Chapter 168
Chapter 168
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 168
Chapter Title: Friendship?
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After waking up in the morning and finishing breakfast with Sharon, Siwoo picked up on an atmosphere that was different from usual.
"I'm full."
As always, Sharon had handled the morning meal delivery.
But today, she had only ordered two portions.
Can you believe it?
Sharon, who normally polished off at least three portions on her own, merely picked at her food before saying she was full.
"Are you feeling okay?"
"Huh? Yeah? Why?"
He had asked without thinking, but Sharon blinked at him, looking genuinely puzzled.
"You seem to be eating less than usual today."
"Nah, I don't eat much sometimes. Before I met you, I barely remembered to eat at all."
Was that true?
Even so, something about Sharon during the meal felt off.
The conversation just wasn't flowing. Or maybe it felt strangely distant.
Since they had grown close, this was the first time they had eaten a meal without exchanging even a single word at the table, leaving Siwoo a bit disconcerted.
Surely the conversation from yesterday about kissing and sex hadn't rolled all the way here?
Thinking back, the subtle distance he sensed from Sharon seemed to start after that talk.
Sharon neatly stacked the dishes, shook the water from her hands, and headed to the living room.
"Siwoo."
"Yeah?"
"Want to come to my room for a sec?"
"What's up?"
Sharon's room?
Since they started living together, Siwoo had never set foot in Sharon's room.
Sharon hadn't barged into his room either, unless it was under the pretext of magic lessons.
After all, they were an unmarried man and woman living together, so respecting each other's boundaries was a natural unspoken rule to avoid any awkward issues.
"It's nothing much. Just come for a bit."
She was giving off vibes like it was a big deal, only to say it was nothing...
Siwoo felt inexplicably anxious.
What important thing did she need to discuss by calling him to her room separately?
"Got it. Let me just finish cleaning up here."
"Okay."
What could it be?
Did something go wrong?
Or was it about debt?
Or maybe something from yesterday's conversation had rubbed her the wrong way?
"What is it...?"
No matter how much he pondered, he couldn't figure it out. In the end, he'd have to see her face and talk directly.
Siwoo knocked on Sharon's door and entered.
She sat on the edge of the bed, wearing an enigmatic, subtle expression.
And as if she were about to interrogate him, there was a chair placed right across from her.
"What's going on?"
"Have a seat first."
Siwoo hesitated before sitting down in the chair.
Sharon looked clearly hesitant, as if she had something to say but was struggling with whether to voice it.
"Could you close your eyes?"
"Can't you tell me what this is about first?"
"No, you have to close them."
Sharon usually respected Siwoo's wishes no matter what she did.
But today, she was unusually insistent.
Was she planning some kind of surprise?
"Alright."
Siwoo squeezed his eyes shut, and soon he heard Sharon rustling around.
"You can open them now."
"Okay..."
"Wait, wait...! Hold on just a bit longer."
"What is it? Seriously."
She kept changing her mind—what was she up to?
Still, there had to be a reason, so Siwoo decided to play along.
Then came the sound of Sharon exhaling deeply to steady her breathing.
"Okay, now it's really ready."
"I can open them now?"
"Yeah."
Siwoo opened his eyes.
"Huh?"
And immediately doubted what he was seeing.
His jaw dropped.
His whole body stiffened like a pitiful hero facing a medusa, and his gasp of shock caught in his throat instead of becoming a full cry.
"Ahem... ahem..."
Because right before Siwoo's eyes, Sharon was baring her breasts completely.
She had pulled up the black tank top she always wore, clutching it above her chest.
There was no bra underneath, as she usually wore lately.
Thus, what appeared before Siwoo was Sharon's bare breasts, utterly uncovered.
Sharon let out an embarrassed cough and averted her gaze, but she made no move to cover or hide them.
He knew he should look away, but Siwoo's eyes were instinctively drawn and fixed on Sharon's chest.
E-cup.
Sharon's breasts, which he had only ever seen clothed, fully demonstrated why they were called Excellent Cup.
Skin as pale and fresh as newly milked milk, swaying softly like pudding with her slightest movement.
If she lay naked on the bed on her stomach, her sideboob would be a feast for the eyes.
Grabbing one with a single hand would be impossible.
Even with his palm spread wide, it might barely cover.
Siwoo's gaze shifted ever so slightly.
A pale pink nipple, the same shade as her lips, gleamed prominently at the center of each breast, supported by an areola in a subtler tone, like a plate holding dessert.
And despite their size, there was no sag at all.
They jiggled in perfectly balanced, statue-like form, effortlessly achieving the paradoxical harmony of firmness and softness.
Finally, a single droplet-shaped freckle midway on her left breast captured his attention completely.
It wasn't ugly at all.
Instead, it added a touch of realism to her breasts, which were so artistic they barely seemed part of a human body.
Siwoo alternated between staring at Sharon's face and her bountiful breasts, mouth agape.
"This... this is..."
What the hell?
The simple words wouldn't come out.
He was that flustered and embarrassed.
He'd admit it honestly.
