of the young man’s massive cock.
- (Me). "Ugh..."
Sohen sharply drew in a breath through his nose.
His hips involuntarily jerked forward a few millimeters.
- (Valkyrie). "Fun..."
A few more minutes passed.
The egirl’s hand didn’t stop.
Valkyrie would occasionally change the pace a little... sometimes speeding up with shorter, faster movements, then slowing down again to an almost agonizing slowness, but she never pulled her hand away completely.
Sohen had long since stopped paying attention to the plot.
Something was happening on the screen — moans, wet sounds, changing positions, close-ups of bodies, but to him it was just a blurry backdrop; what really mattered was happening right here, in the semi-darkness of the back row, beneath her calm, almost indifferent hand.
(Damn... Damn!...)
- (Female Student). "???"
Suddenly, one of the students — the one with long dark hair and big round glasses.. turned her head slightly.
At first, it seemed accidental, as if she were just stretching her neck.
Then again, this time more deliberately.
She listened.
It seemed as though she had heard some strange sounds from behind.
- (Female Student). "..."
The girl slowly turned her head over her shoulder.
Her gaze fell on the back row.
Two people.
A girl with almost white hair is calmly looking at the screen; her hand seems to be resting on her lap or nearby.
The guy next to her... is acting strangely.
His face is tense, his eyebrows are furrowed deeply, his lips are tightly pressed together, and his nostrils flare from heavy breathing.
His expression is as if he’s both in pain and feeling very, very pleasure at the same time.
- (Female Student). "Hmm?"
The girl just stared at them for a few seconds.
The distance was considerable — the back row was far away, and it was hard to make out the details, especially in the dim light, but something about this scene, about the guy’s tense posture, about the way he sometimes exhaled sharply, made her eyes widen.
- (Female Student). "!!!"
It... dawned on her.
- (Female Student). "Oh, my..."
Her cheeks flushed sharply, almost instantly.
She quickly turned back to the screen, lowering her head as if trying to hide behind her own hair.
- (Male Student). "???"
One of the guys sitting nearby... the one in the gray hoodie, noticed the change in her.
- (Male Student). "Hey?... Is everything okay?"
The girl nodded quickly, without looking at him.
Her voice came out a little higher than usual.
- (Female Student). "Yeah... everything’s fine. Don’t worry about it. I was just... thinking about something."
- (Male Student). "Um?... Okay."
The guy scratched the back of his head, shrugged, and turned back to the movie, deciding that girls are just weird sometimes.
The girl also pretended to be watching... but after a minute or so, her head slowly and cautiously turned back again.
- (Female Student). "..."
She glanced at the back row once more.
Then again.
Each time, the girl in glasses’ cheeks flushed even more, and each time she quickly looked away, as if afraid that the two in the back would notice her.
She could no longer fully concentrate on the movie.
Her thoughts now revolved around what might be happening behind her.
- (Me). "..."
Sohen barely noticed any of this.
He was too focused on the sensations.
Valkyrie’s hand was already moving faster.
(Damn it...)
Sohen felt the excitement building in waves, his lower abdomen tightening more and more, his balls pulling tight.
The young man was gripping the armrests so tightly that his fingers were already aching and turning white at the knuckles.
His breathing became ragged, even though he was desperately trying to control it — inhaling through his nose, exhaling slowly, inhaling again, but control was slipping away.
- (Valkyrie). "..."
Valkyrie seemed to sense that he was close.
Her fingers tightened.
Her movements became shorter, faster, and more purposeful.
- (Me). "Hah!..."
(Just a little more and I’ll...)
Valkyrie’s intensity pushed Sohen... to the limit.
- (Me). "Huh!!"
(Just a few more strokes... Just a few more... FUCK!!!)
The young man’s whole body tensed up sharply.
His hips jerked forward and... he cum.
(~sound of ejaculation)
- (Me). "Hah..."
(Shit...)
- (Valkyrie). "Hehe..."
Everything that Sohen had been holding back for so long... ended up on the back of the chair across from him.
(Fuck!... So much for going to the movies. About two hundred dollars down the drain as compensation.)