The Giant Tits Our Junior Dies For
I was fucked.
Had Senior A-rang's beast-like instincts picked up on something after all?
The rest of her look was nothing out of the ordinary — the same outrageous fashion she always wore, like some biker chick, pressure bandages wrapped around those massive breasts so that both the overboob and underboob spilled out at once, nipples barely covered, a jacket just slung over her shoulders. That much was normal. But one thing was different about the way she was acting today, and my heart started hammering like a cornered rat's as I shrank back a little and greeted her.
"Hey, Senior A-rang. Uh… how come you're not ambushing me from behind today?"
Normally Senior A-rang would stalk up behind me like a black panther in the jungle zeroing in on a pretty little Bambi's nape, killing her presence completely. The second I let my guard down even for a moment, she'd snatch me by the scruff of the neck and drag me straight off to the sparring room. I'd yelp in shock, and she'd just laugh that uheheh laugh like it was the funniest thing in the world.
But today that same senior was striding right up to my face and hitting me with a full-on "You. Outside."?
Did I do something she could pin on me?
Her unique skill included Instinct, so it wasn't completely out of the question. She might have sensed something off from some unconscious habit of mine I didn't even know about.
Calm down. Even if she was dead certain I was the culprit, without hard evidence people don't call that instinct. They call it a smear campaign or a political hit job.
In a situation like this, the only move was to sit still and behave. Don't go fumbling around trying something clever and dig my own grave. Just stay on edge for her sudden moves like always and keep my heart in my throat.
Most people would try for some kind of inner peace right about now. Me? I'm doing the exact opposite.
So I watched her the way an impala watches a predator, and Senior A-rang — hands planted on her hips, staring me down in silence — tilted her head and muttered to herself.
"…Guess not after all? Was I just overthinking it?"
"Huh? What? What's not? What weird thing are you thinking about this time? I don't know what it is, but at least give me a heads-up so I can brace myself."
"Nah. Personal business. More importantly, why are you shaking like a leaf? I even came right up front and announced myself. What, you remembering the first time we met? Staring at my chest going, 'Whoa… those tits…' all full of wonder…"
"W-why are you bringing that up again…?!"
"Eheheh."
Apparently out of anything better, she decided to dredge up the day she'd first declared she was going to use me as her personal sandbag. Relief and a full-face flush hit me at the same time, and I yelled at her with every ounce of injustice I could muster.
"I'm shaking because of everything you've put me through! And that thing back then! How many times do I have to say it — it just slipped out! Ask any guy on the street. Any man who sees your chest is gonna go 'Whoa, those tits' and be impressed whether he wants to or not!"
"This crazy bastard's just casually sexually harassing me? And for the record, your classmates all kept their mouths shut and stayed quiet."
"…Did they?"
"Oh, look at this. Trying to save your own skin by painting the rest of your class as a bunch of filthy perverts who were also ogling their senior's chest?"
"Aigoo, seriously. There she goes again! Anyway, the me from back then and the me now are different, so quit saying weird crap. I've got Kkanf porter duty today and I need to rest. So put those monstrosities away."
"You've been playing Kkanf porter for ages. What's with the sudden 'I'm so tired' act? And what was that? Monstrosities? Did you just call your heavenly senior's breasts monstrosities?!"
Here we go again — picking a fight just so she could drag me off to the sparring room. Her motives were so transparent I snorted and whipped my head away from her.
She growled a little and demanded I look at her right now.
"Say it again. Eyes wide open. Say it one more time. What? Monstrosities?"
"Hey, quit shoving them at me?! Don't women have any sense of shame?!"
"Woman? Hmm… a woman, huh…"
"Why are you reacting like that? Of course you're a woman — what, are you a guy? No, more importantly, stop shoving them— whoa…?!"
I kept telling myself not to get pulled into her pace, but maybe the memory of the female body that had taken my virginity was still living in my hands. Suddenly both fists, which had been clenched tight a second ago, started moving on their own with a weird, independent life — the same lewd kneading motion from a few hours earlier when I'd been groping Senior's chest.
Are you insane? Are you trying to advertise that I'm the culprit?
I shoved my hands under the desk so she couldn't see them, but that didn't solve the real problem.
"Whoa…"
This time it was my eyes. My head was definitely turned toward the window, but my gaze stuck to Senior A-rang's massive udders like iron filings to a magnet and refused to let go.
