Chapter 102
Chapter 102
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 102
Chapter Title: Surprise (2)
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“Uh.”
Really, when you're truly startled, your mind goes completely blank and no words come out.
Faint moonlight, a dark room, the hum of the air conditioner, a cool breeze, the whir of the computer fan.
All of that faded to nothing, leaving only Myth right in front of my eyes.
The cool midriff I never got to see usually, the abs faintly etched beneath.
The uniquely feminine curves no man could ever have.
For some reason, the way the water droplets clinging to her body slipped right between her breasts was so breathtakingly beautiful it took my breath away—
“Aren't you staring at my chest a little too much?”
Myth gave me a light scolding.
She made no move to cover her chest—instead, she thrust it forward even more, like she was appealing for me to look all I wanted.
Her dizzying body scent, the water droplets reflecting the moonlight.
Was this a scene from a dream?
It took quite a while for my mind to snap back to normal.
Myth waited right in front of me without backing off an inch until I came back to my senses.
“No, this is...”
“You're going through all this because of me.”
“Did I ever say I was making a swimsuit?”
“I'm not stupid, you know. I can figure that much out on my own.”
Well, yeah, fair enough.
“So, is it helpful as reference?”
“Reference?”
“Oh, come on. I mean for making 'me'. Is my body good reference material?”
Reference. Reference.
Damn, this is insane.
My head was burning up, my heart pounding like it was about to explode, and I couldn't think straight.
Reference.
It felt like an eternity just to process those two words in my brain.
“You... as reference?”
Come to think of it, I'd considered it before.
When making 'Myth', should I use the real Myth as a model?
She'd help without question if I asked, but I was too embarrassed to bring it up.
I never dreamed she'd overheard my muttering. Myth bent toward me.
Her chest naturally lowered with her, putting her cleavage starkly on display right before my eyes.
If I stared any longer, I really would lose my mind. I turned my head away.
“Such a shy guy. Perfect. Let's go all in this time~.”
What was so amusing about this?
Humming a little tune, Myth grabbed my hand tight.
Uh—uh—
Before I could even react properly, Myth yanked my hand forward until it touched something firm.
My palm pressed right against Myth's abs.
Shocked to my core, I tried to pull away instantly, but Myth held my hand firmly in place.
As if that was exactly where it belonged.
“Go on, touch all around. Research it properly.”
“...Is that really okay?”
“It's a billion times better than designing 'me' while staring at photos of other women.”
Myth shot me a glare.
Her eyes landed on the female model photos I'd left open for reference.
Sure, it was all for Myth, but getting busted by my girlfriend while ogling other women still made my heart twinge with guilt.
“Come on, come on, touch away.”
Myth patted her stomach.
Even with permission, touching someone else's body—a woman's body—took real guts.
It was a whole different league from kissing Myth or whispering affections.
The thrill of crossing that line made my head spin with a sinful rush.
I mustered my courage, tensed my fingers a bit, and gripped Myth's stomach.
My fingertips pressed into her skin, meeting firm resistance from her abs.
“Hnng...”
A soft moan drifted down from above my head.
“Does it hurt?”
“No, just caught me off guard.”
“Why'd you get yourself all wet then?”
Once my hand got going, it moved without hesitation.
My fingertips traced the trickling water.
It was drying in the AC breeze, but plenty of moisture still clung to my skin.
“...It's swimsuit-related, so I thought a little realism would help.”
Myth said shyly.
Touched by her attention to detail, I started properly exploring her body.
...Phrasing it like that makes it sound super pervy—
It totally was.
In the heat of midsummer, under the AC, with my girlfriend standing there soaked in just a swimsuit while I groped her.
What kind of world was this?
Laid out plainly, I couldn't imagine anything weirder.
“Too embarrassed to show my face.”
Suddenly, Myth turned around.
Her back came into view—the one I hadn't seen since I'd been facing her front.
Her chest had at least some coverage, but her back was barely shielded by a single string and the bikini bottoms.
Essentially half-naked. My nose prickled, and then Myth plopped right onto my lap.
“...What're you doing?”
“My legs are shaking. Mind if I sit? Go ahead, touch freely.”
Myth glanced back with a smile. Her voice and body trembled faintly, her ears burning bright red.
Right in the direct blast of cool AC air, yet it felt like the thing had broken—I was sweating buckets.
Thump thump thump.
Our heartbeats echoed through her pressed back and chest.
Myth's pulse raced as fast as mine—mine was probably pounding in her ears too.
