Am I Dreaming Right Now?
I trudged home in a daze, wondering, 'Am I dreaming right now?' I placed a hand on my chest. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. My heart was still racing. This wasn't a dream. I'd really started dating Ma Yeonseo!
"Grrraaah…!"
I threw myself onto the bed with a silent cheer, unable to contain my joy as I kicked my feet wildly—then belatedly remembered the neighbors downstairs and quieted down. Of course, I couldn't stop the laughter from leaking out.
"Heh heh heh…!"
How long did I bask in that fluttering excitement? Bzzz—. My phone rang. A quick glance showed it was none other than my girlfriend calling.
"!"
I bolted upright, assuming a proper seated position and clearing my throat. Talking to Ma Yeonseo wasn't anything special, but for some reason, I felt a bit tense.
'Stay calm. Kang Yuchan! Answer coolly!'
I mentally psyched myself up and picked up the call.
"H-Hello?"
In the end, my voice cracked a little.
[Did you get home safe?]
Her voice from the speaker sounded just like always. When she'd first shown up at my door, she looked so anxious. Now, there was even a hint of affection in her tone.
"Yeah, I did! You?"
[Just got in too.]
"Good."
[…….]
"……."
A short silence followed. What should I say? What should we talk about? The sudden awkwardness made me burst out laughing, and a soft chuckle came from the other end too. The tension melted away instantly.
"Ah…. This feels awkward for no reason."
[Does it? I'm fine.]
"You're always like that. Never shy."
[You like me shy?]
"Not particularly…. But if you say you will, I'll go along with it?"
[Yeah. Because I love you.]
Surprisingly, Ma Yeonseo had no qualms expressing her love.
'She says it so easily.'
I'd need some time to get used to it.
We chatted about random things, laced with that thrilling flutter, just like always.
[So, what are you gonna do about her?]
"Do what about who?"
[Your club junior.]
She brought up Kim Chabin without hesitation.
"Ah."
I'd been so wrapped up in thinking about Ma Yeonseo all day that I'd completely forgotten.
'Shit.'
Suddenly, I realized my position was incredibly awkward. I had a date with another girl lined up, but now I had a girlfriend. Canceling for my girlfriend when she hated the girl? Or ditching the prior commitment one-sidedly? Neither option felt great.
'A trial like this on day one….'
As I racked my brain over this brain-melting dilemma, her low, even voice came through the speaker.
[…You don't need me worrying about it, right?]
It sounded like a question, but it carried another meaning. Like…
"Handle it yourself so I don't have to worry?"
'The answer was decided from the start.'
Grateful for her handing down the verdict, I swallowed a tear of relief and mentally apologized to oblivious Kim Chabin before replying.
"Y-Yeah! I'll handle it…."
[I trust you.]
Thankfully, that was the end of it. She didn't bring up Kim Chabin again. She probably meant she trusted me.
'Should I be grateful for this….'
I stuck out my tongue at how she'd flipped the board with one sentence, but another thought crossed my mind. What if I'd insisted on going through with the promise to Kim Chabin?
'…Would I really get beaten half to death like those guys back then?'
For a brief moment, I imagined an enraged Ma Yeonseo….
'Nah. No way.'
I snorted inwardly, dismissing it.
*
Time flew by after we started dating. Before I knew it, we were in our third year—and by some stroke of luck, we were in the same class.
'Jackpot!'
Same class as my girlfriend? I couldn't help but look forward to the rest of high school….
But that excitement went completely against my wishes.
"Hey…. Yeonseo."
"Yeah?"
During lunch, she glanced up from her phone, our eyes meeting. She was sitting on my lap, of course.
"Can't you just sit next to me? The seat's empty…."
"Am I heavy?"
"No, not heavy."
"Then why?"
She tilted her head, her face utterly indifferent. She genuinely had no idea what the problem was.
'This is driving me crazy.'
She claimed to weigh just over 40kg, and she really didn't feel heavy. If anything, it was surprising it was that little. But that's exactly what made it a problem.
With her overwhelming development and proportions, she was lethal to a teenage boy in his prime. Her long black hair parted in the middle. A face blending sexiness and innocence in a maddeningly perfect way. A bust that strained her uniform shirt to its limits, a waist so slim it fit in one hand. And firm, healthy legs radiating vitality. Just brushing against her collar was enough to stop my breath—she was pure poison.
Yet here she was, pressing up against me in a classroom full of prying eyes. It was torture.
'These guys. I can see them sneaking peeks.'
Most pretended not to notice, but they were glancing over, hyper-aware of us. She was rubbing it in their faces so blatantly, how could they not?
"(Too many eyes in the classroom.)"
I whispered, trying to hint at her. But she didn't care one bit.
"So?"
If anything, she leaned in more, planting a kiss on my forehead like she wanted everyone to see.
"Hey."
"Don't like it?"
"It's not that…."
I wiped my forehead where her lips had touched, and something sticky clung to my fingers.
'Again.'
Lip gloss, sure enough.
"……."
"Hee hee."
I shot her a displeased glare, and she smirked shamelessly before tenderly wiping my forehead with a loving expression. Was there another vixen like this in the world?
"I give up. Do whatever you want. Stay like this forever!"
"Okay. Forever it is."
In the end, Ma Yeonseo secured her spot on my lap, chuckling softly as she cradled my head gently. Her position pressed her overwhelming fullness softly against my head. I knew what it was, but I couldn't acknowledge it.
'Unfair… using her body like that….'
Her scent, already tickling my nose, seeped in deeper. I desperately fought my instincts.
