Seoral University Freshman OT
"Anyway, if you want to ask about more things, go see Professor Park Wonha from the Business Department. He's an alumnus senior who acted as my mentor, and he said he's coming on board as a professor this time."
Even introducing me to new connections like this—it seemed this senior quite liked me.
I got Professor Park Wonha's contact from Lee Cheolhyeon and saved it.
'Hmm? No new friend notification on KakaoTalk?'
It meant he was already added as a friend. Searching for Park Wonha and checking his profile revealed why.
I'd added Park Wonha as a friend before. Back then, his personal info hadn't been important, so it hadn't stuck in my mind.
'Things turned out like this. Intelligence and personality really aren't proportional.'
Going to see Park Wonha probably wouldn't be about seeking knowledge.
The drinking session ended as the drunk Lee Cheolhyeon stumbled into his room. The low-year session was winding down too, with few survivors left.
In one corner, Eunseo was nodding off heavily, totally wasted.
"Eunseo. You okay?"
"Euuht, Oppa..."
"You drank a lot, huh. Sorry, I got held up by the seniors too long."
"It'sh fineee. Had fun gettin' close with classmatesh an' sheniorsh..."
She kept nodding while talking—clearly exhausted.
"Wanna head in and sleep? I'll walk you."
Eunseo's head snapped up.
"Nooo! I waited to hang out more with Oppa, hiiing..."
'Hmm. Was gonna drop Eunseo at the sleepover room and crash myself.'
But hearing something this cute, just sleeping would be a waste.
"Then wanna sober up with some cool night air?"
"Yesh!"
"This building has a terrace on the roof—let's go there."
Supporting the wobbly Eunseo, we headed up to the roof.
Everyone was busy drinking, so the terrace was empty.
"Waaah, this place is so pretty, Oppa."
It had been tough hauling her up here since she could barely walk, but seeing her genuinely happy washed away the effort.
"Yeah. It's pretty here. Wanna walk a bit?"
As I offered my hand, Eunseo smiled and took it.
The rooftop garden bathed in soft lighting. Eunseo and I, caught in the mood, walked the park hand-in-hand in silence.
Maybe it was the atmosphere, but Eunseo looked even prettier than usual.
She was still staggering. The alcohol had really hit her hard.
Suddenly, she missed a step and lurched badly. I hurriedly wrapped an arm around her waist.
Her chest pressed against mine, our faces close.
"You okay, Eunseo?"
"Thanks... Oppa."
Even after regaining balance, she didn't pull away.
Her status message caught my eye.
A girl as innocent as her, not knowing men's parts, thinking this just from accidental contact—she'd gotten used to the pleasure I gave her.
'Can't ignore a girl's heartfelt thoughts if I wanna be a gentleman.'
I guided the swaying Eunseo to a bench and sat her down.
"How much did you drink, Eunseo?"
"Hiiing, shorry. But it wash my firsht OT, sho much fun..."
"Yeah... okay. But don't drink like this without me? Makes Oppa worry."
"Heehee, you worry?"
"Of course."
"Overdrinking means bad hangover tomorrow—how'll you handle it after this much?"
"Probably... Yesterday was fine though."
"Yesterday Oppa massaged you—that helped circulation, flushes alcohol and waste. Worried? Want one today too?"
"...Yesh."
Eunseo quickly added,
"Overdrinking ish bad for body, sho need mashage... right?"
"Yeah, exactly. All for the hangover. Then... here goes."
Action Hand
I started massaging her neck.
"Haaht...!"
"Sorry. Bare hands are cold?"
"Nngh, it'sh fine. Feels good 'caushe cold..."
Each firm knead of her neck muscles drew sweet sounds from her.
The massage moved from neck down along her traps.
"Haaah... feels cool..."
"Right? Next..."
I slipped one hand under her top hem.
"Your tummy worked hard drinking today—massage time."
A rationalization excuse for her, and my hand roamed her soft belly.
Perfectly squishy-soft, just the right feel in my palm.
Thanks to periodic appearance tweaks, it was slightly plush but no real fat to call a belly pooch.
I stroked her abdomen fully, savoring the texture. Not just perversion—generously spending GP to help her stomach and intestines process the booze.
"Haaht... haaah, haaahh...!"
My hand slid up. The gentle curve steepened sharply as I reached her chest.
I placed my palm on her bra-enclosed breast, then slipped the other hand under her top too.
She noticed but didn't move.
Unhooking her bra made her twitch.
'Ah, too cute.'
"Next up: breast massage. Told you yesterday how important, remember?"
"...."
"Remember?"
"....Yesh..."
My hands entered her bra. Her breast flesh filled my fairly large man's hands.
Cup size boosted plenty, but her small frame and underbust meant they still fit fully in my grasp—for now.
'A bit more growth and they'll overflow, right?'
Already unbalanced for her build, but... wanted to indulge my greed a little more.
'Should ask Eunseo's thoughts though.'
She wouldn't notice silent tweaks, but I wanted her input.
'Original plan was G-cup max. Wanting her opinion means she's that precious now?'
Not sure. My feelings for others are just possessiveness.
Still, wanted to hear her. Just did.
"Our Eunseo's grown a lot up top."
"Eek, thatsh embarrasshing..."
"But it's true? Not uncomfortable?"
"Kinda ish... haaah... but Oppa seems to like... eek!"
'Sorry, Eunseo. I see it all without you saying.'
My heart filled with warmth and cuteness. Checking her profile, my affection for her jumped 10 points from that one line.
'65 means G-cup, right? Just a bit more. Sorry, Eunseo.'
G-cup living would be inconvenient, but I'd fix muscle aches etc.—she just enjoys the size. Fair trade?
After that, no more talk—just focused on her breast flesh.
So soft, again soft. Touching alone brought bliss.
Never got people relieving stress on slimes—till now, I did.
Did anything this soft exist?
So absorbed, I almost hallucinated her pale, creamy skin through my palm.
Finally satisfied, I withdrew.
'Time to head back.'
Time was late; sleep for tomorrow.
"Eunseo, massage done."
Her hand grabbed mine as it slipped out.
"...Oppa... felt good touching my boobs?"
"Huh???"
Her breath ragged, whole body flushed and trembling.
'Oops. Lost in skin feel, forgot to adjust her pleasure.'
"Did it feel good?"
"Y-Yeah?"
Her sudden question flustered me; I checked her status.
Like yesterday, alcohol turning to courage, plus baffling frustration.
"Why... does it feel good whenever Oppa touches me?"
Not expecting an answer, she continued right away.
"Googled it 'caushe curious... body recognizes good men."
"But... hiiing, but..."
Her face turned a bit teary.
"Oppa touches my boobs with no happy face... only I feel all good..."
"No, Eunseo. I felt good too."
"Don't lie. You were totally blank-faced."
Well, yeah—managed expression since it was "massage."
Before I could explain, she snapped her head up.
"Me only getting touched ish unfair. I wanna... touch Oppa too."