Yeah. She was pushing through this insane embarrassment just to sit here on me.
Backing out now would make me less than a man.
I boldly stretched both hands out and grabbed her stomach firmly.
“Eek?!”
“...Once we're this far, I'm doing what I want.”
“Y-yeah. Do whatever. I said as much as you want, right?”
Ignoring her shaky voice, I stroked her stomach smooth.
“You sit around all day, but damn, your body's incredible.”
“Hiiik...! W-wait. Whispering in my ear is cheating—”
“You said do whatever. So, answer me.”
“I sneak off to the gym every dawn...!”
Myth yelled desperately.
Facing her earlier had been too embarrassing, but holding her like this dialed down the shame. My hands roamed freely over her.
“Hii?!”
Confirming the solid muscle beneath her slender arms.
“Haa... haa...”
Stroking her thighs too.
Thighs I lay on all the time, but touching them directly? Totally different feel.
Lying on them, they seemed firm with muscle, but up close, impossibly soft.
'What the hell have I even been making?'
Touching the real Myth made my version of 'Myth' look pathetic.
The real deal had this perfect duality—soft yet firm—and mine hadn't captured half of it.
Fireworks exploded in my head, my thoughts whirling into overdrive.
The jumbled blueprints sorted themselves into clear designs. The foundation for the new 'Myth' was falling into place.
'Softness alone won't cut it. Gotta nail the firmness too.'
My hands kept going, and going.
Focusing especially on spots I'd chickened out on modeling before, hiding them under clothes.
“W-wait, Seol-ah? Your hands are getting kinda rough now—”
Even properly groping her armpits.
“Ah, ahaha!!! Seol-ah! T-tickles, it tickles...!”
Tracing her sides with my fingertips, etching every curve into my mind.
Before, 'Myth' was built on the blueprint she made me. This time? Straight-up copying her real body, then piling on that internet-VTuber exaggeration.
'This is... fun!'
My fingers danced like a mouse cursor, filling every gap in the mental blueprint. Way more satisfying than I'd imagined.
Like busting through a blocked meridian into a new realm—pure bliss.
“Haa... h-hn, haa... L-Legend...? I-I think I'm at my limit...”
“Huh? Oh, sorry! Got a little too into it.”
“You were that focused on my body?”
Myth thumped the back of my chest with her head.
The way she said it sounded off again, but it was spot-on, so I had nothing.
Silence stretched. My hands rested on her stomach and thighs, Myth gazing back with damp eyes. Seconds ticked by.
“...Not gonna touch anywhere else?”
Myth mumbled, like she'd just made a huge call.
“Anywhere else?”
“W-well, it's a bikini... so you gotta feel the bikini too.”
Bikini. Did she mean...?
“Hey, hold on! I'm not ready for that!”
“You know, Legend.”
Unlike my freakout, Myth turned to me softly, quietly.
“Remember what I said before?”
“No clue which one.”
We'd talked about tons of stuff.
Myth made an 'oops' face and turned fully.
Her knees planted on my thighs.
Should've been heavy, but she was so light it barely registered.
Breasts right in my face—I flinched but held it together.
“Last time, I told you.”
Myth leaned in.
Her breasts squished against my chest, her lips brushing my ear.
“Everything of mine. My body, my heart. It's all yours.”
So if you want it, need it—for any reason, any excuse, any situation.
Myth guided my hand upward once more.
Panicked and tense, my hand finally settled on the black swimsuit fabric.
“Touch all you want.”
Overwhelming softness met my palm.
Even through the suit, its absurd tenderness was obvious.
I'd brushed against her chest countless times, but this? Another dimension.
This violently plush give—I could reshape it however I pleased.
That realization alone nearly broke my brain.
I moved my hand ever so slightly.
The perfect handful shifted shape, and the instant my fingers slipped under the bikini—
“Hiyaaaa...ak.”
“Myth?!”
Myth toppled backward.
I caught her quick—no major harm, and the bed was right there anyway. Still a close call.
I hauled her up, laid her properly on the bed, and checked her over.
“Whoa, she's burning up.”
Her forehead felt scorching—like, human fever levels questionable.
All this while pushing through mortifying embarrassment for my sake.
Shame and excitement overload—total faint.
I stroked her adorable head gently.
Draped the blanket over Myth, eyes swirling in blackout, and sank back into my chair.
One summer night.
The night my racing heart drowned out every sound.
Thanks to Myth powering through her explosive shyness.
A new Myth was ready to be born.