Seeping In (3)
The soft, yielding sensation of her breast transmitted through the palm of my right hand.
If a light brush already felt this soft, grabbing and kneading it would only deliver even more of that plush give.
“……Oppa.”
Gulp.
My Adam’s apple bobbed before I could stop it.
I glanced at Seolhwa. She was looking straight back at me, the corners of her mouth curved in the faintest smile.
The look said, What are you waiting for? Touch me already.
……I’m going insane.
I was a guy, no two ways about it. A woman’s breasts—size be damned—were something I liked, something I wanted to feel. But still. We were on a moving highway bus.
If we’d been at home it might have been different. Beyond the curtain behind my seat, classmates from the same school were asleep. Their sleep was light; even a slightly indecent sound would wake them.
“You can just touch me quietly, right……?”
……Yeah. They were asleep.
As long as I was careful not to wake them—as long as I made no sound at all, like a dead mouse—it would be fine, wouldn’t it?
There was that saying, after all: a man who won’t eat the meal set before him is a disgrace to manhood.
Seolhwa had gone this far. Sitting still would have been unforgivable as a guy. And if I just kept the noise down, we wouldn’t get caught.
“…….”
As long as no one found out, there was no problem.
That dangerous thought moved my body for me.
I tugged the curtain until our seats were completely sealed off, then gently closed my right hand around Seolhwa’s breast.
She really had come without a bra. Soft, pliant flesh with just enough spring filled my entire palm. At the same time a cute little nasal sound slipped past her lips.
“Ah, nngh…….”
“……Seolhwa.”
Make a sound and we’ll get caught.
Okay…….
I mouthed the words; she nodded as if she understood. I put strength into my fingertips again and kneaded her breast.
I bent my joints hard, working it over her clothes with all my might while holding my breath. The springy, squishy feel came through—like kneading a perfectly elastic pudding the size of a volleyball.
……Whoa.
Overwhelmed by the sheer volume of Seolhwa’s mountain-range breasts, I kneaded without thinking and swallowed a sharp breath. A strange conviction hit me. It was the first time I’d ever touched a woman’s chest, so I couldn’t be sure—but these felt completely natural.
The proof was the sensation under my hand. This soft, yielding, almost ecstatic softness could never be faked. If something like this could be manufactured, the planet would never have heard the words “declining birth rate.”
“Nngh, a little gentler…….”
I told you not to make noise.
Shh. I pressed a finger to her lips, then simply opened my palm and covered her mouth completely.
“……Mmph.”
It was a rough move; she had every right to hate it. Instead Seolhwa’s eyes curved in pleasure. True to her completely different brand of perversion, she seemed to like even this.
“…….”
I really ought to straighten this little deviant out, but the breasts under my hands were so addictive I had no room left for that thought.
I listened carefully to the surroundings. Still quiet. Reassured, I moved again. My right hand kept her mouth sealed while my left slid under the hem of her T-shirt and seized her bare breast.
……Hah.
Warm, sweet breath tickled my palm. Its owner smiled at me with her eyes, as if asking with nothing but a look, Does it feel good……? I leaned close and whispered.
“……Yeah. It does.”
“Ha, nngh…….”
Seolhwa’s face flushed scarlet. The color climbed her ears, her nape, until she was as red as a ripe persimmon. Knowing she was reacting to my voice—the voice she claimed to love so much—sent heat rushing through me as well.
I brushed past her cheek and pressed my lips to the cute little lobe that swayed when she moved, then let my fingers play. Roughly halfway across the soft swell, something stood stiffly at attention. I parted my middle and ring fingers and trapped it between them.
“……Hhk.”
Seolhwa’s shoulders trembled. Her tightly sealed lips slowly parted. If I left her alone she would let out another lewd cry, so I quickly pushed my right index finger into her mouth.
She latched on at once. As if my finger were a rope dropped from heaven, she pursed her lips and sucked gently, then brought her tongue into it and licked with desperate focus.
