Breasts Softer Than a Pillow

"Ehehe…."

Her voice was such a pleasant soprano that listening to it nonstop started to feel kinda nice. But anyway, now that we'd picked the game, it was about time for Noona to get home, so I had to quickly sort out the rest.

"So, Noona, how should we handle the collab announcement?"

"Hmm. I'm good anytime. Riee… heh, you post yours first, and I'll follow suit."

"Got it. Then I'll make the cafe and hit you up on Discord right away! See you next time, Noona."

"Ehen. Yeah!"

Even at the end, she let out that weird… no, now cute laugh, and I waited for the call to end.

-Ding dong

Once the disconnect tone sounded, I finally leaned back against the chair and let out a long breath.

"Haa… that was fun."

Sure, there were chills every time Noona groped my chest midway through, but collabing together was genuinely a blast.

The only downside? Huran Noona and I were both so locked into the game that we didn't chat much about anything else. Oh well, we could goof off plenty during the actual collab.

"Hngg…!"

I stretched one last time, grabbed my mouse again, and dove into the familiar green window. To make a fan cafe, linking it with DCInside felt the most natural and comfy.

"Hmm…."

An icon, huh. What should I use? No handy illustrations lying around, and a blank white screen felt too empty.

After agonizing over it forever, I hopped into the studio on my desktop, messed with my avatar, captured the dumbest expression, and cropped it.

"Eh… this'll do as a temp, right?"

I set the cafe icon roughly, filled in the remaining blanks below, and hit create. The screen flickered once, and a blank white cafe popped up before my eyes.

It felt different from making a mini-gallery back in my moderator days—my heart was pounding. Kinda embarrassing, but my lips kept twitching upward in a weirdly good mood.

"Gotta set up boards first, yeah?"

Muttering to myself, I started hunting for Huran Noona's fan cafe on the monitor. Imitation is the mother of creation, after all—check how my close Noona decorated hers, then benchmark for mine.

The name alone oozed her cuteness. Inside the free board, posts overflowed with tears since her comeback.

Anyway, not the point—time to homage, not plagiarize. Just in case of trouble, I'd ask after posting the collab notice….

"Announcements, free board, and…."

As boards piled up slowly, it started feeling like a real fan cafe. Once I finished the fanart board last….

-Ding dong

"Yunaaang, Noona's hooome~!"

The bell rang with her voice, and I jumped up, dashing to the door. The moment I opened it, cold air rushed in with suit-clad Noona hurling herself into my arms. She kicked the door shut with her foot, buried her face in my chest, and….

"Yunaaang…! Noona had such a rough day at work!"

Her hot breath seeped straight through my thin t-shirt. And as she clung tight to my waist, rubbing her face all over—was she doing this on purpose?

"N-Noona. Hnng…! What're you doing?!"

"Euuung… so squishy… no, that section chief today, seriously!"

I yelped and tried pushing her away, but her voice dripped with such grievance I couldn't. Plus, the more I pushed, the deeper she burrowed—and hearing her vent made me wanna indulge her like this.

"…So the section chief messed up, and I took the fall, right?"

She'd looked beat even heading to work last time, but all I could do was nod and stroke her hair as she spilled.

Once she'd dumped all her woes into my chest, she looked up with a smile.

"Thanks to my Yunie, I feel recharged for real."

"If today was that bad, I'll make dinner."

Noona nodded, buried her face back in my chest, and giggled.

"Hehet."

Standing in the entryway was awkward, but at least her hands stayed put today….

"Noona?"

"Yeah?"

"…Never mind."

Yeah, don't get my hopes up—that's easier.

In the end, today was the same as always—drowning in Noona's affection.

"Stress all gone—feels great!"

"…Haa. Fine, whatever, as long as Noona's happy."

I sat in my chair, shooting a side-eye at Noona sprawled on the bed, shaking my head. Time to give up escaping her. No matter how I squirmed, I couldn't break free in this body anyway—and honestly, it wasn't that bad.

"Oh, right. Collab on Saturday."

"Collab?"

Noona tilted her head at me. Ah, she didn't know the full story on those guys yet.

"Those creeps who messaged me? They got exposed to others too, so…."

I slowly filled her in on everything up to now.

"…That's why I'm collabing with this Huran person on Saturday."

"Hmm, got it."

Noona pondered my words for a bit, then nodded with a slightly downcast look.

"But then no outings Saturday? I was gonna buy you clothes to celebrate moving out…."

"N-No! Collab's in the afternoon. Probably after dinner tomorrow?"

"For real?"

I nodded, and her lips slowly curved up. Same as when I was her little brother—still loves shopping, huh? Seeing her that pumped lifted my mood too.

"Then we'll head out before lunch Saturday, grab something yummy, and Noona'll buy my Yunie tons of cute clothes!"

"Huh?"

"Not these drab hoodies or pajama shorts—cute cable-knit sweater with a wool skirt? You'd look adorable!"

Before I could speak, Noona bolted up from the bed, yanked me to my feet, and kept rambling. Cable-knit I'd heard of, but wool skirt? First time—skirt means something like that, right?

"Or we've got uggs at home—polo neck with duffle coat and tennis skirt would be super cute too!"

"N-Noona?"

"Or casual crop zip-up with wide pants—total hip vibe!"

Disaster. Noona was going full throttle. Didn't expect her to get this hyped—what was sparking it? I closed my eyes, digging into female Ha-yoon Seo's memories.

Memory-girl Ha-yoon Seo had worn nothing but school and gym uniforms in high school, shuttling house-to-school. Every time Noona suggested shopping, she'd whine about having uniforms. Made sense why Noona was like this, but….

"Still, Noona, skirts are a bit much."

I cracked my eyes, dousing her mid-rant with cold water. Noona knelt, staring at my legs intently.

"Eek! Noona, why?!"

"Yunie's legs are so pretty—a skirt would be perfect!"

"Yeah, but! It's still winter! Cold!"

Twenty-four years as a guy, and now leg compliments? Felt ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠nice somewhere, but my last scraps of male pride wouldn't let me skirt up yet.

"That's why you need it more! Fleece tights these days are thicker than pants—way warmer!"

What, really? Sounds like long johns, not stockings. While I floundered speechless, Noona's small hand pressed my calf lightly.

"N-Noona?"

I turned to glare, but she just grinned innocently.

"Yunie's thighs are so soft and… er, nice—miniskirt would slay!"

She ignored my glare like it was nothing, eyes sparkling as she smacked her lips. As her gaze tickled my thighs….

"My Yunie, you're so cute."

Her hand shot straight to my head instead. Phew… thought I was done for. I sighed, collapsing into the chair.

"…Noona."

"Yeah?"

"Won't sue ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠if you make dinner."

At my petty rebellion, Noona smiled prettily and nodded. I'd planned to cook tonight, but she brought it on herself.

"Deal. Was gonna make something yummy anyway."

As Noona grabbed her bag and headed to the kitchen, I posted the collab notice on the fan cafe and wrote up a thread in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the Pajijik ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠broadcast community.

"And… gotta DM Huran Noona too."

Her reply speed felt just like Noona's—nah, probably imagining it.