All Chapters of Subway Perv: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Cornor’s POVIsla is by the lakeside, alone… A perfect place to make her submit. I let the nasty smirk creep along my thin lips and down my small eyes. My hand rubs through my hair, running through the blonde strands. “You’d want to have a rethink, man.” Pan’s tone is on edge. He is the least notorious amongst the three of us. Right now, he looks like he’d pee on his pants and pass out. "You don't want to be punished twice in a row, you know what that means, yeah?"Jesus. His words are passing me off. "Talking like a pussy?" I groan, pissed off. He shrugs in a 'whatever' manner. "Just watching out for you."“You’re not coming with me, are you?” I roll my eyes at him, watching every reaction. He resumes picking up the meal, not interested in tagging along. “Exactly, so how the hell will you watch out for me?" I laugh, sarcastic. "Shut the fuck up, Pan.”The table goes quiet. “I’ll be back soon… depends on how much she cooperates.” I scoff and pick a chip from my plate, dip it in t

My cum-coated fingers pull out of my pussy, so swiftly that it leaves my pussy hole gaping and breathing. The slimy webs along my fingers drip thick creamy juice that messes up the floor.“No, no, no…” I swing my hand, knocking off the creamy slime from my fingers. I dive for the bathroom door, naked. I didn’t lock the room door since I’m home alone. My bad decision mocks me. As soon as I enter the room, I hurry to the ringing phone and swiftly put it on DND. ‘Jesus,’ I heave a loud sigh of relief.I put my hand to my chest and gently rub to relax my muscles. I was this close to being caught. The caller ID on the screen shows it’s Nia. Still, I don’t immediately take the call. I make a mental note to call Nia later. “Hmm,” I sigh and puff air from my lungs. I look through the window in search of my dad. Instead, I see our clingy neighbor by the door, grinning and generously waving, even though I can hear my dad’s footsteps along the corridor. “Sweetie!” His voice bangs through the

My dad’s eyes remain on the expensive phone Enzo Macini got me, a secret I was supposed to take to my grave. “Let me… let me call you back, Nia.” I mumble and end the call before she can argue further. My hand drops down and lets the phone slip beneath the pillow on my lap. There’s no need for secrecy but there’s still no harm in trying. “Papa,” I fake a smile. “Did you forget something?” I roll my eyes at him. Oddly, he starts strolling in, so casually like he didn't just catch me on the phone. Still silent, he strolls in and shuts the door. “Is this the reason you always hide in your room?” “Still, you could have knocked.” I shrug and avoid eye contact. My heart is beating louder each second. My brain runs all over the place in a bid to find the best excuse as to how I have an expensive phone with me. None comes to mind. Argh!“In my defense, I thought you were sleeping and I didn't want to wake you up.” He pulls a seat and sets it in front of me. “I'm all ears, Isla.”“Huh?”

Cornor’s POV“Fuck you!” A resounding slap across my face accompanies Isla’s response. It's raw, hard… Heavy. I feel my jaw drop as a result, feel the area go numb for a good three seconds… then the sharp sting returns, burning my gum, teeth, every inch of my face that her hand crossed.“Isla…” My tone is deep, ego bruised. I pause to ease the heavy rise and fall of my chest walls. The rage boiling inside me is eating me deep, too deep to ignore. “You’d learn to fuck off.” She slings her bag over her shoulder and pushes me off her lane, then aggressively walks out.I scoff, wriggling my broken jaw. I turn to look at her, my eyes pin her delicate body as her ass bounces all over the damn place. A side of my jaw twitches, my tongue runs along my teeth…“You’d wish you never messed with me, thrice.” I scoff. The door slams hard as she storms out. I look away and turn around to get my bag into my seat before leaving when the images of Peter and Pan standing at the emergency exit door

“You what?” Cornor asks with a sarcastic tone as if holding back his lighter. “Want me to be your boyfriend?”“Pretend.” I groan and look around, suddenly feeling embarrassed. We’re at the cafeteria and it's earlier than the usual break hours so it isn't crowded. Before now, Cornor’s routine is simple; snack on pretzels or chocolate cookies and a hot coffee before the lecture even starts. There is no doubt about how much credit he has in his meal ticket. Once he gets into the cafeteria, I sneak up behind him. “Still the same thing.” He eyes my sexy thighs long enough to make his coffee cold, then he sips from his coffee mug and looks up at me, this time, with a light frown. I'm in my favorite high-school girl’s skirt strapped around my high waist. It gives off my thighs, exposing my thick creamy legs. The slim-fit top clings to my juicy tits that it giving a vague outline of my nipples.My eyes continue to scan the area. I'd hate to say this out loud in front of another student. If