Chapter 10
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Please Do It
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‘Crazy. A real woman’s F-cup is... this big, huh?’
Her underwear was different from Hee-na’s or Hee-da’s. It prioritized design over functionality, with thin fabric and minimal coverage over her nipples and pussy.
‘Fucking incredible.’
Swallowing hard, he kept staring at her breasts over and over.
‘Fucking killer F-cups... First time seeing them in real life...’
With trembling hands, he created a new folder called ‘Song Hee-seon’ and saved the photo.
‘Bet it looks even hotter side by side.’
Something he’d only fantasized about as too pervy.
Kim Hee-na, Kim Hee-da. Song Hee-seon.
Lining up full-body shots of the beautiful sisters and their original template, their mother, for a body comparison.
“Holy shit.”
This was pure bliss. How many guys in the world could snag full-body pics from three related women like this and compare their figures?
‘Real women are the best.’
So-in zoomed in on the photos displayed on his computer, arranging them by breast size. Song Hee-seon, Kim Hee-na, Kim Hee-da. The three near-nude shots flaunted their pervy bodies right in front of him.
All three had killer figures, making the power of genetics hit home.
‘Stared too long... Whatever, at least Hee-da’s basic condition is unlocked...’
He’d cleared the basic requirement, but no clue how to unlock her blowjob.
‘First, dig up some info on Hee-na and Hee-da.’
His heart raced.
His plan was to call Song Hee-seon out alone and ask.
The reason for the nerves?
Not just questions—he planned a date vibe, with some hands-on body exploration too.
‘Asking a girl out for the first time ever. This time for real...’
She wouldn’t get hit by a car on the way to meet a girl again, right?
Some bad memory flashed as he grabbed his phone.
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Song Hee-seon couldn’t figure out why she’d accepted the young guy’s date invite.
‘Just to check clothing fits.’
In front of a massive clothing store. She didn’t like the guy much, but she’d dolled up anyway.
Meeting spot. Han So-in fidgeted on a bench, legs shaking.
“Hello?”
“Ah, hey sis. Hello.”
“Sis, huh? Haha.”
Sweet talk on his lips, but walking with him felt a tad off-putting.
Glances from passersby. People on the street eyed Hee-seon and So-in.
(Whoa, that chick’s... tits are huge...)
(Quit staring, oppa. You really heading home?)
Something about the stares piling up. The pretty woman drew eyes, and So-in caught them too.
To shake off the tension, So-in spoke first.
“You eaten?”
“Yeah, given the time.”
“Wanna check fits right away then?”
So-in’s suggestion. She kinda wanted to bail now, but her mouth wouldn’t cooperate.
‘Paid or not, is this okay? Do kids these days see this as normal?’
Confused, but she’d already agreed.
“Yeah... sure. Try-ons here?”
A huge store for freely trying on clothes. Weekday morning, dead quiet. Barely any staff.
“How about starting over there?”
Trying to play it cool, but the virgin nerd’s words choked up.
He pointed to the lingerie section. He wanted real-life wear shots right in front of him.
“Alright... gimme a sec.”
She entered the changing room and stripped down to black lingerie.
‘Here we go.’
Swallowing hard, So-in stepped into the changing room. For pics, he’d go in bold.
Slide.
“Huh?”
“Pose natural. I’ll look away.”
“Ah... still too sudden...”
“Can’t shoot pics outside.”
“Still...”
“Please do it...”
“...”
The changing room had enough space, so So-in turned his back to avoid looking. Hee-seon wanted to tell him to get out, but the words wouldn’t come.
‘...This is insane.’
A hint of tension hung in the air.
Swish.
Work was work. Facing away from him, she changed into the underwear.
“All set. You can look. But don’t crowd me right away.”
“Got it, sorry. Wow... your body’s stunning. Check here. Taking the shot.”
Lingerie that bared the tops of her breasts. Hee-seon’s figure was devastating. Sexy design, her areolas teasing at the edge.
-Click.
So-in swallowed while snapping the photo.
‘Tits too huge. Fucking perfect.’
-Click.
Minimizing shutter noise for possible outsiders, he risked one more shot.
‘Should be fine...?’
“Gonna touch the fabric a bit. Cool?”
“Ah, take it off when I leave?”
“Nah, gotta feel it on for design refs.”
Outlandish request.
“Eh... that’s kinda... not great. It’s a shoot, but...”
“Please?”
Too much—might snap—but his pleading tugged at her pity.
‘This one’s pushing it...’
Against her thoughts, she nodded slowly.
“Fine then... it’s work...”
Just work. That’s what she told herself.
He’d tested it since daughter Hee-na at obedience level 2 had allowed ass grabs.
Said he’d touch, but So-in’s heart hammered.
‘Nervous. An ass this big...’
Squish.
Grabbing her ass firmly over the thin lingerie, he felt her body tense.
“Fabric’s so thin—Photoshop could fake the feel... like this.”
“I-is that so.”
A subtle vibe flowed.
Ass knead success emboldened So-in.
Push further?
Swallowing after kneading her ass a bit, he slid his hand upward.
“Checking the bra fabric too.”
Something he hadn’t even tried on daughter Hee-na.
“Pardon?”
