Apples vs. Peaches
"Um... please evaluate me. Senior."
"Evaluate me first, Master. I'm better, aren't I? You said so yourself. That you want to touch me all the time..."
In this situation, should I cater to the whims of these two women, or should I order them to stop this indecent behavior and put their bras back on immediately?
"That was in the past. Now, you want to touch my breasts more, right? Compared to those cow-like breasts..."
"Cow-like breasts, Master, provide more milk for the baby and help it grow well. With those puny things, you'd only get a drop or two, and you'd need a breast pump."
"What are you saying, you fleshlight-like bitch!"
"Flesh... Master, I'm too kind to get angry at words like that. Please scold her for me."
He then looked slowly at Eunbyul and said, "I told you before, don't say things like that. That's not right. Eunbyul, apologize."
"Eunbyul..."
"...Heh, sorry, Seo Jia. Can't be helped, right?"
At those words, Seo Jia felt jealousy again, while Eunbyul felt a sense of victory. Then, Eunbyul looked at him slowly and said, "Still, Senior, opportunities like this are rare. This is a maiden's chest that I haven't shown anyone else—I'm showing it specially just for you."
"...Master. If you just get me pregnant, I can let you drink breast milk instead of coffee every morning. Though that girl over there probably couldn't."
"You, ah, Senior! She started it first!"
"I didn't say anything, Master. Would you like to taste my breasts?"
This is insane. He told them both to shut up, then pulled Seo Jia onto his lap first. She showed off her breasts as if a chosen court lady were embracing the king without hiding her joy, and she even pulled her clothes up high, pinning them with her chin. Meanwhile, Eunbyul was fiddling with the tag of her bra, muttering about how there wasn't much difference between a D and an E cup anyway.
"They're pretty."
"Right, Master? When we went on our honeymoon to Germany... as soon as we got into the hotel, you were biting and sucking on them like crazy. If we hadn't used contraception that day, I might have gotten pregnant because we were so excited. Ah... I should have just done it then. If only I had a baby..."
I wish I could get rid of that brazen thing. He looked at Eunbyul with that thought in mind. His thick fingers touched her breasts, moving here and there to touch them. To be precise, he was pretending to touch, pretending to appraise. Though, calling it an appraisal was a bit of a stretch.
"Senior..."
"Wait."
"Hehe, Master. You can bite them if you want. It doesn't hurt. I hope milk comes out soon... You're thinking the same thing, right?"
No, goddammit. I am absolutely against it.
"That's right, I think my side-boob is prettier... if you press the sides with your hands like this, more flesh gathers and they get bigger. I think I'll buy another bra. Maybe it's because you touch them every night..."
I don't touch them. Me. Every night. It's been a long time since I've done that!
"I went to an underwear store alone, and it seemed like a 75F fit me. I bought one... I'll show you later."
...I am a little curious about that. No. What am I thinking? Get a grip. What is she saying?
"...Senior, when they get bigger, sweat collects underneath and it smells. It's gross. Hurry up and touch my breasts..."
"Master is appraising my breasts right now, can't you even wait for that? Why do you keep interrupting Master, who do you think you are!"
Eunbyul wanted to shout something and fight her, but she decided to hold back. If she exploded here, he'd probably tell them both to get lost without even touching her bra.
How would it feel to see the person you love biting and sucking on the breasts of another woman right in front of you—a woman who was his ex-wife at that? Would many people even feel this way? Eunbyul was feeling it. A sense of immorality, anger, jealousy, annoyance, dissatisfaction, discomfort, and...
'I'm envious...'
Thinking about how he must have bitten and sucked on them like that during their marriage, that thought crossed her mind. If she had been a little more greedy back then, she would be the only one in that spot. While she was thinking that, he caressed his ex-wife's breasts.
Come to think of it, there was one curious thing. When he wrapped his tongue around them like this, biting and pulling until they made a sucking sound, and then let go—as this time went on, her nipples would stand up firm, and at the same time, between her legs as she sat on his lap...
'A peach...'
Eunbyul was an apple, but this woman was a peach.
Come to think of it, he didn't dislike rimming—the act of orally stimulating a woman. In fact, he loved it. When he tasted her, it tasted like peaches, so how could he resist? But he had forgotten too much. Every time he tried, she would refuse, saying it was too ticklish, embarrassing, and shameful, telling him to get lost.