Sharon's body looked utterly delectable, like it was desperately begging to be devoured.
Forget friendship—he wanted to pounce and cry out for mama right then.
"Um... my chest is kinda tingling. You're staring really hard."
A healthy flush colored Sharon's cheeks.
A mix of proud smile and awkward expression made it impossible to guess why she was doing this.
Siwoo shook his head vigorously and squeezed his eyes shut to banish the demonic temptation.
He had nearly fallen into a trance.
Even with eyes closed, the white breasts floated in his vision.
Burned into his retinas.
It wasn't even his first time seeing them.
But every time felt new. Thrilling. The best.
"S-sorry... If I was staring too much, I'll be more careful from now on."
He wasn't sure if she was showing them because his peeking annoyed her, but he apologized anyway.
If earnest Sharon was acting out of character, the cause was probably him.
"No, it's not that. You always seem like you want to look... So I thought, if you want to see them that badly, I'll show you. I owe you so much, right? Don't worry about it. This is all just me wanting to do it."
Did people normally bare their breasts because they owed someone a lot?
"Uh... is this really okay?"
"It's my first time doing something like this, so yeah, I'm embarrassed... But... it's you, so it's fine."
Siwoo peeked open his eyes and looked at Sharon's breasts again.
She remained in the same pose as when she first revealed them, leaning forward as if inviting him to take his time admiring them.
"How does it feel...?"
Good.
Really good.
He wanted to make it a condition of her tenancy—no tops allowed, so he could see them every day.
But Siwoo wasn't a scoundrel, so he responded as politely as possible.
"The feeling?"
"Yeah... how it feels, your impressions."
"Feels good, and... impressions-wise, um... they're really pretty."
Sharon giggled at his words.
When he looked at her curiously, she met his eyes with a shy smile.
"First time anyone's ever complimented my breasts since I was born."
"Just saying what I think."
"There's even a freckle on the side... Doesn't it look bad?"
"Not at all."
"Phew... Good. I was secretly worried you might not like them once you saw."
She spoke as if baring her breasts was a solemn mission.
Siwoo was thrilled, but why was Sharon going this far?
She was sharp in most ways, but upon closer inspection, she had some quirky sides.
"Feeling a bit better now, right?"
"I don't get what's going on, but yeah, I guess."
Bonus: His lower half was nodding in agreement too.
"So, want to touch them now?"
"Huh?"
"Want to touch my breasts?"
Teacher Sharon's pace was too fast.
He was starting to feel the precarious tipping point.
The limit of whether their peaceful cohabitation could hold.
Maybe Sharon, clueless about some things, had seen something weird and was imitating it, or didn't fully realize what she was doing.
If this was spurred by the mood or a fleeting impulse, what about the aftermath?
The awkward, suffocating vibe.
"Anything beyond this would be awkward for me too... but you can touch with your hands."
As Sharon adjusted her slightly slipped top, her luscious fruits jiggled before his eyes.
Asking him to hold back after seeing that was too cruel.
Like Adam reaching for the forbidden fruit, Siwoo grasped Sharon's breast.
His hand cupped the underside, thumb and index finger supporting it.
"Eek..."
Sharon flinched at the unfamiliar touch she was experiencing for the first time.
"Oh..."
Siwoo let out a gasp of admiration at the sensation beyond his imagination.
A heavy weight.
Smoother than velvet, more elastic than pudding—an alluring texture.
Sharon's breast deformed, overflowing from his hand, the tip protruding prominently.
A grip perfect for latching on and suckling.
From there, he began properly fondling her entire breast.
Like kneading dough, his fingers sank into every part with each movement, only for the firm pushback to restore its shape quickly.
Even the chewy sensation of her nipple asserting itself between his palms felt addictive.
Siwoo finally pulled his hand away.
He no longer trusted himself to stay rational.
"Felt good, right?"
Sharon seemed to be reaching her limit too, hastily pulling down her top the moment he withdrew.
Now she sat with her knees pressed together, hands demurely folded.
Still, her lips kept trying to curve upward, suggesting the situation wasn't entirely unwelcome despite the embarrassment.
"Want to study now?"
"Yeah, let me fix my clothes and I'll be out. Go ahead without me."
Exchanging everyday words amid the awkward tension, as if nothing had happened.
As Siwoo tried to leave first, hiding his full erection, Sharon's voice came from behind.
"Siwoo."
"Yeah?"
"If you ever want to see or touch my breasts... feel free to ask anytime. Especially when you're feeling down or stressed."
"Uh... uh-huh."
Overwhelmed by Sharon's bold offer, Siwoo mumbled a response and hurried out.
"What the heck..."
Sharon's knowledge of male-female relationships was as lacking as the twins'.
All she had was what she'd picked up from romance movies.
Anyone else, and he'd think, "Oh, she's into me and angling for sex."
But with Sharon, her intentions were unreadable.
Anyway.
"That was blissful..."
Recalling the maternal peaks filling his palm, their watery heft, the softness clinging to his fingertips, Siwoo shook his head and entered his room to prepare for study.