Doesn't This Count as a Peaceful Death?

"Did it hurt a lot...?"

"No... I'm fine. It was okay. It was okay because Dohyun was there for me..."

Noah had her back turned to Dohyun, sniffling through her tears.

A large medical dressing covered her back.

"..."

Just getting this far had been anything but easy.

The iron-shaped burn on her back looked the most serious, so he'd tried to call a house-call doctor for immediate treatment.

But the moment Noah saw the doctor—

She completely lost it, clinging desperately to Dohyun.

She pointed at the doctor with a trembling finger, deep in a panic attack.

The doctor, clearly flustered, tried to reassure her.

Dohyun was being shaken around like a rag doll in the giant woman's embrace, yet he still did everything he could to soothe her.

Noah kept pointing and wailing at the top of her lungs.

In the end, after Dohyun's repeated apologies, the doctor left with a bewildered expression.

Of course, no treatment had been administered.

After that came a string of phone calls.

It took several more calls and inquiries before they finally received approval.

Even then—

While the treatment took place, Noah trembled violently, clutching him like a rag doll in her arms. Calming her down ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was no small task.

"It's ok-kay... I... won't go anywhere..."

He barely managed to choke out the words, but in truth he was far from okay.

The eight-foot-tall giant's arms and legs wrapped around him like a human hydraulic press. Though her soft, squishy breasts acted as a cushion, the crushing pressure itself never lessened.

It was unbearably hot.

I'm going to pass out...

Her body temperature had skyrocketed from fear, terror, and pain. Being surrounded by Noah's flesh was like being trapped inside a steam room filled with the moisture of her sweat.

Just hold on a little longer...

Dohyun felt like he'd been thrown into a steamer basket, but he endured it anyway. Because if he didn't, Noah would suffer even more.

...And she wasn't going to let him go no matter what he did.

The next day—

"Noah... hey..."

Dohyun woke earlier than usual and twisted his body, calling out to her.

It was boiling hot. Everything was damp.

The smell is nice, though...

Maybe because of the Western blood mixed in her veins, her scent carried a sharp, stimulating tang. Yet blended with all those pheromones, it was pure bliss for Dohyun.

This... isn't just sweat, is it?

During the night her breasts had leaked milk that mixed with their sweat, leaving her skin slick and glistening. The sweet aroma of milk fat tickled his nose. The softness of her pale, barley-toned skin was beyond compare.

It felt good.

The only problem was—

"Noah... let me go..."

He was completely surrounded by her body. He couldn't move. He could barely breathe.

When he'd first opened his eyes, he hadn't known where he was.

Where the hell am I?

It was dark, cold yet hot, slimy, soft, squishy, fragrant, and extremely humid.

After a moment of confusion, it hit him.

Ah.

From the texture alone, he could guess his location.

He was trapped between Noah's enormous breasts.

While she'd slept, her top had ridden up from all her tossing and turning. She'd kept pulling him closer and closer until he'd ended up buried deep in her cleavage.

Like a living swamp of flesh.

It wasn't mere cleavage—it was a deep, massive canyon of breasts. Buried inside that canyon, Dohyun struggled.

"Let... me... go... just for a second..."

He wriggled, trying to escape the canyon, but—

"Mmm... stay... stay..."

Noah's sleep-talking pulled him right back down to the bottom.

"Noah... hey... let me..."

He struggled again, only to be dragged back once more.

"..."

No matter how he tried to avoid her arms, the structure of her flesh seemed designed to swallow him deeper with every movement. It was a literal swamp of flesh.

A ridiculously soft, ridiculously smooth, ridiculously good-smelling swamp.

Her breasts, each nearly the size of an exercise ball, squeezed his entire upper body from every direction.

The mixture of breast milk and sweat acted like piston lubricant, sealing every gap so tightly that almost no air could get through.

"Let me go, Noah..."

"Mmm... Dohyun... mmm..."

He kept pleading, but Noah was completely out cold. The burn treatment must have exhausted her more than he'd realized.

Or maybe she simply couldn't hear him. With no air coming in, his voice had nowhere to go.

"Zzz... ngh?!... mmm... mmm..."

Now she was even snoring.

How someone could snore while lying on her side was beyond him. She must have been utterly drained.

Part of him felt sorry for her, but right now his own survival took priority.

"Noah... hey..."