"You smell like peaches. Seo Jia."
"...Ah, that..."
"You know it too, don't you?"
"...Sometimes, when I think of you, Master, that smell comes out. Even after I wash, that strange scent doesn't go away..."
He left a hickey on her breast. As if he were hooked on the taste,
"There. That's the mark of verification, so put your underwear on and sit down..."
"...Master, please put it on for me..."
"...?"
"A verified bitch like Jia doesn't even know how to put on clothes..."
Just live without wearing anything, for god's sake.
He took off Seo Jia's clothes completely and put her bra on, piece by piece. Like Eunbyul, she had to fasten the hooks in the back, but unlike Eunbyul, she had underwires. After adjusting the height of the bra cups and dressing her, Jia clung to his left arm and rubbed her cheek against it, as if she had been to heaven and back.
His clothes must have been stained with her scent by now.
"That was good, Master... As expected, you're so good at it..."
Watching that, Eunbyul hurriedly put on her own bra, which she had taken off, and pretended to be busy with something else. It looked like this woman would ask him to take her clothes off for her next time too. Eunbyul slowly climbed onto his lap, raised her arms slightly, and said, "Take it off for me. Executive Director."
"...What is this now..."
"Take off your secretary's clothes and ravage her. Just do it. Let's do everything today."
She looked half-crazed, but he calmed her down, telling her not to do that, and rolled up Eunbyul's clothes. She seemed to be into black and white; it was a white see-through bra with beautiful black patterns. Since it was wire-free, the bra would have fallen off the moment he unhooked the back, but he didn't take it off for a long while, examining every corner as if to give the design a high score.
Seeing him like that, Eunbyul grinned and signaled to Seo Jia, who was still sitting to the side holding his arm, that she had won.
"...I could have seduced you if I had prepared in advance too..."
He slowly moved his hand to Eunbyul's back and unhooked her bra. It seemed he would soon be able to undo hooks with one hand. It slid softly down her skin, and when he checked the straps, they were indeed the size she had mentioned. Eunbyul, who didn't lose out to Seo Jia despite being a smaller size, showed off her firm, perky breasts—
"How is it?"
"...It's good."
He said the exact same thing. This, too, was a high-level calculation. If he had really held an appraisal as it was, these women would surely have waged a war for an hour or two over the slightest difference in his words.
He slowly brought his hand to Eunbyul's breasts. He was used to Jia since they had touched plenty when they were dating and married, but no matter what, it wasn't easy to touch the breasts of a college junior and current secretary so casually.
"You can touch them more boldly."
"You can even shape them exactly how you like, Senior."
"How is it? They're soft, right? I can produce milk well too."
Is this a cow market? What is she talking about? Produce...
"If you touch them so desperately, I'm the one who's going to lose first."
"You've already lost. You smell like apples."
"Apples...?"
"You smell like apples when you get wet. I told you that in the car yesterday..."
Goddammit. "In the car?" Seo Jia snapped back immediately. And Eunbyul laughed. As if she had aimed for it on purpose. Right. It was strange that Jia was asking again now, even though he had told her she smelled like apples yesterday and she had been embarrassed. Ah. I've been tricked.
"Hey, you..."
"You're simple, as expected. I love that you're smart but simple..."
Seo Jia, demanding an explanation, grabbed his arm and kept asking him to tell her, but he pretended not to hear. Instead, Eunbyul, fortunately—as if thinking of him—said,
"I asked him to suck on my breasts after we signed the contract yesterday. Because I wanted to do it right away."
"...."
"Well, he did it because I forcefully ordered him to..."
...Did what, what, what.
"But you enjoyed it a lot, didn't you? Right? Senior, even though I said I was embarrassed, you kept biting and sucking, and your moans kept bursting out..."
"..."
"I felt like I was going to die because I couldn't even speak properly. I was so excited... I feel like such a fallen woman for stopping an Executive Director who was trying to leave work and asking him to caress me... I feel like a hoodlum too... I liked it, though. So,"
Don't say it. Whatever those words are. Everything seems like it's going to be disadvantageous to me—
"I'm going to make you do it often from now on."
Unable to stand it any longer, Seo Jia slapped his forearm instead of Eunbyul's.