'Hold it together…! Hang in there, Kang Yuchan…!'
This daily, secret battle raged on until one sweltering day in June.
It was Friday, and we were heading home together as usual.
"Whoa. Why's it so hot in June?"
"Tell me about it."
The heatwave had hit earlier than usual. It was basically summer already. Still, we didn't let go of each other's hands. Love burns hotter than the summer sun, after all.
"Guess I should clean the AC soon."
"We've had ours on since last week."
"Ah…. Lucky. No sweaty nights for you."
I'd started tossing and turning at night lately, envying her wealthy home. Modern ACs used mana stones to cut electricity costs, but it was still a stretch to run them nonstop—especially for our family, relying on Mom's paycheck.
"Someday I'll make bank and live with the AC blasting 24/7."
"And blow it all on the bill?"
"Eh, just pay the taxes."
She let out a small laugh at my idle dream, then suddenly tugged my hand.
"Wanna come over to my place to cool off today?"
"Huh? Your house?"
It was an invitation to her home.
"I'll be alone all weekend."
"For real?"
"Yeah. You can sleep over."
I'd taken it casually at first, but then it hit me.
'Her empty house… with just me?'
Not just visiting—staying overnight.
'Th-this is…!'
My mind naturally went there. It wasn't my fault.
"Wanna come?"
She seemed to have no ulterior motive. Like she just wanted to spend time with her boyfriend.
I felt like the pervert now.
'Right…. It's still too early for us.'
Some couples jumped straight to bed before even dating. Ours had stuck to holding hands and pecks. At our age, even that felt a bit fast sometimes.
Anyway. Shaking off the disappointment and dirty thoughts, I accepted her pure offer.
"Sure. I'll come."
*
I'd changed clothes before arriving at Ma Yeonseo's, trying hard not to look tense. Staying over at my girlfriend's was nerve-wracking enough, but the grand building crushed my spirit further.
'What apartment is this fancy?'
She lived in the largest building in one of the priciest complexes. I'd guessed she was rich, but this confirmed it wasn't ordinary wealth.
'Whew…. Don't chicken out. It's just visiting a friend's house.'
I kept hypnotizing myself to rebuild my confidence when—
Click.
The front door opened, and Ma Yeonseo appeared.
"Hey, you're here."
Being her own home, she greeted me in much lighter clothes than usual….
'What.'
The level of "light" was on another plane. Her black hair neatly tied up, exposing her pale neck. A snug white short-sleeve tee and dolphin shorts so short her hips peeked out. Even the dark bra faintly visible through her top.
It was a devastating outfit testing a man's instincts. I swallowed hard.
"What's wrong?"
"Huh? N-Nothing. …Coming in."
Regaining my wits, I followed her inside, pretending to be casual.
"Put these on."
She bent down to get slippers for me, her hips thrusting out naturally, emphasizing her plump curves and firm thighs. For a split second, I was sure she was tempting me.
"Th-Thanks."
Snapping back, I followed her inside.
'…Can I hold out?'
Doubts about my self-control crept in already.
"This is the living room."
"Whoa…. Why's it so huge?"
Entering the house, I marveled again for a different reason. Three doors on the way to the living room. Then two more inside. Five separate rooms in total.
'How big is this place…?'
As I gawked, Ma Yeonseo called from the kitchen, pointing to the sofa.
"Leave your bag there."
I carefully set it down and perched awkwardly on the sofa edge. Moments later, she appeared with juice, smiling faintly.
"Nervous?"
"Nah, just…. Kinda unfamiliar."
"Unfamiliar?"
"Feels like I shouldn't touch anything."
She chuckled at me stroking the sofa, setting the tray down casually.
"You'll get used to it."
If only it were that easy.
"All done!"
"That was fast?"
We'd finished touring and studying before playing—final exams were coming up.
"Hmm. Three wrong."
"What? No way."
By study time, I'd adapted somewhat, feeling much more at ease. To the point where I thought the whole weekend would pass uneventfully.
'Well, it's not just today.'
I didn't want to force the mood. It takes two to tango, right? Things happen when minds align.
"Huh. Really three wrong."
"Come here."
Setting down the red pencil, Ma Yeonseo beamed, pushing the table aside and climbing onto my lap.
As agreed, wrong answers meant flicks on the forehead. Did it have to be like this? But I quietly spread my legs to make it comfortable.
"…Go easy."
"Easy won't feel like punishment."
Crack-crack. She loosened her fingers with a faint smile. I wasn't scared of the pain. Just her massive chest looming close.
"Three?"
"Hurry up…!"
She cupped my face, adjusting the angle. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for impact.
And then….
"……?"
Nothing. I waited, but silence.
'What?'
Unable to stand it, I cracked my eyes open. And that instant—
"!"
Her quietly approaching face startled me.
"……."
"……."
A meaningful silence stretched. Our breaths mingled at this close range. Staring into my eyes, she murmured in an oddly excited voice.
"Hey."
"…Yeah…."
"Can we… change the punishment?"
"To what…?"
Instead of answering, she showed me. She wriggled her lower body, pressing her abdomen against mine, draping her hands over my shoulders. The distance closed, her outrageous bust squishing against me.
Gulp. As I swallowed reflexively, she puckered her full lips—a silent signal.
She wanted a kiss.
'Just a peck….'
We did it ten times a day. No big deal. I leaned in wordlessly.
She pulled my face in like she'd been waiting and covered my lips….
"?!"
Something foreign and slick invaded my mouth.