No Doubt About It

That settled it for good.

I began kneading Yuri's breasts in earnest through the soft fabric of her uniform.

The pliant, heavy weight of them filled my palms completely. So this was what a woman's chest actually felt like. No wonder men chased after big breasts the way they did.

"Nngh, haaahn…♥"

"You okay?"

"Ah, yes… it's just, the feeling's a little, um… new, so… haaahn?!"

Every time I dug my fingers in and squeezed their shape, Yuri wrapped her arms around my neck and let sweet moans spill from her lips. Apparently the absurd excuse of a "massage" was reason enough for her — a solid, legitimate justification. Each time my hands worked over her chest, she grimaced even as she pressed herself deeper into my palms, rubbing against them.

Wow. This is actually happening?

Honestly, I hadn't expected it to go this far. Even with attraction in the picture, a woman might graciously forgive accidental skinship — but this kind of blatant, deliberate touching was another matter entirely. To put it bluntly, even if some devastatingly handsome boyfriend asked her if he could grope her breasts, there'd be nothing strange about her flustering and deflecting at first.

And yet Kwon Yuri accepted my hands as naturally as if it were nothing. Sure, she had the pretext of a massage, but anyone could see with half a brain that there was something lecherous buried in my intentions.

This had gone beyond the territory of mere attraction… honestly, it felt like she was properly in heat.

Well, whatever. All that matters is that I'm enjoying it.

Whatever her reasons for letting me touch her, my only job was to enjoy these big, soft breasts, so I didn't care. Until now we'd been facing each other in an awkward half-embrace, so I slipped my hands off her chest and naturally moved around behind her. As I circled back, Kwon Yuri gave a full-body shiver and glanced back at me with cautious eyes.

We'd come this far already — pulling back now would be an insult to the word man.

I wrapped my arms around her body the way a man embraces his lover, and started kneading her breasts again.

"Hoo…! O-Oppa…"

"I can do this a lot more properly from this angle. You okay with that?"

"Ah, yes… this is… fine… hnn?!"

"Then let's get back to the massage."

As both my hands took a full fistful of Yuri's generous chest and began to work it, she leaned her back flush against my chest and panted for breath. Kneading her from behind, I could feel every curve of her body far more intimately than before. When I toyed with the soft flesh through her thin uniform, squeezing it hard like I was wringing it out, the sounds bursting from her mouth had long since stopped resembling anything a massage recipient should be making.

"How's it feel, Yuri? Much better than before, right?"

"Yes… haaah, your hands, Oppa… they're so hot…♥"

I deliberately pressed my lips right against the shell of her ear as I whispered. Every time my hot breath brushed her ear, her whole body flinched.

By this point, I was reaching my own limits too. Merely kneading her breasts was no longer enough to contain the way my pants were swelling to the point ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of splitting at the seam.

I slowly slid my hands down from her chest.

"Haaah… O-Oppa…?"

When my hands traced down her ribs and stroked the cinched curve of her waist, Yuri jumped with a start, flustered. But there was not the slightest hint that she intended to block my hands or push them away.

"Your shoulders seem mostly loosened up now. This time I'll help the circulation lower down."

"Lower… down…?"

"Yeah. Standing on your feet for long shifts makes your hips and legs swell right up. Just hold still for me."

I offered up another ridiculous excuse as my hands drifted lower. When I gripped the round swell of her hips rising above her uniform skirt and squeezed, Yuri arched her back into a curve and exhaled a stifled breath.

"Nnnh… n-not there… hnn!"

Her faint resistance ended exactly there. The moment my hand lifted the hem of her skirt and began stroking the bare inner skin of her thigh, Yuri instead trembled delicately and parted her legs a little — effectively clearing a path, making it easier for my fingers to reach somewhere much deeper.

"Yuri, your legs are stiff as a board too. This'll make work miserable for you."

"I… Oppa, something's wrong with me. Hnn… if you touch there, I feel like I'm really going to go… strange…♥"

My fingers slipped into her skirt and made contact with the edge of her thin panties. Just a little further and…

The damp, warming heat was right at my fingertips — the very instant I was about to close the distance —

"Ah, for fuck's sake, is there no worker here?! Why's the door locked, ring me up!!"

An irritated middle-aged man's voice rang out through the storage room, booming over the sound of him violently rattling the glass door outside.

"Ah…!"

Yuri flinched hard, hunching her shoulders as she pulled slightly away from my embrace. It felt like a bucket of ice water had been hurled over the whole heated mood.

Are you fucking kidding me. Of all the timing.

I swallowed a string of curses and let out a long, deep sigh. I wanted to push forward more than anything, but with a customer raising hell out there like that, I couldn't stay holed up in the storage room. If he just gave up and left, fine — but if he smashed the door in the process, that would be a genuine headache.

"Haah… Yuri, wait here a moment. I'll take care of him and be right back."

