The Milk Cow Girl, Yang Ara
I decided this should be enough and spoke up.
“Then, how about we both take off our underwear whenever it’s just the two of us?”
“Huh? Is that really okay? Sure!”
Yang Ara immediately moved her hands behind her back, then stopped.
“Um… No, I won’t take mine off. You take yours off.”
“What? Why?”
“Taking my bra off does feel more comfortable, but my breasts are just too heavy…”
My gaze drifted to Yang Ara’s chest. They certainly looked heavy… Or rather… ‘They must be really heavy.’
Suddenly, those bra shoulder straps looked truly impressive.
“…They really do look incredibly heavy. It’s amazing your bra can support them.”
“Ah, these shoulder straps are custom-made.”
“Really?”
“Normal bra straps can’t handle the weight, so they snap after about three days. They also dig into my shoulders and hurt.”
She lightly pulled the shoulder of her white t-shirt aside to show me the strap.
“See? The strap is wide, right? This way it doesn’t dig in and hurt. It’s very sturdy too. Whenever I buy a bra, I just swap the shoulder straps for these.”
“Wow…”
Just how heavy were those breasts? I genuinely wanted to hold them from underneath at least once. I wanted to feel that soft, heavy weight in my hands.
I swallowed hard.
‘…Ah!’
A good idea had come to me.
“It must be really tough for you.”
“Yeah… It’s very inconvenient… I even considered surgery, but putting a knife to my body is still scary…”
I was startled. Surgery? That could never happen. During the next modification, I would have to strengthen her aversion to breast reduction surgery.
“Hearing you talk about it, it sounds like you’re really struggling, sis. I want to help you.”
“Hehe. Thanks. But even if you recommend a good brand, it probably won’t help. The brands that make great men’s underwear are different from the ones that make great women’s underwear.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
I spoke while gently kneading Yang Ara’s thigh. Ah… Her thighs felt wonderful. So soft and smooth.
“I’ll hold your breasts for you. That way they won’t feel heavy even without the bra.”
“Huh? Hold my breasts?”
Yang Ara gave me a strange look.
“Um… When you say hold them… you mean grabbing them with your hands, right?”
“That’s right.”
“Um… That’s a bit…”
Since this was still only the first modification, she seemed to feel some reluctance about offering her breasts.
“Why? Are you uncomfortable with me?”
“Ah, no! It’s not that! You’re really comfortable!”
“Then why… Oh, are you worried it’ll be hard on me?”
“Huh?”
“Haha, it’s fine. Between us, what’s the big deal? I’m only doing it because I want to help you, sis, so don’t refuse.”
If Kim Junyoung offers to help, do not refuse
“Ah… Well, if that’s how it is… Okay, um…”
In the end, Yang Ara reluctantly accepted.
“Then shall I take it off for you?”
“Huh? W-wait…!”
“Since I’m helping, just stay still.”
Yang Ara, who had been reaching for my arm, froze. I quickly slipped my hand inside her white t-shirt and unhooked her bra.
With a soft rustle, her breasts suddenly swelled outward. Just as the words suggested, the breasts that had been trapped in the confining bra burst free, creating the momentary illusion that her chest had grown even larger.
I pulled the bra out from beneath her chest.
“Whoa…! Th-they’re seriously huge…”
I spread the bra open right in front of my eyes. It was so large that it completely blocked my view like a partition.
“Right? Finding a bra this size is incredibly difficult…”
Perhaps because we had been talking about underwear so much earlier, she didn’t show any resistance to me simply looking at her bra.
“But… there’s no size written on it?”
“It’s custom-made, so no. It only marks whether it’s for during my period or not.”
“Why during your period?”
“The cup size increases by one. Then I can’t wear it. My breasts spill out over the top.”
“Wow… I’ve heard they get a little bigger during periods, but a whole cup size?”
“Yeah. That’s what happens to me.”
I pressed my nose against the part that would touch her nipples and inhaled. A rich, milky scent filled my lungs.
‘She’s not even producing breast milk, yet her body scent smells like milk…’
What a truly arousing body.
“W-why are you smelling that!”
