Chapter 19
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: The Treatment a Busty Woman Receives is Strange
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The treatment a busty woman received was strange.
My enthusiastic praise that bigger was better. Big breasts are great. I wondered if this might be sexual harassment.
Maybe it was because of the bond we'd built up, or perhaps in this world, it was the kind of compliment that offered comfort.
Choi Eunhee placed a hand on her chest and nodded, looking touched.
"My breasts kept getting bigger, and once they passed F-cup, I really lost a lot of confidence."
Fat in a woman's body piles up 98% in the breasts or hips.
So once you go beyond F-cup, it's not just voluptuous anymore—it's chubby, then straight-up fat, at least that's the impression in this world.
Great minds think alike. Everyone in this world was stuffed full.
"And my lower belly has gotten fat too."
To protect the uterus, women's lower bellies naturally store fat there. It was always a subtly sexy spot to me—
She subtly cupped her lower belly with both hands to show me.
'That's hot as hell, for real.'
Well, even in my original universe. Especially foreign women often didn't gain fat in their upper bodies.
Korean guys often found women with fat only in their legs—huge asses and thighs—overwhelming.
It was a matter of taste.
As long as it looked good to me, coming from another universe, that was all that mattered.
"It looks bulky, and no matter what I wear, it bulges out, so I could never wear something this form-fitting. It's all thanks to you, Technician."
"My doing?"
I didn't think I'd ever showered her with compliments like that.
I'd called her beautiful before, but never complimented her figure so directly.
Her eyes flicked downward.
"When I was younger, my breasts were C-cups and I got a fair bit of attention. So I'm used to guys staring."
More than the stares, my rock-hard cock was surely throbbing against my pants, veins pulsing visibly.
I gave my dick a little twitch, and the customer glanced down again.
"Ah, sorry. If that bothered you, I really—"
As I bowed my head, Eunhee quickly came over, flustered, and lifted my chin.
'This is bliss.'
A stunningly pretty woman cupped my cheek with her soft hand and tilted my face up. To look at her face, my gaze naturally dropped to the deep cleavage tracing a long line inside her black tank top.
"I shouldn't have said that. Not that it bothered me. A young guy like you looking at me that way... it's just making me act foolish, haha."
So, even if I said out loud what my eyes were devouring, it wasn't harassment—it was a compliment.
If the person herself called it a compliment, who cared about my standards?
I fixed my gaze on that alluring cleavage. A strangely lewd, nutty almond scent wafted up from the moist valley.
"Ah, good. Haha, I said I was managing my gaze, but your breasts are huge, your hips are massive, and your waist is so slim—it's a perfect hourglass figure."
If this were the old me, a total virgin, there's no way I could've thrown sexual-harassment-level compliments at a woman.
It was with Eunhee's permission, but my aching balls felt like they'd relocated my brain straight to my crotch.
"I don't know what other guys think. My type is wide hips and well-developed lower body. Evolutionarily, that's ideal for childbirth, so human instinct draws us to women with dramatically curved figures..."
Once my mouth opened, it wouldn't stop. Good for making babies, evolutionary, human instinct—worst possible things to say.
From her reactions so far, she wouldn't slap me, but it was the worst kind of compliment for a woman.
I felt the limits of a virgin and scrambled for something she'd actually like.
"Plus, your skin is so fair, and your face is the prettiest I've seen in person."
It was the truth.
She didn't seem like she was lying about being pretty back in the day. If my sister Sihyun had an idol vibe, Customer Choi Eunhee had the face of a perfect actress.
"That's why managing my gaze was so hard."
I scratched my head lightly, screaming internally, 'I'm screwed!'
Looking flustered by my over-the-top talk, Choi Eunhee had stepped back a bit, cupping her cheeks with both hands.
"Ah, thank you so much. For seeing me that way."
Her flushed face—flushed from pleasure or embarrassment, I couldn't tell.
A strange tension and heavy silence flowed between us, hard to bear.
