Stock the Warehouse Generously - 9
"It's a gift."
Seon Yeowon couldn't hide her bewilderment as she looked at the man smiling brightly in front of her. It was food. Not an enormous amount, but desperately needed for this orphanage.
"This is..."
She was afraid. Deep down, she wanted to say she couldn't accept it. Right now, she had no means to pay the "price for the favor" that he would surely demand.
The food he'd brought last time was still left. They could hold out until it was gone. She'd already bought enough time. The organization would extend a saving hand before everyone here starved to death—and once they did, there'd be no need to cling to his handouts.
But his gift was still a sweet temptation. The children were watching. Kids who'd been hungry for so long. She couldn't blame them for showing their desire to eat their fill of delicious food.
She could hope the organization would visit the orphanage again soon, but she couldn't be sure. If she refused his kindness now, he'd probably never come back. Then she'd really have to lead the kids out into the world. Risk their lives to reach a supply point and scavenge food.
"Feel free to take it."
She absolutely couldn't trust his words. The moment she thought she owed him a debt, who knew what he'd do.
Yeowon agonized over it for a long time. And finally, she made her decision.
"Thank you. We'll gratefully accept."
He was beaming. He gazed at the children with soft eyes. But Yeowon, who knew what kind of twisted notions men could hold, couldn't see even that gaze as pure.
The orphanage kids must not be made to repay this man. Even if it meant her own sacrifice.
From the start, all this... The orphanage's food shortage was her fault.
"I want to... repay your kindness. Could you come with me for a moment?"
"Pardon?"
"There are too many eyes here..."
Yeowon gripped her desk and stood, forcing her trembling legs to carry her up to the second floor. Once in her room, she entered with him and locked the door.
"You don't have to give anything. You're doing good deeds, so think of this as my sponsorship—"
Having made her choice, Yeowon opened her mouth with a quivering voice.
"Would you like to touch my breasts?"
She felt a bit uneasy. She had some confidence in her chest. But would a man risking danger to bring a decent amount of food to a place like this be satisfied with just Yeowon's breasts? Sex wasn't just for his sake either. There were women overflowing with lust who bragged they'd do anything for a man once. Those who'd actually met real men—not the ones from dirty comics or media—didn't spout such things lightly.
But Yeowon had already resolved herself. No matter how painful or agonizing, it was better for her to suffer alone.
Yeowon looked at the man.
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"...Pardon?"
I couldn't bring myself to say no. Morally, nodding here would be utter madness. But seeing those massive breasts, the word "no" wouldn't come out.
"Do you want to touch my breasts?"
Breasts so huge they wouldn't seem small even compared to her face swayed right before my eyes.
'Whew...' I needed to regain my senses. I hadn't come to the orphanage to plunder her body. This was purely charity for the kids living here.
"That's... okay. I'll head out now."
I was a little—no, very—shaken, but I shook off the temptation. As I stood to open the door and leave, the director desperately blocked me.
"No. You can't leave."
Leaning back against the door and looking up at me, she made my cock twitch.
"If you're just going to leave, kill me first. Until I repay your kindness here... I absolutely, absolutely won't let you go."
I could see her puffing her cheeks slightly, shaking her head. She was cute.
'Kindness... huh.'
Thanks to my talk with Seohee, I could roughly guess why she was acting like this. The food I'd given her was precious to her. And she believed it was a debt she couldn't repay without offering her body. She was anxious that if I left this room, I might go after the kids.
'Well...' In the end, I decided to interpret the situation positively. I wasn't turning her into a sex slave and stripping her of human rights and will. I wasn't ravaging her body, stealing her purity mercilessly. Just touching her breasts. That's all.
"Got it. Calm down. Let's sit and... talk first."
"You won't leave?"
"Of course not."
I hadn't looked in a mirror, but I was sure I'd failed at controlling my expression. My mouth was probably grinning ear to ear.
"First off, um... Director? Could you tell me your name?"
Touching breasts without even knowing her name felt sinfully immoral somehow.
"I'm Seon Yeowon."
"Kim Sunwoo. Nice to meet you."
It felt a bit awkward as a greeting before groping her chest, but oh well. Most situations or media I knew didn't explain, 'How to converse when a woman offers her breasts to repay a favor?'
"I'll touch them now."
"Feel free. I'll just sit here still..."
I brought my hands to her massive breasts.
"Nngh..."
The rough, stiff clothes she wore meant I couldn't feel the texture from outside. But I could sense their enormous size. Something soft and pleasant was hidden inside those clothes.
"Th-that...!"
She pushed me away slightly. A bit disappointing, but this was enough. If it helped shake off her sense of debt, it was fine—
"I-I'll make it easier to touch."
"This is enough—"
"No..."
Instead of replying, I sat quietly in the chair, watching her as she looked on the verge of tears.
"Ugh..."
She shrugged off her leather jacket. A white shirt hidden beneath was revealed. No bra. The outlines of her huge breasts and nipples peeked through the fabric.
"..."
Then, she took off the white shirt too. Her breasts lifted slightly with the motion, then thudded down heavily as she fully removed it.
'That movement...'
It was a miraculous motion from that massive lump of flesh. I gazed at her slowly, then began touching her breasts.
"Nnghaah..."
Just holding something slightly heavy in my hands brought a satisfaction I'd never imagined. So soft. Each time my fingers touched, it enveloped me warmly from within. Yet there was elasticity too—not pushing me away, but a rebound from that voluptuous chest.
"Haah... Not there..."
I gently tickled the underside where flesh met breast.
"Nngh..."
She didn't seem to hate it, letting out hot moans nonstop.
Just touching. Just touching...
I wanted to suck her nipples right now, lay her on the bed beside us, and thrust my straining cock into her pussy. But that wasn't our deal. Just touching her breasts. Only that far.
I grabbed both with both hands, gradually squeezing to savor the feel slowly.
Yeowon's breasts were unreal—just their existence felt impossible. No breast implants in this world, and proper nutrition from childhood seemed unlikely for most. Truly blessed breasts. Even meeting tons of women, finding ones this size would be rare.
"So soft. Amazing..."
"F-fingers, nngh, th-there..."
Each time my fingers dug deep, she squeezed her eyes shut and moaned.
Like a kid playing with tactile toys, I kept toying with her breasts. Mashing them together to form a massive cleavage. Suppressing the urge to shove my cock in there wasn't easy.
Once I'd played enough, I pinched her nipple lightly.
"Hyaahhh!!!"
She let out a huge moan, body shuddering.
"Uh, uh..."
A familiar scent hit me. The smell of fluids from a woman climaxing.
Her crotch was wet.
'W-was that too much...'
I'd gone overboard. Never meant to go this far, but her breasts made me lose control.
"Shall we stop here?"
"Y-yes, yes..."
She nodded frantically, flustered. After fixing her clothes, she panted, gazing at me with trembling eyes.
"Is... this enough to repay your kindness?"
"Of course."
I pretended nonchalance, leaning by the window to stare outside. I lacked the confidence to meet her eyes just yet.
"...Huh?"
Then, I noticed something odd. Zombie corpses and bloodstains in the street. Like someone had passed through here.
Before we arrived at the orphanage, there hadn't been any bodies.