12. Nuzzling Nuzzling
"Auntie... Even though... I knew it was a zombie, hngh..."
Following my instincts, I twisted my face just a little, acting like I'd been deeply shocked. Hye-yeon auntie immediately sat me down on the sofa right next to her, her face full of pity. Then she gently wrapped her arms around my head. Naturally, my face pressed right into her plump, bouncy upper cleavage, and at the same time, the world's sweetest voice whispered into my ear.
"Minwoo, it's okay... you're okay... You didn't do anything wrong, Minwoo."
She stroked my hair softly, whispering endless affectionate reassurances to care for my mental state. Her sugary voice melted away the tension I'd built up dealing with that test subject. Separately from savoring her soothing tone, though, all my focus was on my face. I was reveling—no, imprinting—the sensation of her no-bra mammaries, not knowing when I'd get another chance.
With my facial skin even more sensitive than usual, I executed a subtle nuzzle-nuzzle against her soft-yet-firm upper tits. Swish... swish... It was only millimeter movements to avoid arousing her suspicion, but the texture of her breasts through the thin T-shirt felt incredibly vivid. The cozy warmth that made my eyes glaze over was standard fare. Without the bra in the way, the raw tautness of her flesh was pure ecstasy beyond words. And mixed in with her shampoo-scented body aroma? It was literal paradise—no nirvana required.
I was even tempted to thank Test Subject No. 1 for creating this opportunity.
No-bra mammaries are the best...
While stealing glances at auntie to gauge her reaction, I threw in occasional "Auntie, hngh..." whimpers to sell that I was still shaken. About two minutes in, as much as I regretted losing that dizzying bare-breast feel, it was starting to feel awkward to keep my face buried any longer.
That's when auntie's unexpected assist came in.
"Minwoo, feeling a bit better now?"
"Yeah, auntie. I can get up now—"
"No, stay like this a little longer. Auntie has something to tell you while holding you."
I'd thought her words meant it was time to pull away, so I was lifting my head while hiding my reluctant expression. But she wrapped her arms around my head again and whispered that she had something to say in this position. Then, pulling me even closer than before, she confessed.
"Watching you handle that zombie alone earlier... it made me realize something..."
Hye-yeon auntie had noticed something from my little experiment just now. Her voice carried affection mixed with what felt like determination, and as her hand stroking my hair slid down to my neck, she continued.
"I could see you struggling so hard, but there was nothing I could really do. I didn't want to get in your way by jumping in, and I was scared too..."
"No, it was just—"
"Shh. Listen to what auntie has to say first."
I was about to absolve her self-reproach when her "shh" cut me off. At the same time, her soft finger pressed vertically against my lips. I nodded slightly, my head still pressed to her plump cleavage, and she opened her mouth again.
"So I thought about what I could do for my hardworking Minwoo. And I figured out something I can do for you."
"What's that?"
"Support."
For a split second, my mind flashed to that one game where "support" gets mocked as a "tool" for messing up the canyon. But then came auntie's detailed explanation, her hand now caressing my cheek away from her chest.
"It's not just today—things like this will keep happening. Whenever they do, auntie will take care of your mental state like this. Oh, and it's not like I'll just stand back watching forever..."
She went on about using her breasts to help me(?) whenever I was stressed, then hurriedly added a disclaimer so I wouldn't misunderstand. Her cute panic made my lips curl up involuntarily, and the little devil inside me whispered again.
This is the moment to push one step further.
The next instant, as I looked up at her flushed face while she kept explaining, my mouth opened.
"Sounds good, auntie. So from now on, I can lean on you like this whenever I'm worn out?"
"Y-yeah, of course, Minwoo."
"Then I'll stay like this a bit longer. My heart's still kinda racing..."
"Of course! Auntie will hold you until you feel calm."
Moving♡ At my request to extend the mammary care, she immediately pulled my head into her warm embrace, offering up her chest. Thanks to that, my chin, lips, and nose sank into the deep valley I'd been too cautious to invade before. At the same time, my arms—which had been wandering—wrapped around her back and waist. Our bodies pressed tighter, making the ecstatic sensation of her warm tits against my face even more vivid.
Especially the way her plump flesh squished my cheeks from both sides—it was artistic perfection. I nearly unleashed an unconscious head-shake-shake.
Ah... but wouldn't it be fine to do it now?
Wouldn't it be fine? That spell-like phrase that fills any man with unfounded confidence. As the unofficial No. 1 cause of death popped into my head, my urge to head-shake-shake skyrocketed.
Yeah. Auntie even said to use her tits freely (she didn't), and the mood's perfect, so no problem.
With my dark desire overriding even Cold Judgment, I began cautiously rubbing my face side to side. Her luscious mammaries—gathered toward the center by her arms around my head—ground against my face, and her sticky, cock-stiffening body scent invaded my nostrils in waves. My eyelids fluttered as I inwardly marveled nonstop.
Whoa, this is insane... Auntie's tits are the best. Nothing like groping over her bra last night...
Even groping over her bra last night had been overwhelmingly satisfying. But with just a thin T-shirt and nothing else in the way, the raw feel of her bare mammaries was on another level. Hmm... how to put it... Like the difference between Europa League and Champions League in soccer? Europa's high-level, sure, but the Champions is the untouchable best.
In other words, the no-bra tit texture I was nuzzling right now was the pinnacle.
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As Kim Minwoo's eyes glazed over with his face pressed to her voluptuous breasts, Lee Hye-yeon smiled, convinced her choice was right. After all, her nephew's face—stiff from slaying the zombie—had brightened up.
As expected... He's been so composed since yesterday, but Minwoo must've been scared and stressed too. Glad I can help my nephew like this.
She felt a twinge about going braless, but seeing him nuzzle side to side like a spoiled kid erased even that worry. Then, her hand stroking his neck extended to caress his broad back. The firm texture of his rippling muscles under her palm sent something slithering up inside her.
Her gaze drifted lower. There was the same sight from this morning.
That thing again...
His pants front, swollen and asserting its overwhelming presence. He'd tried crossing his legs to hide it, but it wasn't enough to conceal that long, thick silhouette.
And with that, a forgotten issue resurfaced. Her nephew currently nestled against her—the one who'd groped her last night with lustful hands—and how she'd felt strange satisfaction and arousal from it. Then came memories of the thick night-flower scent in his room this morning and his massively erect cock, reigniting the conflict between her instincts and morality.
Get a grip, Lee Hye-yeon! This is Minwoo! You've known him since he was a baby—getting turned on by him normal? Are you an animal?
The world's ending—morals and rules are pointless now. He's not even blood-related. We're just man and woman. Look at him—he's your ideal type all this time!
Her instincts and morals clashed repeatedly over accepting her non-blood nephew Kim Minwoo as a "stud." The fierce debate began tipping one way.
The cause? Obviously, Kim Minwoo nuzzling her breasts. His intensifying nuzzle-nuzzle aroused her, pushing her toward instinct.
So what if we become that kind of couple? Who's gonna complain? The world's gone, barely anyone left... Even my sister might understand.
Lee Hye-yeon, who'd half-jokingly said she'd marry her nephew when he grew up. With the zombie apocalypse crumbling the world, that joke edged toward reality.