"Eheheh… staring so hard you're gonna burn a hole through them? After all that 'monstrosity' talk a second ago."
"Ah…?!"
Of course she wasn't going to miss a look like that. With a thoroughly filthy little laugh that said gotcha, she brought both hands up to her own enormous breasts.
"Hey, don't do that?! Seriously, don't do that?!"
"Which basically means 'please do it,' right?"
"Yes! Wait… no?!"
Ignoring my protests, Senior A-rang scooped those massive tits up onto her palms like she was plating two giant cuts of meat, then thrust them right into the face of the guy who had been filming every second of this with his eyes.
"Here. The massive tits our junior dies for. Come on — touchy-touchy!"
"What the—?!"
I wanted to touch them.
Before, they'd been the classic pie in the sky — something I could blush at and move past. But once you'd had a handful of that abundance, the male instinct to feel it again flooded everything and made the world spin.
I knew perfectly well it was a trap. And still that same male instinct kept crushing the rational voice screaming don't and forcing me to stare straight at the breasts in front of me.
I wanted to touch them.
But I couldn't.
Knowing exactly how good they felt and not being allowed to taste them again. Reach out and the snare snaps shut; don't reach out and it's pure torture.
In the middle of that dripping, miserable hell, I suddenly noticed something off about the Senior A-rang who was shoving her chest at me and teasing me.
"Hey, Senior… why is your face so red?"
"H-huh?"
"Don't tell me… you're actually super embarrassed right now and just holding it in?"
"Wh-what?!"
Only then did she notice her own burning-hot face. Her eyes rolled around in pure panic, like she hadn't even realized it herself.
I let the corner of my mouth curl up in an obvious little smirk, pure payback for everything she'd just done to me.
"No way… Senior, are you actually embarrassed? All of a sudden? What wind blew this in? You always go on about how those tits get in the way when you're swinging a sword, how you want to cut them off, and now out of nowhere…"
"Sh-shut up?! I tell the brat to touch them and he won't stop talking?! Typical chicken-shit. Here! Here! In case you're about to pull some bullshit about them being too far away, your kind senior is shoving them right in your face. Come on, touch them already. Touch them!"
"Hey— they're touching me?! At this rate they're actually gonna hit my face?!"
Apparently the answer to fire was more fire. Senior A-rang shoved those massive breasts even closer — right under my nose this time. She'd never pushed them this close to my actual face before, so I flailed in a fresh wave of panic. That only seemed to piss her off more for daring to tease her, because she took it further and started openly groping her own chest right in front of me.
"You're holding back from this? You're not touching this? Fine, then cut the damn thing off. If you're not gonna use it, snip that dick and gift it to me. I'll hang the rat-sized thing on my phone."
"Who the hell has a rat-sized— what baseless slander is this?! And you really think I won't touch them?"
"H-huh?"
I could take a lot of things, but I was not about to sit there while she slandered the other family heirloom of House Goo as "rat-sized." My voice dropped without warning, and Senior A-rang blinked in confusion, looking for all the world like she was thinking, What's wrong with this impala? Did it eat something funny?
"I've told you before — I'm still a guy. I don't know why you keep doing this, but if you keep it up, I'm not going to be able to hold back either."
"Not able to hold back? Hmm… so you can't hold back. Look at this brat, staring at his heavenly senior's tits and running his mouth. What, you all talk until I actually tell you to touch them and then you freeze?"
"Ha!"
I snorted at how ridiculous that was. My volume made the other hunter-department students in the classroom turn and stare like that bastard finally lost it, but I ignored them, fidgeting with my hands under the desk as I spoke to Senior A-rang.
"I get beaten up by you every single day, but even a worm will wriggle if you step on it. You really think I won't actually touch th— huh?"
"…Guess not after all?"
"What? Guess not… what?"
"Nothing. More importantly…"
I decided to show her what happened when you provoked me like that and lunged for her chest on pure impulse.
Of course. The flustered face from a second ago had been pure acting. She snatched my hand out of the air in a flash, then curled her lips into that filthy little gotcha smile.
