SSS Rank Lewd Skills: My Hentai Game Leveled Me to an Incubus God Chapter 5

"Fuck you all!" I shouted, my voice rising above the clamor. "The pole is mine!"

Their insults rained down like daggers, but it didn’t matter. I gripped that tal rod like it was the only thing tethering to life itself, because maybe it was. The bus roared forward, the driver pressing harder on the accelerator as though trying to outrun hell itself. And then I noticed her.

Right in front of .

A woman, swaying to the rhythm of her headphones, oblivious to the chaos around her. Her hair brushed the top of her shoulders, her perfu faint even through the swamp of sweat. And her body—God, her body.

I swallowed hard, heat prickling at the back of my neck. My grip tightened, not just on the pole but on myself. My eyes darted down on her perfectly round ass, just for a second and back up. It was only her side view I could see, but it was enough to set my nerves on fire. She wasn’t fully a white asian like most of the passengers cramd into this sardine tin of a bus.

Half Asian, maybe. Half Latina, definitely. Maybe even a streak of African—her full, wavy hair spilling down her back gave it away. My throat went dry. My grip on the pole grew slick with sweat. I told myself not to stare, but I did anyway.

*BRAKE*

The bus screeched to a hurried halt at the pedestrian crossing, and before I could brace myself for the force, my body hurled forward, my grip on the hold slipping away and in the chaos, the inevitable happened—

My cock pressed into her ass.

A shockwave of sha and heat blasted through . My heart stopped, then thrashed twice as hard as though trying to pound its way out of my chest. She straightened slightly, her sway interrupted. Slowly she removed her headphones and turned her head.

Our eyes t.

Her face was unreadable, more so calm and stoic not even a bit surprised at all. But it was that very lack of reaction that made it worse. If she had cursed, slapped , shoved back into the wall of sweating strangers, I could’ve taken it. Instead, her silence burned.

’She must have think I deliberately shoved my cock into her ass? Say sothing lady, a slap at least. I can’t take any more sexual harassnt fine again.’

I mumbled to myself, snapping my gaze away, pretending to look out the grimy window though there was nothing to see. My hands trembled against the pole, slippery with sweat.

Before I could stamr out an apology, her lips parted.

"Pervert," She said flatly.

My chest sank. The word stabbed deeper than any slap could.I groaned, tilting my head back against the ceiling of the bus, eyes squeezing shut in sheer defeat. She didn’t wait for a reply. With the sa unbothered calm she had worn since the start, she slipped her headphones back over her ears, swaying once more to rhythm.

I stayed pinned there, gripping the pole tighter, my jaw clenched, trying to keep my heart from bursting through my chest. The bus surged forward again, and continued in its lane.

Here it goes again...

I breathed in, feeling the tension in my cock and the slowly forming hard bulge on my pants. I sucked in a breath through my teeth, held it, fighting the tremor in my chest. My fingers dug into the pole, whitening at the knuckles.

"Not again," I hissed under my breath, jaw locked, sweat dripping from my temple. "Not now, not here... you stupid disease." My thighs pressed together, useless, as though they could cage the inevitable surge that always ca at the worst possible ti.

The crowd shifted, bodies bumping into mine. It only worsened it.I clenched my eyes shut. One wrong move and the whole bus would think I jerked myself to cum in a public bus.

My social life could be ruined, every bit of my dignity would be squashed away. Sweat stread down my spine, my lips trembling as if in silent prayer. Please, not here. Not like this. Spare just this once. I mouthed the words, eyes screwed shut, forehead pressed to the cool steel of the pole.

The bus hit another bump. My knees nearly gave out. My stomach clenched. I was right at the edge of creampie.

"The gods of heaven, don’t let be embarrassed!" I whispered. "Please. An."

The word had barely left my lips when I felt my cum leave my cock. My head rolled backwards, my eyes shot closed as I squirted with a low sultry moan.

"Mmh, Uh, mm..." I didn’t know how loud I was but it was loud enough for every passenger to turn their heads towards and trailed their eyes downwards to sen dripping from my trousers.

My breath hitched again as another ripple tore through again. I tightened my hands on the pole, groaning heavily as the second ti was the heaviest and most painful release I had in long ti.

This ti around, everyone’s gaze was on . My trousers were dripping wet with cumshot and the lady in front of had her tennis skirt stained with my cum.

"Dude the fuck! I have no panties on and you just cumd on my clothes!"

I didn’t know if I was to get turned on by the fact that she wore no panties on but yes I was turned on and the second release wasn’t the end. Another third release ca in. And that’s when she lost it and threw a slap on . "Disgusting pervert! Lousy n trying to objectify won."

Now I was the bad guy!

I coughed, forcing my voice out past the lump in my throat.

"Uh... hey, uh—can you drop off here?" I croaked, half-raising my hand like a schoolboy asking to use the bathroom. "I... I’ve reached my bus stop."

The driver glanced at through the mirror, one brow cocked. A ripple of laughter burst out from the back. Soone shouted, "Better run before the next stop, Pervert!"

I pressed my lips tight, praying the ground would split open and swallow whole yet it didn’t. The bus ca to a slow stop, the driver didn’t ask questions and that was when I let go off the hold and I moved.

I could feel them staring. Not a word, not a laugh this ti. My hand brushed the edge of the door fra. For a second, I thought of looking back—maybe to explain, maybe to plead—but I didn’t. I just stepped out.

I stood frozen on the sidewalk, sweat dripping down my temple, my trousers still clinging wet to my skin. My breath ca shallow, ragged. The street moved on around , indifferent. Only I stood still.

My phone rang and I took it out from my bag, seeing it was my boss.

"Kaito! Why haven’t you been returning my text ssages. Your flashdrive is passworded, I have been trying to crack the code for an hour plus. Get on the nearest taxi and get here this instant. The president is already mad!"