"Hrrk... ngh?!"

A particularly powerful snore shook her whole body, sending deep vibrations through the man trapped inside.

It felt like being rocked in a cradle.

"Mmm... grr... grr..."

Her breathing stopped for a moment, then ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠came the pleasant sound of breathing mixed with teeth grinding. Even the grinding became a soothing vibration that massaged his entire body.

Heartbeat. Teeth grinding. Snoring.

Every vibration was soft and pleasurable.

Is this what ASMR feels like?

The trapped heat kept building. The tiny air pocket in front of his nose was running out of oxygen.

Now he was only breathing in carbon dioxide. His consciousness grew hazy.

Good smells, good sounds, good vibrations, good sensations—all of them stroking him in a steady rhythm.

Just go to sleep already.

Ah, this feels so fucking good. Am I dying? It's so hot I can't breathe. But why does it feel so good? Is this the light before death? I don't know. Anyway, it feels so damn good. Maybe this is how a fetus feels inside the womb...

An unprecedented sense of comfort and peace clouded his mind. Just as his oxygen-starved brain cells were about to conclude Doesn't this count as a peaceful death?—

No.

Suddenly a line from a movie flashed through his head: If you fall asleep here, you'll die!

What followed was even worse.

The headline: Young Man in His 20s Suffocates Between a Woman's Breasts...

His obituary, plastered across cheap internet gossip sites. And the comments beneath it.

And then the image of his mother at the funeral, sobbing and screaming his name.

No. Absolutely not.

This had Darwin Award written all over it.

"Fuuu... ck... I haven't even... had sex yet...!!"

They say humans exhibit superhuman strength when facing death.

Dohyun crawled desperately between the twin mountains of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠flesh. (The sensation against his hands and shoulders felt far too good.)

"Noah!"

He thrust his head up above her chest with all his might.

Drenched in sweat and breast milk, the sight of Dohyun poking his head out resembled nothing so much as a newborn baby bird.

"Eh... uh?"

Noah finally cracked her eyes open, looking dazed for a moment.

"Five more minutes... Dohyun..."

She giggled sleepily and tried to shove his head back between her breasts.

Only after that desperate struggle for survival could Dohyun finally sigh in relief.

"Fuck... I almost died... I almost suffocated to death in a woman's cleavage..."

Having stood at the edge of life and death, Dohyun shuddered with belated fear.

"A-are you okay? I'm sorry! Ah. Aah... What should I do? Should I tie my hands and feet when I sleep from now on? If Dohyun likes that kind of play, I'll do it!!"

Noah was waving her hands wildly in confusion, blurting out whatever came to mind.

After they finished breakfast, in the afternoon—

"Let's see... Would this work?"

"Yeah!"

Dohyun and Noah were browsing a tablet together, choosing an item.

On the screen was a wristband-style personal alarm commonly used by children or the elderly. In dangerous situations, you could press the button hard or pull the cord to emit a loud sound.

It wasn't for Noah.

It was for Dohyun to wear.

The purpose was simple.

"If it really feels like I can't take it anymore, I'll activate this..."

So he could wake her up before he suffocated to death in her embrace.

It looked rather crude, like an electronic ankle monitor, but he chose it under the assumption that "when engineers win over designers, the performance is guaranteed."

He had considered sleeping separately, but—

Just hinting at it sent Noah spiraling into another panic attack, so he had no choice but to drop the idea.

After spending a long time calming her down—

"No. You didn't do anything wrong, Noah."

Dohyun looked at her with a deliberately playful smile and chuckled.

"It's these breasts! These breasts are the ones at fault!"

He poked her chest repeatedly with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠his fingertips.

As playfully as possible. Like a joke. As if it were nothing.

"Why do they feel so good, huh? I almost got my nose crushed! You naughty breasts! Why do you feel so good!"

"It tickles, Dohyun—!!♡"

Noah narrowed her eyes in pleasure and let out a cute nasal moan at his teasing.

After several rounds of such childish antics—

"You didn't do anything wrong, Noah."

Dohyun gently pulled her head into his arms.

"Don't worry about it. You didn't do anything wrong. You don't need to think about that at all."

Dohyun savored the feeling of her.

"Mm..."

And Noah savored the feeling of him.

A pleasant, all too pleasant, sweet and ever sweeter touch filled with sympathy and pity.

Like a single pinch of opium.