She snatched the bra away.
“I just have a habit of smelling things. Between close friends like us, it’s the kind of thing I might do without thinking. Don’t you have any habits like that, sis?”
When her resistance started to rise even slightly, directly referencing the modification content made it fade quickly. Words like ‘help,’ ‘close relationship,’ and ‘worry’ worked like that.
“Um… Now that you mention it… Was I overreacting? Yeah, I think I understand that habit. Like unconsciously smelling scents that are a little addictive.”
“For example?”
“Um…”
Yang Ara suddenly blushed and fidgeted.
“Ah, no… Don’t ask… When you ask, I keep answering in strange ways…”
“Why? Is it something you can’t talk about?”
“Mmm… It’s a little like that…”
“Then isn’t it a worry? Not being able to tell anyone and having to hide it seems like it would become a concern in itself.”
“Yeah… Sometimes smelling the milk scent from my nipples or between my breasts is a bit embarrassing… Ah, aaaaaah!”
Yang Ara frantically covered her mouth.
“Wow… So you bring your nose right up to your nipples and sniff? You can do that?”
“I… I could… Aaaaah! Stop! Stoooop! Stop asking!”
Yang Ara’s face turned so red it looked like it might burst.
“Haha, you already said it, so why are you acting like this? Doesn’t that mean you’re that comfortable with me?”
“I-is that it…? No, but this is still a bit weird…”
“Oh right, your breasts must be heavy. I’ll hold them for you now.”
“Huh? Uh, um…”
I cut off Yang Ara’s words, slipped my hand inside her shirt, and supported her breasts. But they were far heavier than I expected, so my hands paused for a moment.
“Huh? They’re much heavier than I thought.”
“Right? When I weighed them before, each one came out to about 6kg.”
“What?! 6, 6kg?”
Wait, was that even a human breast weight? That would mean both sides together were 12kg.
“But how exactly did you weigh your breasts?”
“How else? I put one breast on a scale.”
“You can do that?”
“Why couldn’t I?”
“…”
Among the people I knew, who had the smallest breasts? ‘Gong Jiyun would probably cry if she heard this…’
I tensed my arms and lifted her breasts.
“Whoa, whoa… Insane…”
“Don’t use bad words…”
Master's Touch
As the skill leveled up, my hand size had increased slightly as well.
Right now my hands were quite large even among adult men. Even so, my fully spread palms and fingers couldn’t completely support her breasts and sank into the soft flesh.
“Wow… Wow…”
“Are they that heavy?”
It seemed Yang Ara had misunderstood my exclamation. But I had no attention to spare for answering her.
‘Fuck… These breasts are incredible…!’
Breasts, the bigger they are, the more valuable. The tremendous pressure against my hands and arms, the overwhelming volume filling my palms, and the immense size filling my vision. The value of these breasts, measured through those three sensations, was beyond words.
Simply by lifting them, I could barely suppress the urge to knead and suck on them.
‘They’re so soft…’
The softness of silken tofu, the squishiness of marshmallows, and the springy elasticity of jelly all existed at once. My palms kept twitching with the desire to squeeze them tightly.
Moreover, because I had lifted them upward, her areolas and nipples showed clearly through the thin white t-shirt.
Yang Ara’s areolas and nipples were a beautiful pink, and like Park Seoyun’s, they were the protruding type.
‘This is driving me crazy… Even her areolas are so fucking erotic…!’
I suddenly raised my arms and bounced her breasts upward.
“Uh, eek?!”
Yang Ara let out a high-pitched yelp of surprise.
Splat— Her breasts pressed heavily against my palms, sticking to my skin with a wet smack.
‘Shit… They’re seriously amazing… I want to knead them so badly…’
My cock ached. It was so hard it hurt. After suggesting we take our underwear off, I was glad I hadn’t removed mine. It was a good thing I had tucked my erection against my thigh; if I had been naked underneath, there would have been no hiding it.
“Wh-what did you just do?”
“Ah, they were so heavy and soft they kept slipping. I just adjusted their position a little. Did it hurt? I’m sorry.”
