Chapter 10
Chapter 10
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Panties as a Side Dish
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Wanting panties as a side dish.
Her worn panties, no less.
Han Chae-ah was at a complete loss for words after Kim Jinwoo's demand.
Of course she couldn't give them to him.
How could she possibly hand over something like that!
She still had class later, and if things went wrong, she'd even get dragged to the freshman welcome party.
And yet, here he was asking for her panties.
Was he insane?
"A-Are you serious?"
"Don't want to?"
"O-Of course not! H-How could I want to!"
"I thought you liked it."
Han Chae-ah was speechless at Kim Jinwoo's brazen attitude.
"Y-You thought I liked it?"
"Yeah. Yesterday, you told me your panties' color right after we met."
"Th-That was because you..."
She couldn't even call him "sunbae" anymore.
To think she'd briefly considered this guy a good person.
"A normal person wouldn't answer a question like that right away."
"......"
"Who the hell tells someone 'sky blue' after I call them a bitch?"
"Q-Quiet down."
"You know you're the louder one, right?"
She wanted to shut that mouth of his.
How could anyone be so shameless?
Now she understood why the other seniors warned her to avoid him.
He was a weirdo.
Yesterday and today too.
"Anyway, I've already groped your tits, so what's giving me your panties?"
"Th-That was because you..."
"You seemed so confident earlier. Why are you panicking now?"
"I-I'm not pan..."
Even rescuing her from that annoying senior was just for this.
"What a waste helping you out."
"Wh-What do you mean?"
"I saved you from that creepy perv, and now you won't even give me your panties. It's disappointing enough to sigh."
"Y-You left your panties with me?"
"You planning to leave one with me so you'll give it later?"
He grinned with that smug face.
That sly smile—the same one he'd worn when refusing the professor's request.
"N-No! I'm not giving them!"
"Tsk."
Kim Jinwoo stared at her intently, sucking air through his teeth at her reaction.
"You're such a perv."
"Wh-Why am I suddenly the perv?!"
"That's why, huh?"
"Huh?"
"You're mad because only I got to touch your tits."
"That's not..."
Kim Jinwoo took another step closer.
"Eek!"
With his massive build suddenly looming, she involuntarily swallowed.
From afar, she hadn't realized just how big and imposing he was.
An overwhelming presence.
A man's body no woman could ever have—a real stud.
As he closed in, Han Chae-ah felt crushed by the atmosphere.
Her chest tightened.
Breathing felt difficult.
It was like he owned all the air around them.
Kim Jinwoo leaned in so close their breaths mingled.
"Here."
"Wh-What?"
"You touch too."
"......Huh?"
Her brain short-circuited, unable to process.
Touch what?
Where?
"My chest. Touch it. Then we're even."
"P-Pervert..."
"That's what I mean. You're holding out on the panties because you wanna touch my chest."
Ridiculous.
That wasn't it at all.
Panties—no, not the panties. Absolutely not.
Why should she take them off for him?
It made no sense.
No reason to touch his chest either.
No reason to give him her panties.
"You really won't touch?"
"I-I'm not touching..."
A smile crept onto Kim Jinwoo's lips as he watched her.
"Just reach out. It's right there."
His voice deepened.
The casual tone from moments ago dropped an octave.
The shift in voice.
The heavy atmosphere.
Han Chae-ah's eyes widened; she couldn't speak.
The contrast from his shameless grin to this serious demeanor choked her.
"Not forcing you. I just feel bad only touching yours."
"......"
"Don't you? This situation where only you got touched. Fair's fair—give back what you got."
"Th-That's..."
"Just close your eyes and reach out. You'll touch it. I won't dodge."
What nonsense.
Assuming she'd grab his chest from the start—totally absurd.
She wasn't interested.
A guy's chest? Whatever.
She hated being hit on by guys anyway...
'I wanna... masturbate.'
She thought of it to shake off her usual irritation and stress.
Imagining herself secretly indulging.
A version of herself masturbating, something she'd never do in reality.
Kim Jinwoo touching her chest... imagining that sensation...
'Am I crazy?'
This wasn't it.
Her fantasies were always abstract.
She'd never masturbated, so they were vague imaginings of doing it.
An escape into a fantasy space from reality.
But this fantasy starred the real man in front of her: Kim Jinwoo.
First time for this.
Imagining someone specific while wanting to masturbate.
"Touch however you want. No one will know. Unless I tell someone you touched my chest."
"Y-You won't tell?"
"Of course not. You haven't told anyone I touched your tits."
"......"
She hadn't.
Not just from shame—she didn't want to say it.
That humiliating thrill had felt... good.
"Just our little secret. Like me touching your tits."
"......"
Her eyes drifted to his chest.
Unlike hers, broad and solid.
His loose shirt hid the muscle contours, but she could tell it was firm.
She shouldn't have followed him.
This senior was...
'A total perv.'
Yet she couldn't ignore his voice whispering like the devil in her ear.
"I'll wait till you touch."
Yeah.
This was revenge.
For what he'd done to her.
Not some lewd motive.
Not because she wanted to touch a guy's chest.
Just an accident.
Like getting hit by a truck.
That's all.
'I'm not at fault.'
Still a good girl.
Touching this wouldn't make her bad.
So...
'Whoa.'
Unlike her own, it was rock-hard.