……That’s lewd.
For someone who claimed she’d never dated a guy, the eagerness was almost too much—but then again, I’d never dated a girl either. I was in no position to judge.
Either way, the bus seat made the posture damnably awkward.
I turned fully sideways, properly seating my finger in her mouth, and leisurely kneaded her breast. Every time I lightly flicked the hard nipple, her body jerked. The more she did, the harder I pressed, pinning her so she couldn’t move.
“Euh, hnnngh…….”
Seolhwa squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them again.
Even with my tongue pressing firmly against hers, she looked like she couldn’t hold it in anymore; her eyes were wet and shining. Unsteady pupils, the corners of her eyes glittering with the first hint of tears. The flushed skin of her throat seemed to speak for everything she was feeling. No doubt the place between her legs was already soaked.
I glanced down. Seolhwa’s right hand was under her skirt, fidgeting.
She couldn’t leave those pale thighs alone; she kept rubbing them together as if she were properly in heat. She must have tried touching herself in secret, failed, and now wanted me to do it for her. Her left hand kept catching the hem of my shirt and tugging.
“…….”
Seolhwa, face burning red, looked up at me. One light touch and the tears would fall—yet somehow, weirdly, a faint sadistic urge stirred in me.
It might sound like something a pervert would say, but…… seeing that face that looked ready to cry only made me want to torment her a little more.
I didn’t want to see Seolhwa cry because of me. Absolutely not. But I did want her to want me so badly that tears almost spilled without her noticing.
I didn’t know what label to put on that feeling. Greed, maybe. Desire to dominate. Desire to conquer. Whatever it was, the action I needed to take was already decided.
“……Seolhwa.”
She simply looked back at me without answering.
“What do you want me to do for you?”
I took my hand from her lips and pressed firmly against the soft shell of her ear.
Seolhwa flinched, then gently caught my sleeve.
“……Do, do it for me.”
Her voice was too small; I barely caught it.
I lightly cupped her chin, looked down at her, and asked again.
“What was that?”
“……I-I want you to do it for me.”
“Say it louder.”
Our faces were close now.
“I-I mean…….”
Just as Seolhwa was about to speak—
……Clunk!
Screeech, thud—.
The bus body rocked slightly. The jolt yanked both of us out of our private world; we flinched hard. A moment later the sleeping students began to stir and murmur one after another.
“All right, everyone! The driver’s stopping at a rest area for a bit, so anyone who needs the bathroom, go now! We regroup at ten-thirty!”
Only after Jehyun’s reminder—“We can’t leave until roll call is finished, so be on time!”—did the situation make sense.
No accident. Just a lane change for the rest stop.
“…….”
“…….”
Yanked back to reality by the interruption, Seolhwa and I looked at each other awkwardly and pulled our hands away.
Then, as if nothing had happened, we straightened our clothes, stared out the window, and muttered.
“Kind of hot, right?”
“Y-yeah. A little…… hot.”
“…….”
“…….”
“Don’t forget—ten-thirty!”
“See you in a bit, then…….”
“……Y-yes.”
Five minutes later, highway rest area.
“Haa…….”
I let out a long breath and pressed a vending-machine button.
Clunk— a can of coffee tumbled down with a racket. I bent, retrieved it, cracked the tab without ceremony, and drank.
—Sip.
The cold liquid cooled the heat that had been simmering in my gut. Cooling my insides, though, didn’t erase the memory.
Half-empty can in hand, I stood there blankly while the earlier moment crept back in.
“…….”
It had been ridiculously soft.
Soft enough that if I could touch it again I would, soft enough that just that much contact made me feel like my brain might short-circuit.
So this was why guys lost their minds the second they saw a woman’s chest.
Until now the urge had been pure curiosity—I just wanted to know what it felt like. From now on it would be stronger: I wouldn’t be able to forget that texture and would want to feel it one more time. Stopping halfway only made it worse.
