So, What Cup Size? T-Hotel Night
So, what cup size is it? T-Hotel. They call it a hotel, but it's really just a spot near Hongdae that's a step up from your average motel.
Seo Joo-hwan, stepping into the room, lightly tapped the rigid back of Min Ga-hee.
"Hic?!"
She jolted her shoulders and let out a weird squeak. It startled him more than anything. Seo Joo-hwan looked at her and burst out laughing with a pfft. This reaction was a first—refreshingly new.
He patted her shoulders reassuringly. "Hey, I'm not gonna eat you... uh, anyway, don't be so tense."
"...You were about to say 'eat' just now, weren't you?"
"Ga-hee, you wanna shower first?"
"Changing the subject!"
Her selective perceptiveness was annoyingly sharp. He shrugged innocently, as if he had no idea what she meant, and hung his coat on one side.
"Should I go first, then?"
"...Yeah. I'll do some meditation."
"Meditation?"
"I need to calm my mind and body..."
With that, she sat primly on the bed, closed her eyes, and began slow, deep breaths—in and out.
Is she seriously meditating...?
Seo Joo-hwan gave up trying to understand her. Worrying about it was a losing game. He'd already done enough comforting her back at the noraebang. That was plenty.
He stripped off his clothes and headed into the shower.
Shhh—
Lukewarm water at just the right temperature hit his body. It was a tiring day in all sorts of ways, but the fatigue started washing away.
"Sigh. Came here with such a chill mindset."
Pick up a girl at the club, spend a hot night burning it up. That was the plan. But the day had drained him emotionally in unexpected ways.
Would any guy console a girl he just met at a club that same day, urging her to cry it out loud? If his past self hadn't overlapped with hers in his mind, Seo Joo-hwan probably wouldn't have gone that far.
"Aah~ Feels so good~."
Maybe from exhaustion, even he sounded like some old uncle. Now it was time to soothe his weary body and soul in her bountiful bosom.
*
Min Ga-hee seemed somewhat calmed by her meditation, but she panicked again at the sight of him emerging with just a towel around his waist.
"I-I'm gonna shower too!"
She bolted into the bathroom like she was fleeing. Seo Joo-hwan checked his phone while waiting for her to finish.
A few unread KakaoTalks.
First up were messages from Lee Jeong-hoon, whom he'd parted with earlier.
"Huh?"
The totally unexpected content made a surprised noise slip out.
"No way, already with someone he just met today?"
He'd guessed Yoon Seol-gi was into Lee Jeong-hoon. But he never imagined Jeong-hoon would go for it. Figured it'd be a one-night stand and he'd handle it somehow.
From the messages, it looked like they'd already done the deed and made it official.
He sent a casual reply and checked the others.
"Oh, orientation."
The next was from the Da-an University group chat. Second-year class president Baek Jeong-gi had sent a message demanding everyone attend orientation without fail.
Seo Joo-hwan pondered briefly and made his decision.
"Not going."
Not just laziness— he had a real reason to skip. Before regression, unlike now, he'd attended and ended up as temporary class president because a TA knew he was a returning student with a higher student number.
Sure, they held elections after MT, but no one wanted the hassle. Naturally, he went from temporary to full class president.
With his timid personality and trauma-induced shrink, he'd suffered through it—work piled on, abuse hurled his way. The memory was still vivid.
"No thanks to class president."
This life's college wasn't for job prep; it was for fun and games with a light heart. Shell out 3.2 million per semester to make friends and enjoy campus life!
Thanks to coin profits and future stock knowledge, he could afford the splurge.
Once the settlement comes in, time to spoil Mom and Dad.
Telling them he made bank on Bitcoin would just worry them. That's why he hadn't even mentioned moving to a two-room place.
Soon, the royalties from The Possessed Master Is a Martial Arts Public Enemy would hit, and he'd get gifts then. Nothing beats cold hard cash as the best present.
Lost in such thoughts, an awkward, tension-filled voice broke through.
"O-oppa... I'm out now..."
"Oh, when did you— whoa."
Seo Joo-hwan turned toward the voice and let out an involuntary exclamation.
Fresh from the shower, Min Ga-hee wore nothing but a towel. Her explosively full breasts asserted their overwhelming presence.
Three heads worth.
A bit exaggerated, sure, but that's how dominant they were. The towel barely covered her upper chest, the deep valley between an absolute stunner. No wonder his gaze was glued.
But everything in moderation. With him gawking slack-jawed at her chest, Min Ga-hee whined reproachfully.
"O-oppa. Stop staring alreadyyy."
"Uh, oh, sorry."
"Why do guys even like these? They're just heavy."
She probably didn't mean it. She'd been subtly emphasizing them earlier, clearly proud. But Seo Joo-hwan nodded sympathetically instead of arguing.
"They do look heavy. What cup size?"
"O-oppa!"
"No, really curious."
This was a must-know for any guy. Hard to gauge without comparing, and hers was in a league of its own.
Seo Joo-hwan grabbed her arm and pulled her onto the bed.
"Eek!"
"Up you go."
Losing balance, Min Ga-hee plopped onto his lap, naturally falling into his embrace. The towel slipped off, baring her completely.
