The Law of Universal Gravitation
“Ugh, gives me the chills.”
A sudden shiver ran down my spine. Jeon So-young’s house, which I hadn’t visited in ages, was still as empty and frigid as ever. With her Ignition ability, she always radiated body heat, so she kept the AC blasting at full power whenever she was home. The indoor temperature was cold enough to remind me of the dead of winter.
“Turn it off sometimes when you head out.”
Even so, breathing in the chilly air seemed to relax her expression a bit.
“Mmmph...”
Whether she knew how much trouble I’d gone through or not, Jeon So-young nuzzled into my back with a contented hum, like she was having a pleasant dream. Honestly, on the way over, I’d been worried she might puke all over my back, but she’d stayed quiet and slept the whole way home. Well, quiet might not be the right word—she was drooling like crazy, dreaming about food or something. My back was soaked because of it.
“Ah, my shirt’s all wet. You’re hopeless.”
“Nyaah~”
I roughly deposited Jeon So-young on the bed and peeled off my saliva-soaked shirt. Come to think of it, her clothes were filthy too. There were scorch marks here and there, plus dirt and stains from rolling around in that alley.
“When your superior’s drunk, it’s basic social etiquette to escort them home and tidy up their clothes. Got it?”
Why was I suddenly recalling those words she’d said? Well, duh—three years of ingrained habit. She wasn’t my boss anymore, but since I’d come this far, it wasn’t like I couldn’t finish the job. With a sigh, I started undressing her.
“Mmm...”
I couldn’t avoid brushing against her bare skin while peeling off her clothes. Each time, she let out a strange hum and squirmed. Stay still, would you? Every twist made soft flesh slide under my fingers, turning a simple task into something embarrassingly intimate.
“Hmm, should I take this off too? It’s pretty dirty...”
Normally, I’d just remove outer layers and socks, but her top and pants were such a wreck that they needed to go too. For a split second, I wondered if this was crossing a line, but hey, it was “basic social etiquette,” right? With another sigh, I carefully lifted her top to pull it off.
Her rigorously maintained abs emerged—smooth and toned without a hint of flab—along with a cute little navel. The sweat-glistened muscles had a magnetic pull that snagged my gaze. I snapped out of it quick, trying not to stare, and decided to just get it over with fast.
But I rushed it, and my fingers caught on something. The top wouldn’t budge past a point—not just the top, but something else underneath too. Curious what I’d snagged, I glanced down... and my eyes locked onto enormous, pale breasts and pink nipples.
Her red tank top, color-matched to her hair, had bunched up overhead. Below it, no bra in sight, yet her massive tits held their shape perfectly. Yeah, they jiggled like pudding. Right then, I truly felt what Newton meant by the law of universal gravitation—or rather, the law of myriad-breast attraction. Those huge orbs filled my vision, their mass drawing my gaze inexorably. The pink nipples and areolas at their peaks were large on their own but blended into an ideal proportion with the rest, asserting their presence. And exposed to the cold air, those nipples were hardening, standing erect. My eyes were pulled to them like lightning to a lightning rod.
I sighed. Why the hell had she been hiding treasures like these?!
Probably because intense dungeon movement made big tits a hassle, so she’d squished them down with that tank top for mobility. Even compressed, they were generously sized compared to the Korean average—that’s why I’d never noticed. If they’d been flat as a board, I might’ve pitied her and glanced once or twice. Plus, her usual military uniform hid her curves completely.
“Mmm... mmph...”
The half-removed top smothered her face, making breathing tough—her breaths grew ragged. Snapping back to reality, I hurriedly lifted her arms and yanked the top the rest of the way off.
“The tank top... probably best to remove it too, for easier breathing, right?”
Muttering excuses to myself, I stripped off the tank top as well and let out an exhausted sigh.
“No way I’m touching the pants.”
Going further might push me past my limits. It was just Jeon So-young—the wicked bitch who’d tormented me for three years—yet I was painfully aroused. To me, she’d been a monster: evil, bitchy, and so overwhelmingly strong I couldn’t even mouth off. After my first day at the unit, I’d never seen her as a woman.
But now, out in the real world on equal footing, seeing her weak and vulnerable... Her body was softer, warmer, and bigger than imagined. Realizing this hellion was more womanly than anyone I’d met before, I couldn’t keep undressing her like it was just “work.”
“Ha, am I losing my mind?”
The sudden shift in perception had me wondering if I was the drunk one. My heart pounded, my head heated up, and my mouth went dry.
“Gotta grab some water and cool off.”
I knew she always stocked the fridge with bottled water, so I headed there to chill out.
“What? Another fridge?”
Exiting the bedroom into the living room, I spotted a new one—bigger than the usual, like commercial-grade. Curious what she stored in such a beast, I reached for the door.
“Ah, no!”
Jeon So-young came rushing from the bedroom, yelling desperately—topless, her breasts fully on display. Frozen mid-reach, my eyes locked onto those jiggling tits, bound by the law of universal gravitation.
“Oh...!”
Standing up, they looked way bigger than lying down. As she panted from the sprint and noticed my stare, she glanced down at her own chest. Seeing her pink nipples stiff from the cold air, her face flushed crimson, indistinguishable from her hair.
She frantically covered her breasts and shouted.
“You pervert!”
Whoosh!
Facing the oncoming flames, I figured she deserved a pass this time. Those tits were worth it.
Boom!
“Ugh...”
When I came to, I was staring at an unfamiliar ceiling.
“Ah! Hey, you awake?!”
The familiar voice jolted me upright.
“Sergeant! Han Yeoul! Ugh...!”
My body, beaten down to the end of my service, reacted on instinct to that voice—snapping to attention with a salute. The pain from my unhealed wounds tearing open brought the situation crashing back.
“Kuh...! Fuck, you idiot. Pfft!”
“Ah, shit... so embarrassing.”
Jeon So-young didn’t even try to hide her laughter, openly mocking my blunder. This damn bitch. This was all her fault. She’d changed into what looked like pajamas. Clutching my stomach, my eyes inevitably drifted to her pronounced chest as she laughed, tears in her eyes.
They were huge...
Recalling those massive tits bouncing as she approached melted away the humiliated rage surging to my head.
“Hey. What’re you thinking?”
“Huh? Nothing?”
“Don’t bullshit me. Your face looks so sleazy right now? You’re not thinking about my t-tits, are you?! Erase it from your memory! If you remember again, I’ll kill you for real?!”
“Yup~. Already permanently saved in my mental vault. Thanks~.”
“You fucking pervert...!”
She huffed and puffed but quickly calmed, fidgeting awkwardly.
What’s with her?
I wondered for a second before realizing my oversight. Despite her tough front, she’d just been in a near-rape situation. Outwardly fiery, she must’ve been terrified inside. No matter how strong her powers, that vulnerability at her weakest would’ve been a shock.
Tch.
I didn’t want to, but maybe some comforting words were in order.
“Uh... relax. I won’t tell anyone.”
“W-what?!”
“What I saw. Won’t breathe a word to anyone, so chill.”
“T-that? D-did you see it?!”
“? Nah, I mean before you passed out.”
“Oh... that? Right! Those fucking bastards! What happened to them? You didn’t just hand ’em to the cops, did you?!”
Memory flooding back late, she exploded in rage, cursing up a storm. Relief that she wasn’t freaking out negatively—or was it just her hot-tempered nature? Either way, her surprisingly normal reaction put me at ease.
Now, how the hell do I explain this?