If it hadn’t been for the rest stop—if we’d had even five more minutes—I probably would have gone further. Same thing last time at my studio apartment when Seolhwa’s mother called. The timing was always spiteful like this.
“……Am I cursed or something?”
The fortune-telling I’d gotten as a kid had said everything would go well after I turned twenty, but maybe folk beliefs really weren’t worth trusting.
Tch. I clicked my tongue and drained the rest of the coffee. Cold liquid slid down my throat. I tossed the empty can into the trash and was about to turn away without a second thought when—
“Um…….”
Footsteps. Someone stepped up beside me and spoke.
Thinking it might be Seolhwa, I spun around eagerly. It wasn’t. It was a girl about my age I’d never seen before. Early-to-mid twenties at a guess, lots of aegyo-sal under her eyes, corners of her mouth naturally lifted. Overall a cute puppy-like face.
“You’re the one who was standing in front of our bus earlier, right?”
“Sorry? Bus?”
“The computer-engineering guy who was standing in front of Bus No. 4? You’re wearing the exact same clothes……?”
“Oh—are you from the dance department?”
“Yes. Dance, class of ’23.”
“Ah.”
That explained the long limbs for an ordinary person. Modern dance was famous for caring about body proportions; hearing “dance, class of ’23” made everything click.
“Are you class of ’23 too?”
“No, I’m ’22.”
“Ahh, so you’re my sunbae. Is it okay if I just call you sunbae from now on?”
We weren’t even in the same department, and we didn’t know each other’s faces. “Sunbae” felt weirdly intimate, but she was being so friendly that shoving her away seemed rude.
“Uh, sure, if you want…….”
I was about to ask what she needed when the dance-department girl held out her phone.
“Sunbae, could you tell me your Instagram ID?”
“……What?”
“Ah, it’s not like that! I know you have a girlfriend. I just want to be friends—easy sunbae-hoobae who chat sometimes. That’s why I’m asking.”
“…….”
I looked her over without meaning to.
A complete stranger asking for personal info made my defenses snap up automatically.
She must have sensed the hesitation; the nameless dance girl gave me a soft eye-smile.
“If that’s still too much, how about this? I’ll give you my Instagram ID, and you can contact me whenever you feel like it?”
Before I could answer she pulled a small scrap of paper from her pocket and held it out.
“Here. My Instagram ID.”
“Huh? ……Uh.”
I hadn’t particularly wanted it, but she more or less forced it into my right hand.
I looked at it half in a daze. It was a cute little memo sheet. On the colorful background her Instagram ID was written in pretty handwriting, and at the end was a short note.
[her Instagram ID]
I’ll be waiting for your message.
Sunbae ♡
“Okay then, sunbae, I’ll head off. Feel free to DM me anytime—no pressure!”
“Wait, hold on…….”
Half bewildered, half flustered, I called after her too late. She was already walking away.
I stood there watching her swinging ponytail grow smaller, then looked down at the scrap still sitting in my palm.
It was pretty, the way girls’ memo paper always is, but that didn’t help me figure out what to do with it. I had zero desire to contact that dance-department girl, and zero desire to become her sunbae-hoobae either.
Left standing in front of the vending machine with a weird piece of paper forced into my hand, I let out a hollow laugh and toyed with the note.
I’d already accepted it, and it had personal info on it, so I couldn’t just leave it lying around. Take it home and throw it away later?
“Pretty aggressive girl…….”
I slipped it into my pocket so I wouldn’t drop it, muttered something between admiration and exasperation, and turned around.
Then I nearly jumped out of my skin.
“……Whoa—you scared me.”
I had no idea when she’d approached, but Seolhwa was already standing right behind me. Our eyes met.
A little shorter than the dance-department girl who had just come and gone, Seolhwa looked up at me steadily and opened her mouth.
“Oppa.”
“Y-yeah.”
“——Who was that girl?”