"Yes… yes…"

I let her go and turned to leave — but hearing the naked disappointment in her voice made walking away feel a little like a waste. So I gave the nipple that stood out prominently against her uniform a light flick, pinching it between my thumb and forefinger.

"Hnn, O-Oppa…!"

"Seems like you're properly loosened up. That's a relief."

"Nnn… g-go, hurry back…!"

With a lightly coquettish moan, Yuri's knees threatened to buckle; I caught her waist with one hand to steady her, then straightened out my clothes as best I could and stepped out of the storage room. Emerging into the storefront, I found the troublemaker customer mid-swing, one foot cocked to kick the door in. I hurriedly released the lock and peeled the restroom notice off the glass.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! My stomach suddenly started killing me, I had to run to the bathroom."

"The bathroom? You just came out of there."

"Ah, that room connects to the restroom, that's why. What can I get for you?"

"Goddammit, what kind of convenience store leaves the counter empty! Gimme a pack of cigarettes!"

"Yes, yes, right away, sir."

I put on the most pitiful expression I could manage and handled the customer with practiced servility. Thankfully, my groveling attitude did the trick — he spat a few more curses, bought his cigarettes, and left.

"Whew."

Having shipped the bastard out, I stood at the counter for a moment and caught my breath. Thanks to Junior down there, who had gotten thoroughly worked up, my pants were still straining at the seam. The only way to deal with that would be to sprint back into the storage room and finish what we'd started.

I shook my head and decided to cool my head first.

It's morning shift now — people will be trickling in for work any minute. If I get reckless and get caught, that's game over.

However implicitly Kwon Yuri had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠agreed to fool around with me, getting caught in the act by a customer was a completely different problem. Swallowing my disappointment, I pushed the storage room door open again.

Inside, Kwon Yuri was leaning against the wall right where I'd left her, steadying her ragged breathing. Even under the dim lighting, I could see her flushed face clearly.

"Did… did the customer leave?"

Yuri looked up at me with glistening eyes. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I nodded with an easy smile.

"Yeah, just sent him off."

"Then can we… pick up where we left off…"

Yuri stepped toward me, reaching out her arms. I gave a faint smile and gently took hold of her shoulders.

"God knows I want to keep going too, but it's morning now — customers will keep coming in, so I don't think we can manage it."

"Ah…"

"It's a shame, but this is where we stop for today."

"Ah… okay. Then, I guess… there's nothing we can do…"

Open, unmistakable disappointment dripped from her face at my refusal. Looking at that crestfallen expression — one I couldn't have imagined from her a day ago — a strange surge of superiority rose up in me unbidden.

God, I really want to just push her down right now and finish it.

No. Calm down.

She's a fish already on the line.

Unless the anomaly suddenly vanished from the world tomorrow, there was no way a woman who'd come this far would change her mind overnight. If her head were going to turn at all, it wouldn't have taken her to this point in a single morning.

"By the way — you haven't forgotten our plans for round two later tonight, right?"

"Ah… no, of course not."

"This time, we play properly. No one stopping us in the middle."

At my sly remark, Yuri flushed crimson all over again and nodded furiously. She fussed with her rumpled skirt and tried to put her uniform back in order.

"Then… I'll head out first. Take good care of the store for the rest of your shift."

"Yes, Oppa. Get home safe."

Yuri clung to my collar as if reluctant to let go of me, but when I waved her off lightly, she soon turned away and headed back to the counter. Leaving her behind, I slowly stepped out of the convenience store. As the cold morning air filled my lungs, my heart — which had been pounding like a lunatic's — finally began to settle.

Even calling it a mistake, that was basically me groping her chest, plain as day… and instead of getting angry, she wagged her tail at me?

I stared blankly down at my right hand — the one that had been squeezing Yuri's breasts just moments ago. It felt like the soft, heavy sensation of her skin still lingered vividly against my palm.

I had touched them. I had really, properly touched them.

Even granting that she'd developed feelings for me, I never imagined she'd let things go this far.

And then it flashed through my mind — the description I'd seen earlier in that chatbot app.

This was it. Slap-dunk, open-and-shut. I wasn't the one who'd lost my mind — the world's common sense itself had gone completely off the rails.

I pulled my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠smartphone out of my pocket again. When I lit up the black screen, that mysterious app was still there — white text on a black background, no name, no explanation. I opened it, and the message I'd last seen was still sitting where I'd left it.

"Haha…"

A dry laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it.

"So the world really has gone insane."

It was absurd — but honestly, this one thing alone was enough to leave me half-convinced. The world had suddenly gone mad in patches. And in that maddened world, I'd been assigned the job of an investigator — finding anomalies and reporting on them. Then, as some kind of compensation or another, I'd been granted a passive ability that made women fall for me.

I had no idea where the truth ended and the lies began.

"Well. Might as well give it a shot."

One thing was certain: this was a brand-new opportunity to change my mind-numbingly boring life. And I had absolutely no intention of letting it slip through my fingers.