"You really thought I'd let you touch them? Why do you think I brought up our first meeting just now? You couldn't even hold out for that and came running the second you saw my tits? Our junior is seriously weak to breasts! Look at this hand. What's this bad little hand doing? Dropping your voice and putting on airs just so you can grab your heavenly senior's udders?! You were gonna cop a feel and bolt, weren't you?! You ungrateful little junior!"
"Kyaaaaah, let— let gooo…!! I must've gone crazy for a second!!"
I'd whispered it to myself a dozen times on the way to school: just because I'd gotten stronger didn't mean Senior had gotten weaker.
And right on cue I got a full etiquette injection. Her grip on my wrist was monstrous. I tapped out and went straight back into classic impala mode, begging for mercy.
Of course by then Senior A-rang already had the perfect excuse and was already dragging me off toward the sparring room.
"Besides, even if a worm wriggles, a worm's still a worm. What, you think a wriggling worm turns into a dragon?"
"It doesn't? I thought that's why they call them earth dragons."
"Look at you, still reacting the second someone says 'dragon.' Ugh, still not over the dragon nonsense? Get over here. Between the attitude and everything else, I'm going to train you properly today."
"Aaagh?! Drag me a little gentler?!"
Thud—
I flailed around in her grip like one of those dancing balloon men outside a newly opened pork-belly restaurant and smashed my head straight into the classroom doorframe. The door had been built extra sturdy specifically to handle hunter rampages, so I clutched my throbbing skull and screamed for someone to save me. Naturally, nobody stepped up for the department embarrassment.
"Phew, Senior A-rang's gone."
"Seriously, 'even dog shit has its uses' was coined for that bastard."
"Did you see him actually reach for Senior Cheon A-rang's chest like he was happy about it?"
"Look at him getting cocky just because Senior Cheon A-rang treats him like a person."
"I still don't get why that senior hangs around a piece of trash like him."
Nobody wanted to catch Senior A-rang's eye and get dragged along, and there was zero chance anyone would stand in her way to rescue the department's walking disgrace.
You bastards. Just wait and see if you can still look at me like that later.
I might have used underhanded methods, but I was still the guy who had taken that ferocious Senior A-rang's virginity. Obviously I could never say it out loud — the second I did she'd beat me to death — but yesterday's me and today's me were completely different, and someday I was going to wipe those shitty looks off their faces. I swore it to myself.
"What, mad because I bluffed with the chest? Look at this bastard. Face still not relaxing?"
"How am I supposed to look happy?! I just smashed my head into the doorframe, can't you se— aaagh?!"
Thud-thud—!!
It was an extremely undignified spectacle right now, but I still held onto the future as Senior A-rang hauled me off to the sparring room like a criminal under arrest.
A little while later I was already in the sparring room, doing a quick gear check while I waited for Senior A-rang.
Unlike me — who could load equipment through my phone and slap on full-body armor with a single click — Senior A-rang still had to carry every piece by hand. Seeing me already geared up and waiting, she blinked like she couldn't believe it.
"Oh? What's this? How'd you get here so fast? Usually when I give you shit for being late you whine about how long it takes to put the armor on."
"I've got some experience under my belt too. More importantly, did you just admit you've been giving me shit with that excuse this whole ti— huh?!"
Taat—!!
I was about to answer casually when Senior A-rang suddenly exploded off both legs and came flying at me like a predator.
I just stood there, staring, leaving a deep footprint where I'd been a second earlier, watching Senior A-rang close the distance at high speed in a low crouch, those massive tits bouncing with every stride. I couldn't hide my shock.
Obviously I wasn't shocked that she'd ambushed me without a word. That was Tuesday for her.
I can see it…! Senior A-rang's movements…!
I could see her movements.
Said out loud it didn't sound like much, but for me it was massive progress. As of yesterday I'd still been the guy who only realized "Ah, she hit me" after the punch had already landed. I couldn't track her at all. Now I was watching every motion with my own two eyes.
Is it because the Agility stat went up? I can roll my eyes faster now, so that's why I can follow her?
"…?"
I could even clearly see the spark of interest light up in her eyes the moment she realized I was tracking her!
But my little celebration didn't last long.
"I can see it! I can see it! Senior's movements are visib— ghk?!"
"So what if you can see them, you idiot. If you can see them, get ready to intercept!"
Kwaaaang—!!
Being able to see them and being able to keep up with them were two completely different things. As always, I only figured that out after she'd already hit me.