Her Secret Proposal (1)
I searched for somewhere — anywhere — to rest my eyes that wasn't her breasts, straining as if they might burst free at any second.
"So what is it, Dongho?"
She leaned in toward me, telling me to hurry up and spit it out. The deep valley of her cleavage, plunging into her bra top, was practically begging me to slide a hand inside.
"It's about Seongdae..."
"Yeah. What about him?"
She caught my wrist, curiosity written all over her face. Goosebumps prickled up my arm the instant her soft fingers made contact. She started gently rubbing the skin above my wrist.
To think that bastard Seongdae got to feel this softness every single day. I was genuinely jealous of him.
"He got a girlfriend."
I let the words hang, drawing it out on purpose. Her expression froze for a beat. This had to be the first she was hearing of it.
"A girlfriend? Are you serious?"
That confirmed it. She was learning about Seongdae's girlfriend for the very first time — from me.
"Yeah. The two of them are always glued together in class."
She looked a little shaken, but I couldn't have cared less. My eyes were locked on her cleavage. Her breasts, full and heavy but nowhere near sagging, gave a slight tremble. What color were her nipples? Pink? Deep rose? Dark brown? Light brown? Or black? I wanted to peel that bra top right off her and find out.
After a moment of thought, she started grilling me about Seongdae's girlfriend, question after question. But aside from the girl's name, she was asking things I didn't even know — grades, where she lived, all of it.
It was only natural for a parent to be curious about their kid's love life. But that very naturalness made me jealous. No matter how well she looked after me, I would never measure up to the child she'd carried in her own womb. My mood soured for no good reason.
"Ma'am, I don't really know the details either."
"Is that so?"
Disappointment was written all over her face. She propped her cheek in her hand, elbow on the table, and drifted into thought. I didn't waste the moment — my eyes raked over her seductive upper body.
Her armpits, bared by the sleeveless top, seemed to be pumping out a thick cloud of pheromones. I had the sudden urge to mash my tongue into that open gap. If I could lick up those beads of sweat clinging damply to her skin, one by one... Every chance I got to admire her body, filthy fantasies came flooding right behind.
"Dongho, how about this?"
She pressed herself even closer, like a brilliant idea had just struck her. Those luscious tits... As she leaned in further, her breasts threatened to spill right out, even more pronounced than before. I wanted to shove my hands straight into that gray bra top and maul them.
"Could you keep an eye on our Seongdae and report back to me?"
"Sorry?"
What the hell was she saying? I tried to parse the meaning behind her words.
"Since you and Seongdae are so close, I was hoping you could report to me about his love life. What do you think?"
Report? Was that even the right word for this? A report was an office term — something you used to brief a superior on what had happened.
"A report?"
"That's right. Watch his every move and tell me everything."
Her tone grew more suggestive. She was watching my face, waiting for me to say yes.
Her proposal was so absurd I almost laughed. She wanted me to stalk Seongdae? I didn't even want to run into that bastard if I could help it.
Seongdae was what they called a school delinquent. He didn't personally go around tormenting kids, but the shit his crew pulled was no joke. They roamed in a pack, picking on the weak, wrecking the atmosphere of the entire class. Seongdae was their ringleader. He himself flew off the handle at the drop of a hat and always had to have his way, so nobody in class actually followed him out of genuine loyalty.
And she wanted me to tail a guy like that? My dick, which had been standing so hard it felt ready to launch into orbit, went limp on the spot. That's how ridiculous her proposal was.
"Why... is that not possible?"
Her eyes pleaded with me, wide and begging. If I could just rest my throbbing cock against that demure, elegant face of hers... The heat of her breath and the scent of her sweat, this close, and my dick snapped right back to attention, straining hard.
"Well... what exactly would I need to do?"
"I'd like you to tell me how Seongdae was at school today, whether he's getting along with his girlfriend, why he leaves school so early — things like that."
"All of that?"
"Yeah. Now that I think about it, that's a lot. Could you just message me on KakaoTalk?"
That's when it hit me — her proposal wasn't half bad. Using Seongdae as an excuse to see her every single day? The breasts swaying right in front of my face were practically screaming at me to say yes. If I could look at those tits, ready to burst, every day? Was there anything I wanted more than that right now?
I quickly organized what I wanted out of this.
"Okay. I'll do it."
"Oh my, really? Thank you, Dongho. I don't know what I'd do without you."
She grabbed both my arms and shook them, laughing. The motion sent her breasts bouncing, threatening to spill out between the cups of her bra top.
"I have a favor to ask in return, though."
"A favor? What is it?"
"The workouts you've been teaching me. I want to do them every day. At my place."
"You mean the yoga? You want to do it every day?"
"Yes. When I set my mind to learning something, I want to do it with real passion."
I locked eyes with her as I leaned on that word. She seemed to be turning my proposal over in her mind.
"Your place is a little uncomfortable, what with Seongdae being there and all. How about you come to my house instead? We can talk about Seongdae naturally while we're at it."
"Hmm... but would it really be okay for me to go to your house, Dongho?"
"Of course."
She thought it over for a moment, but the mention of Seongdae won her over.
"Well... all right, then. Let's do that."
"Then we'll keep it a secret from Seongdae, and I'll report everything I find out about him to you every day."
"Oh my, really? Then I can finally stop worrying so much."
She lit up like a little girl. I suppose every mother would throw herself into anything if it concerned her son. This innocent woman was no different. I found that side of her so endearing. But of all people, the one she was doing it for had to be that bastard Seongdae. A thought flickered through my mind — why couldn't that person be me?
I shook my head. Nothing was more miserable than a dream that could never come true. But as a friend? Yeah. As a friend, it was possible.
Telling this innocent woman the truth about Seongdae. Doing everything I could to become her friend. She looked over the moon now that I'd accepted her proposal.