“Ah, no! I was just surprised for a second, so don’t worry! You’re already working so hard to hold them…”
It was certainly a bit strenuous. Each breast weighed 6kg and my posture was awkward. If I didn’t have Strength Enhancement, it would have been impossible.
“How is it for you, sis? Comfortable?”
“Mmm… It felt a little strange at first, but this… is really nice… So comfortable…”
Yang Ara wore an expression like she was soaking in a hot spring, completely relaxed. The gap between that adorable face and these monstrous breasts was incredibly arousing.
‘A pure, cute face like a high school girl, the domestic skills of a married woman, and on top of that, cow-like breasts…’
I really wanted to get her pregnant. It was getting hard to hold back. I wanted to just pin her down right here and ravish her. I wanted to fill her belly for ten full months.
Dark desires kept flooding my mind and my cock. When I got home, Min Chaeseul would have to work hard for me.
“Upsie daisy! They keep slipping again. Sorry. Does it bother you when I move?”
I couldn’t stay still with this chewy, heavy sensation, so I kept bouncing them up and down and wriggling my fingers.
“No, no! Hold them however is comfortable for you. Or if it’s tiring, should we stop?”
“Haha, it’s fine. If it gets hard I’ll let go myself. You must be exhausted carrying these things around all day.”
“…Thank you. Actually… It feels so good that I’ll be really sad when you let go.”
“From now on, I’ll hold them for you every time we’re alone.”
“Junyoung…”
Yang Ara looked at me with slightly moist eyes.
“You really are a good boy…”
No, no. The one who was truly good was you, sis, letting your younger friend fondle these incredible breasts.
‘A married older sister who lets me touch her tits…’
It felt like my cock was about to explode.
“Mmm… But…”
“What is it?”
“Ah, nothing! It’s nothing!”
Yang Ara twisted her thighs and hunched her shoulders as if uncomfortable.
‘What is it? It can’t be that she noticed me groping her… Ah!’
A skill I had obtained recently came to mind.
Touch of a Molester Lv.1 (Passive)
When the user's hand touches the skin of the opposite sex, the sensitivity of the contacted area increases by a small amount.
“Your… um… hand is pretty warm, huh…?”
“I do tend to run hot.”
I was only supporting her with my palms, yet Yang Ara’s ears were gradually turning red. I quickly raised the skill level remotely.
Touch of a Molester Lv.3 (Master Level) (Passive)
When the user's hand touches the skin of the opposite sex, the sensitivity of the contacted area increases to an absolute level. The user can now bring targets to orgasm even through non-erogenous zones.
“Hah, haa?!”
Yang Ara suddenly let out a sharp cry.
“What’s wrong?”
“Uh, uh? No, it’s nothing! Really!”
I continued to bounce her breasts up and gently knead them in turns. I could feel Yang Ara’s breasts gradually growing warmer. No, it wasn’t just her breasts—her whole body was heating up.
“Hoo, haa… Hoo, haa… Hoo, haaa…”
Yang Ara’s breathing grew heavier, and a flush rose in her cheeks. Every time I wriggled my fingers against her breasts, her thighs rubbed together.
“Hoo, haaa… Hoo, haaa… Your… your hand really is so warm…”
“Why? Is it uncomfortable?”
“Ah, n-no, it’s not that… Just a little… Um… No, never mind!”
Yang Ara’s breasts were becoming slick with sweat.
“Mm… Are you getting hot, sis? Your breasts are getting slippery.”
“J-just a little warm…”
I used that as an excuse to move my hands more boldly. The slipperier they became, the harder it was to support them properly.
“Hoo, haa… Hoo, haa…”
The living room grew noticeably hotter. Strands of hair clung to Yang Ara’s neck.
“It feels good when I hold them, right?”
“Mmm… Y-yes… Just a little longer…”
But at that moment.
“Huh?”
“Eh?”
Our eyes moved to the tips of her breasts.
“Uh, uhh…?”
Yang Ara’s nipples were slowly beginning to rise.
“Um… Ahem! Sis, this…”
“…!”
Yang Ara’s pink nipples had stiffened prominently, clearly visible through the white t-shirt.