Panicking, she covered her chest and privates, yelling, "O-oppa! My towel, towel!"
"It's fine. I'll take mine off too."
"That's not— eek! Something's poking my butt!"
"It's not dangerous."
"It is! Dangerous!"
His steadfast erection pressed firmly against her rear. Seo Joo-hwan whispered in her flailing ear.
"Move and it'll be riskier? Might slip in suddenly."
"Hiiik!"
With a scream-like whimper, her movements froze. Seo Joo-hwan chuckled suppressed laughter at the sight.
No way it'd suddenly insert just from wriggling, towel-wrapped as it was. And fresh from shower, she was dry as could be. Even exposed, it'd need lubrication to enter— forcing it now would be tough.
He stroked her stiff head. "Be good now."
"...You think I'm a doggy?"
"Getting prickly all sudden? Kinda cat-like?"
"Meow."
Offended by the treatment, she slapped his thigh smack smack. Her 4D quirk had been mild till now, but embarrassment turned her feisty. Still, she obeyed the "don't move," staying put on his lap—hilarious.
Seo Joo-hwan hugged her from behind, hands settling on her ample breasts.
Twitch.
Skin touching skin, her shoulders tensed. "Hehe. Already like this?"
"Hmph. You're one to talk, getting so hard already? It's jabbing my butt hard."
"Natural reaction, can't help it. If you hate it, should've come out dressed."
"...Thought you'd like it."
"Loving it right now."
"That's the problem..."
Half-intended by her, but now embarrassed for real. What was he supposed to do? Way more embarrassing stuff lay ahead.
Ignoring her words, Seo Joo-hwan cupped her breast with a wide-open hand. Flesh spilled between his fingers, deforming it.
"Mmm..."
"Whoa. My hands are pretty big, but they don't cover it all."
"J-just touch without talking."
"Why?"
"Embarrassing..."
"That's why I'm saying it."
"...Didn't know you were such a jerk, oppa."
Despite her complaint, he laughed without denying it. He'd realized his personality wasn't great with Choi Mi-hwa. Back then, it surprised him he had this side. Now, he accepted it as his true self emerging after years suppressed.
Thinking back, pre-trauma kid him was a street ruffian causing chaos. This mischievous side was probably the real deal. The timid, people-pleasing one was learned.
He liked these glimpses of his original personality. Some might call it bad, but it beat being spineless a hundred times over.
He kneaded the handfuls of breast like dough. "Feels like molding clay—fun."
"No implants!"
Min Ga-hee accelerated suddenly. Hit a nerve about surgery? He'd know if he'd groped augmented ones before. Felt natural as hell.
He replied with a awkward look. "...Who said that? Just fun."
Embarrassed by her unprompted defense, her face flushed. 4D one minute, shy girl the next since entering the hotel.
Neck red to her nape, she said, "C-called it clay, that's why. But really no surgery. Been a pain since elementary school."
"Huh? That big since elementary?"
"N-no, not that... But bigger than others. Grew full by end of middle school..."
"Boys must've stared tons."
"Not as much as you."
"Haha..."
Caught off-guard, he laughed awkwardly. He'd been discreet at the club, but post-drinks, probably too obvious.
He changed tack. "So, what cup size?"
"...That curious?"
"Obviously. Tell me."
"F-cup."
"Whoa. These are the legendary F-cups."
He'd guessed at least D, but F? Size from hentai or JAV only.
Squish squish.
Minutes in, still obsessed with her breasts. His angry member bobbed insistently, but he couldn't let go. The perfect texture was addictive.
Min Ga-hee, meanwhile, just blushed—no moans yet.
Big-breasted girls have less sensation, right? Smaller ones more sensitive, he'd heard.
Kneading away, something snagged his finger.
"Hn. O-oppa, not there."
Mid-breast: her nipple. Odd it'd only catch now after all that. Suddenly popped out, like.
Something clicked. "Ah, Ga-hee, you had inverted nipples."
"W-weird?"
"Nah, just novel."
First time with inverted ones. Hugged from behind, he'd missed it till now.
Seo Joo-hwan pressed his index fingers on the protruding nubs, circling gently. Biggest nipples he'd felt, texture-wise.
Proportional to the breasts? Huge tits made even big nipples fit right.
Twirling them, her shoulders quivered. Different reaction—breaths quickening, holding back.
"Mmm. O-oppa, not there, somewhere else..."
"Here?"
He pinched lightly with thumb and finger.
Instant: "Hyaak!"
"Here, huh?"
"N-no, touch somewhere elseee!"
"Nah, feels like here."
"Hak. Hnng... y-yes..."
Nipples were the key—real moans leaking out, not just shy ones.
Oh, this is fun.
Every fresh reaction tempted him to tease more.
She's cool with it, right?
He'd clocked her virginity early. Unlike with Choi Mi-hwa, no worries—thanks to groundwork laid. Asked if she wanted a relationship now, if she felt like sex, if one-night was okay without dating.
And she'd followed him into the hotel. Green light for worry-free devouring.
"Ga-hee, turn your head this way."
"Mm?"
"Open your mouth."
"Okay... Mmph?"
One hand still kneading the massive breast, the other turned her head for a kiss.