How much did he work out?
She felt the bulging, firm pecs.
Pity there was cloth in the way.
"Hah... hah..."
Her breathing grew ragged on its own.
Blood rushed, head spinning.
Her body heated up, heart pounding faster.
The firm texture through the fabric felt vivid at her fingertips.
Her shoulders heaved.
She couldn't tear her eyes from his chest.
Firmness invisible outside, palpable in her hand.
'Wow, so this is a man's chest...'
Muscles no woman could build.
Unconsciously, she groped more, exploring up and down his chest.
Her hands wandered like feelers seeking paths, caressing every inch.
"Your touch is pervy."
His voice made her look up.
Kim Jinwoo smiled down at her.
That smile felt utterly demonic.
A bad guy.
Someone a good girl like her should avoid.
But...
'Feels good.'
Touching someone else's chest.
Doing bad things.
Better than imagined.
A bit more.
Just a little longer...
Kim Jinwoo stepped back.
"Done."
"Ah..."
A sigh escaped her.
"Liked my chest, huh?"
"Huh?"
Her reaction lagged.
"Wh-What? N-No way I'd like it. Wh-What's good about a guy's chest?"
No.
She did.
So good.
Wanted to touch more.
Feel this sensation, this view, etched into her brain longer.
Regretfully, she swallowed.
"S-So don't say that."
"Got it."
She clutched her chest.
Calm down a bit.
Couldn't breathe.
"Alright then..."
He held out his hand.
"Wh-What?"
"Told you. For a fair trade, you gotta compensate for what I touched yesterday."
"Y-You're still on that..."
"After groping my chest, you gonna pretend nothing happened?"
"......"
"B-But if I give you my panties now, I have afternoon classes..."
Attend class with no panties?
Impossible.
Absolutely not!
"Not my problem."
"Huh?"
"Buy some at a convenience store or go commando. Not something a chest-groping perv should complain about."
"Ugh..."
"Still pretending to be a good girl?"
Kim Jinwoo grinned, whispering.
"After fondling my chest?"
"......"
"Should I tell that Yang guy to come get you?"
She squeezed her eyes shut.
Anything but that.
By now, her classmates were probably grabbing lunch in groups.
The thought of spending that awful time without even a friend excuse made her dizzy.
She refused to endure that horror.
"O-Okay! J-Just take them off, right?!"
"Good girl."
Kim Jinwoo patted her head with a smile.
That gesture sent chills down her spine.
A strange, tingling buzz made her knees weak.
'Wh-What's this...?'
Her breath even hitched.
"Th-Then turn around. You gonna watch me take them off?"
"Oh, sorry."
He stepped back a few paces and turned.
Only then did she slip trembling hands under her skirt.
She peeled off her heated panties.
The pink frilly ones she'd carefully chosen today.
Warm from her body heat, they felt toasty in her hand.
"Nngh..."
A dizzying sensation from below.
The air brushing bare skin felt weird.
The odd thrill made her bite her lip, body quivering.
But what shocked her more...
'It's wet...'
The center was damp.
A faint trace like a water drop.
Tiny, barely visible unless scrutinized.
The result of her body's reaction from touching his chest.
"Still not done?"
Kim Jinwoo asked.
She couldn't give him this.
How could she hand over proof of her dirty thoughts, her arousal?
'Can't give this.'
Absolutely not.
Her breath caught.
But if she refused...
Who knew what he'd do.
After coming this far, anything was possible...
"Turning around?"
She couldn't answer.
Frozen, staring at the wet panties.
"W-Wait a sec."
Too late—he'd already turned.
"Nice job taking them off."
Kim Jinwoo approached with a grin.
"Pink? So pink today?"
"N-No, that's not... Um, sunbae. C-Could I not give them? I really think this is wrong."
"It's fine. The world won't end over one pair of panties."
"N-No, please..."
"What's wrong?"
He drew closer.
"You're not the type to break a promise, right? Not that naughty."
His hand touched her panties.
As he gripped the still-warm fabric, he twitched slightly.
Shame flooded her.
Her face burned crimson with humiliation.
Couldn't breathe.
Where was a hole to crawl into?
Hide now.
"Warm."
His words sent a perverse thrill through her, body trembling.
"Ugh..."
"Thanks. Worth helping you out."
Just watching him handle her panties made Han Chae-ah's breath ragged.
Sweat beaded on her skin.
Mouth dry as dust.
She swallowed hard, praying he wouldn't notice.
Please don't realize.
Kim Jinwoo smiled as he fondled them.
'He won't know. Please don't.'
He approached her.
"Good job. Such a good girl."
He patted her head.
"Good girl"—words that should annoy her.
The shackle she hated most.
Yet from him, it didn't feel bad.
Both knew it wasn't good-girl behavior.
Touching a guy's chest.
Handing her panties to a man.
Not for good girls.
'This is bad.'
The taboo thrill made her heart race.
Han Chae-ah looked at Kim Jinwoo.
"Wh-What are you gonna do with my panties?"
His face screamed "obvious question."
"Use 'em as a side dish."
"Wh-What do you mean? For wh-what...?"
No way, right?
"For jerking off."
Crazy bastard.
Shouldn't have given them.
At the same time, Kim Jinwoo thought as he eyed her shocked face.
'Panties... they're wet.'
What a pervy bitch.