"Want help putting the waterproof cover on the bed?"
At my question, Choi Eunhee nodded with a soft smile. Her eyes looked a little misty, making her even prettier.
"Sure, I'd appreciate that."
Choi Eunhee watched Han Siwoo earnestly fitting the waterproof cover onto the bed, her ears burning red.
'He's even cuter up close.'
Earlier, he'd gone on about evolution and how she looked perfect for having babies, but it hadn't bothered her.
His words were awkwardly tangled, but ultimately, he'd said she was pretty and sexually appealing.
She could feel it from his expression and earnest tone.
Hearing him so desperately affirm how attractive her body—always repulsive to her—was as a woman, her heart had thumped unexpectedly.
'Getting flustered over a guy that young... I'm such a fool.'
She knew it was foolish. But today, Choi Eunhee didn't want to stop.
He looked like he was in his twenties, and from his speech and lack of boldness, he seemed inexperienced with women.
"Thanks so much for the free waterproof cover. My husband just sleeps, but the blankets and mattress turn yellow weirdly, so I was worried."
"It happens sometimes with men. The headboard material here is good quality. One wipe and it'll remove all the oil stains."
It was called waterproof, but felt like soft fabric, not plastic. Curious, she ran her fingers over it and approached the innocent young man.
"You said buying the frame would be good, right? What exactly makes it so great?"
She drew closer, until their breaths almost touched.
His slightly trembling hand up close made her lower belly, her womb, throb.
He pressed down on the bed.
"Pressing it yourself will let you feel it best."
"Oh?"
With mischief sparking, she surprised even herself with bolder moves. She naturally placed her hand over his.
Squeeze—
"Like this? Hmm... not sure. Well, I'm thinking of buying one since I won't share with my husband anymore."
She pressed his hand firmly while subtly brushing her breast against his shoulder.
It slipped a little.
She felt the faint sweat between his knuckles. Drawn to the warmth from his hand, Choi Eunhee gripped his wrist like a bracelet and sat on the bed.
"Sitting on it, it does feel less bouncy, like you said."
"Yes. That frame has springs too, so it absorbs weight better and doesn't shake."
At that, she slowly released his wrist, pressing her sweaty palms to either side.
She was wearing a skirt.
A tight one with a slit up the front—something her daughter bought but never wore. It came right to her knees.
She dragged her hips back, yanking the waist up with one hand.
The skirt inched higher, up to mid-thigh.
She spread her legs slightly.
The thick thighs, clinging tight, loosened and parted.
A cool breeze made Choi Eunhee blush and shiver faintly.
Her body was so hot—was it the boiler? The room air felt chilly, brushing her thighs.
'This should be visible now, right?'
Thump, thump.
Blood rushed through her body, heart pounding hard.
She felt his gaze climbing her heated, flushed skin—over her calves, knees, thighs, and deeper inside. His pupils dilated, trembling. Her thighs quivered inward in response.
Instinct urged her to close them from shame, but the rush of blood made them swell thicker, tingling. She bit her lower lip and held them apart.
'Must be wet by now.'
It felt like lewd steam was rising from between her thighs, carrying a musky scent.
Her voice came out trembling, sultry—cheap-sounding, she thought—as she forced her throat open.
"Pressing with hands doesn't tell me much. Want to lie down on it for a sec?"
"Huh?"
Seeing the technician freeze in shock, Choi Eunhee flashed a seductive smile.
He didn't look unwilling.
Just an inexperienced guy who didn't know what to do.
Because his pants were bulging like they might burst, twitching wildly and leaking precum.
'I wonder if that could even fit.'
Having such naughty thoughts, she patted the spot beside her.
"Well, it's just for my husband alone now, so the two of us should equal his weight."
Han Siwoo wore an indescribably complicated expression—heavy crotch making his lower body move faster than his face—as he sat beside Choi Eunhee.
She smiled at him, finding it adorable.