I would show a woman like her who truly deserved to be loved. Who truly deserved to be her friend. I looked at her face, at those swaying breasts, and thought about it. I wanted to pull her onto my lap. I was confident I could do it.
The operation kicked off the very next day. A mission to monitor Seongdae's every move. Something like this should've been nothing for me...
I was in deep shit.
The second I hit the field, I realized I couldn't even carry out the mission. How the hell was I supposed to follow Seongdae around? I couldn't even clear the first gate. In game terms, I wasn't even a high enough level to enter the dungeon.
For starters, Seongdae and I ran in completely different circles. He was always with his delinquent crew and only hung out with them. There was no way I could push through the pack that swarmed around him during break and just strike up a conversation. That would be the equivalent of screaming, Please eat me alive!
During class, Seongdae did nothing but sleep. Whatever he was doing all night, he was so exhausted he'd collapse face-down on his desk and not so much as twitch. The teachers treated him like he was invisible. What did school even mean to Seongdae? For the first time, a genuine curiosity stirred in me.
The second class ended, he'd grab his girlfriend Suyeon and bolt out the school gates. That was Seongdae's entire school routine. This was a disaster. There wasn't even an opportunity to talk to him.
I'd made it sound to her like I had this in the bag... If this mission failed, I'd never see that voluptuous body or those luscious tits again. I'd made up my mind to claim her as my true friend. For that to happen, this operation had to succeed.
Lunchtime. The school cafeteria. I stared at Seongdae eating with his delinquent crew at the next table over, racking my brain. What the hell was I supposed to do...
I turned it over and over in my head until I hit a wall. Fuck it. I have no idea. I'd just go for it.
Tray in hand, I walked over and sat down across from Seongdae like it was the most natural thing in the world. The laughter and chatter from Seongdae's crew died instantly. Every pair of eyes locked onto me. They looked stunned — like they couldn't believe a loser like me had just shown up.
"The fuck are you?"
The guy sitting next to Seongdae peeled a grain of rice off his lip as he spoke. Wumin. He was the number two in Seongdae's crew, Seongdae's loyal enforcer. Weighing well over two hundred pounds, nobody was stupid enough to mess with him. His personality was just as vicious as his size. The kids in class called him Nuclear Pig.
Wumin stared at me like he was seeing a ghost, utterly incredulous. The crew's reaction was rougher than I'd expected. My target was Seongdae. I didn't need to waste words on the rest of these assholes.
"Hey, Seongdae."
Seongdae looked up from his food at my sudden greeting. Next to him, Wumin's brow furrowed — I'd just ignored him completely.
"Did this fucker just ignore me?"
The atmosphere in the cafeteria went ice-cold. Hotheaded piece of shit. That's why you don't have any real friends, Nuclear Pig! I wanted to scream it in Wumin's face. But this was the time to stay focused on the target. I couldn't afford to slip even an inch.
"The hell do you want?"
Seongdae didn't look thrilled about my sudden visit either. His expression was so bored it was almost peaceful — like he was looking at a fly buzzing around his head.
"Ah, I just figured — we live in the same building, but we've never actually eaten together!"
"What?"
"We used to hang out together, remember? We even went on trips!"
"And?"
And? And?! We used to go to the valley together. Our parents used to ask after each other. Sure, even back then he'd treated me like I didn't exist.
"Mind if I... eat here?"
I was fucked. I'd just dropped a line that belonged in some innocent schoolgirl manga. In front of Seongdae's crew — the most feared, most powerful gang in the entire school — I had just offered my own neck up as a sacrifice.
Seongdae's crew exchanged glances, checking his expression.
"Hahahaha, this psycho... Bwahaha! Is this fucker actually insane?"
Seongdae stared into my eyes for a long moment after hearing me out, then burst into insane laughter. His crew immediately piled on, laughing their asses off to match.
"The fuck did this guy just say?"
"Lmao, he just randomly wants to be friends?"
Their mockery rang out around me. Behind me, other kids were watching the whole spectacle. My body was already soaked through with cold sweat.
"Fine. Eat."
Seongdae started eating again, grinning like something was hilarious. Eat? Had my proposal actually worked? This easily?
I watched him, trying to read his intentions. Seongdae was picking the bones out of his fish like nothing had happened.
"So, uh..."
I figured I should at least try to say something. Nice weather today, how's school going, what are we doing in PE... I ran through a bunch of lame conversation starters in my head.
"Shut the fuck up."
The words came out of Seongdae's mouth like a blade of ice. His expression went ice-cold as he locked eyes with me. I shoved the spoonful of rice into my mouth and dropped my head. Laughing one second, flying off the handle the next. Seongdae's mom's refined, delicate face flashed through my mind. There was no way a piece of shit like this had come out of a woman like her.
When Seongdae stood up with his tray, his whole crew stood with him. That pig Wumin clapped a hand on my shoulder and whispered.
"Hey. You crazy fuck. Jeong Dongho. You and me — we'll take our time later."
This Nuclear Pig son of a bitch. School was about to get a whole lot harder. My appetite vanished completely.
Worse than that — the first operation had been a complete failure. I hadn't gotten a single thing, and I'd exposed myself to the target. Should I just give up...? This operation was looking like it might not even be possible to attempt.
Then her face appeared in my mind — hair tied up neatly, those big eyes pleading with me as she talked about Seongdae. Looking into those eyes, I would've plucked the stars right out of the sky for her. Then I thought of her white breasts and that ass ready to burst out of her clothes, and I shook my head hard. I would succeed. No matter what.
My phone buzzed. A KakaoTalk message.
It was her. In her profile picture, her breasts — barely contained by a tight t-shirt — seemed to sway. I couldn't give up. Not like this.