Ignoring her, he clutched her breast.
'Tits this big... first time ever... damn.'
Avoiding the nipple spot, he groped a few times.
No pushback, so he slowly kneaded.
“Easier to gauge material touching like this.”
“Ugh... feels weird... but... hurry up, please.”
A guy her daughter’s age kneading her tits. Hee-seon’s mind blanked.
‘Shouldn’t let this...’
Tits greenlit, So-in confirmed commands worked.
'Tits too... go bolder...'
Both hands kneading her breasts. Getting daring.
'Texture insane. Losing it.'
F-cup majesty was peak bliss for him.
‘Nipples might break Please Do It, so tits only...’
Too big for one hand—he worked different spots in sequence.
“N-now how about next outfit...? Haha.”
Her own arousal slipped out.
“Ah, yeah. That’s plenty. Haha.”
Lost in the feel, he’d over-kneaded.
‘Snap out of it. First real tits, but focus!’
Calming himself, he mused how heaven it’d be hugging women like this daily.
Commands clicking, he grabbed something super revealing.
“Next, this one please.”
“Hold on... this is...”
A bikini. Tiny triangles barely hid nipples and pussy, leaving breast tops and bottoms bare.
“Please with this.”
“Ugh... way too exposed...”
"Need it for refs..."
Swish.
He turned away; Hee-seon changed.
Bikini baring full breast curves. Insanely hot.
Overexcited, So-in couldn’t hide his raging hard-on.
Hee-seon’s eyes flicked to his crotch. He apologized.
“Sorry, just biology.”
“...You’re young and horny! Whatever.”
-Click.
Scored some perv bikini shots.
-Click.
After a few more snaps,
they averted eyes for their own reasons.
'Fucking gold...'
"N-next one?"
The changing room door opened. Back in normal clothes, Hee-seon emerged with So-in.
Looked like a hot big sis out with her short cousin.
'Too damn good... Wait, status updated...?'
Song Hee-seon
Hated Action:Nude Stroll
Clicking her status, So-in panicked.
'...Way harder than the others.’
Harem dreams loomed distant and brutal. Anal, blowjobs—pipe dreams for a virgin nerd like him.
Nude stroll? Next-level hell.
‘Someday... I’ll pull it off.’
Daydreaming her nude strolling, his eyes hit the pet corner.
‘Huh?’
Obedience level 2 meant Hee-seon could handle anything but privates exposure via Please Do It.
‘Then this works too, right?’
Grabbing a dog collar, Hee-seon’s eyes widened in panic.
“You’re not thinking...”
“Concept shot.”
“No way, not on a person...”
“Please. It’ll look killer.”
Please. Please.
The virgin nerd who once couldn’t chat up girls now boldly offered a dog collar. Self high-five moment.
‘...Nervous as hell.’
Please Do It should cover it, but reason screamed no. Her stare was killer.
“Haa... purely for work.”
Hee-seon took the collar.
So-in hid his joy—wanted to leap.
“Outfit this one.”
Black lingerie with garter belt. Bra looked tiny on her—cleavage would pop.
-Swish. Swish.
Changed room excuse to enter together. Back turned, she signaled done.
Heart about to burst.
“It’s on... but tight... collar too... How’s it look?”
“Per-fect, Hee-seon.”
Dog collar over revealing lingerie. Gripping the leash end, shaky hands snapped pics.
Click. Click. Click.
Mid extra shots, Hee-seon’s phone buzzed.
“One sec.”
Glanced: Kim Hee-na calling.
(Mom, any chance you can check for my textbook I left home?)
(Ah, Mom’s not home right now?)
(Huh? What’re you up to?)
(Well...)
Dog collar, undies, changing room, guy shooting pics.
Couldn’t spit it straight—troubled face.
To So-in, pure temptation.
'Can’t hold back...'
He did the unthinkable on impulse.
(Ack.)
(Mom? What’s up?)
Started kneading both her tits while she talked.
(No, uh... not home. Ugh. Home later, I’ll find the textbook.)
(Cool? Oh yeah, and um...)
(Huh?)
Trying to dodge back, So-in tugged the leash lightly. Kneaded tits and ass together.
(World’s rough—watch for creepy dudes, Mom.)
(Y-yeah. Hee-na.)
Dog collar chat with daughter.
Her kid’s peer groping tits and ass.
Somehow, unrelated to Please Do It, she leaked a bit of nectar.
(Haa... yeah, uh, Mom’ll call back.)
(Sure, later.)
Post-knead realization hit So-in.
‘Shit, what’d I do. Virgin lust won out!’
“Now, enough...”
“Ah, sorry.”
“...”
His hands peeled from her huge tits.
Quick moves to hide leaking to a guy her daughter’s age.
“That it for today?”
“Yeah, wiring cash now. Next time too, please.”
“Next time... even for pay, this is too much.”
So-in couldn’t forget the touch. Persuaded her outside the room.
“Please, sis. No better model.”
"Will do but..."
"Yeah, me..."
Rustle. Rustle. Dressing sounds.
She emerged from the changing room, and
they spoke in sync.
“Just don’t tell your daughter about me...”
“Keep it secret from Hee-na and Hee-da...”
Same vibe blurted together—silence stretched.