Breast Confiscation and Sudden Enlightenment
Training...? “Hmph! This lady is upset!” Hong Yeonhwa puffed out her cheeks and whipped her head away.
“What’s with that tone all of a sudden?”
“It means this lady is that hurt, you know.” Hong Yeonhwa stomped her feet, her massive breasts still jiggling from the motion. It was a sight for sore eyes, but she seemed genuinely pissed, so I couldn’t let on how much I was enjoying it.
“Feast your eyes on this!” Still naked, Hong Yeonhwa thrust her pussy right in my face. Since I’d passed out without cleaning her up properly, yesterday’s evidence was still there in full glory. Looking at it like this brought back memories of our first time—her plump folds crusted with dried cum and juices, just like now. But there was one big difference...
Hong Yeonhwa spread her pussy lips, and a thick stream of leftover semen came oozing out. And there was a lot of it.
“See? Proof that you ignored this lady’s pleas and tormented me until I blacked out!”
“Uh... um... sorry.” I had gotten a bit too carried away yesterday. But honestly, how could anyone hold back? And it wasn’t just any pounding—this was Heavenly Demon pounding.
Hong Yeonhwa narrowed her eyes at my apology, then awkwardly spread her legs wider and started scooping the cum out of her with her fingers.
“I noticed it last time too, but when you get excited, you have this habit of not listening to this lady... Why is it getting hard again?”
“‘Cause you look so damn hot right now?” Her spreading her pussy and showing off the aftermath of our fuckfest right in front of me. The thick scent of my cum mixed with her body odor wafting over. Those jiggling tits every time she stomped. It was all sexy as hell. There wasn’t a single unsexy inch.
“Eek! Last time and this time too! You need to learn some restraint, you know!”
“Even if you say that...”
Was my half-assed attitude pissing her off? Hong Yeonhwa crossed her arms over her chest like she was hugging herself, hiding those glorious tits. Then came the grand declaration.
“Confiscated! As of today, this lady’s breasts are under seizure!”
“What?”
“Until this lady’s anger subsides, you won’t lay a single fingertip on them!”
“What the...?” My brain flatlined for a second. But then, like clothes soaking in a drizzle, salt dissolving in water, or ink bleeding on white rice paper... slowly. Very slowly, the meaning sank in.
Holy shit! Breast confiscation?!
It hit me like losing a kingdom. I looked up at her chest. Squished and distorted under her arms, spilling out top and bottom since she couldn’t fully cover them. I wanted to poke those protruding bits with my fingertips, feel that springy firmness... but now I couldn’t. Because they’d been confiscated.
I was losing my mind. Yesterday, Hong Yeonhwa had said that closing her eyes let her recall the feel of me stroking her hair. Same for me. That sharp curve from her neck. The heavy weight when I cupped them from below. The fleshy scent on my hands. The softness when I gripped them. The bounce pushing my fingers away. The reassuring warmth. The wave-like jiggle. The nipples that started squishy but firmed up under my touch. All of it came back crystal clear with my eyes closed. Hell, even without closing them.
Simple reason: Hong Yeonhwa’s breasts were already etched deep into my mind. They were practically part of me. And now I’d lost them. No fingertip allowed? It felt like having my limbs hacked off. A gaping hole punched through my heart, leaving me trembling in emptiness.
I was desperately picking my words to change her mind when...
“...?”
Something felt off. In my breast-ban panic, I’d almost missed it, but her lips were twitching nonstop—like she was desperately fighting back a smile.
Hold up. No way, right?
I examined her closer. Her trembling body wasn’t rage—it was laughter. Her voice was pitched a tad higher than usual, full of anticipation. And that line about confiscating her breasts until her mood improved... That basically meant, “Touch them if you can cheer me up.”
She wasn’t even really mad, was she? Just like how she’d been pinned under me yesterday, unable to move, now she wanted to see me squirming. Yeah, that made sense. The dark demon clouding my heart vanished in an instant.
Right. That’s it, huh?
I stood up, not bothering to hide my grin anymore.
“Got it. No touching the breasts, right?”
“That’s right, bu—”
Hong Yeonhwa eyed me suspiciously at the sudden shift. “What are you planning? No means no! This lady clearly said breasts are confiscated! Disobey, and I’ll really get mad, you know?”
“I know. That’s not it.”
I strode over, grabbed her shoulders firmly... and kissed her. Mwah.
“Eek?!”
While she blinked in surprise, I didn’t stop at her lips—I planted kisses all over her face. Mwah. Mwah. Mwah. Forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks, back to lips.
“Mm...!”
She squirmed in flustered panic at first, but only for a moment. Soon, she went pliant, thrusting her head forward like she wanted more, silently urging me on.
Mwah. One last light peck on her cheek, then I whispered in her ear.
“Still mad?”
“...You noticed?”
“Your lips kept twitching.”
“Drat. I could’ve had you under this lady’s thumb all day if I’d played it right. What a shame.”
With that, Hong Yeonhwa threw herself into my arms, pressing her breasts against my chest and rubbing them teasingly. Like a naughty cat spoiling for pets before getting scolded—ticklish and sweet.
“Did it piss you off that this lady tried to trick you?”
“Who knows? It was a cute lie, but from my side, it felt like the sky was falling.”
“Mm...”
She peeked at me slyly, then stood on tiptoes and bumped her little lips against mine. Mwah.
“Still feel that way?”
Her pink eyes gazed up at me, brimming with a hint of apology and strong confidence. I’d seen that look before. The innocent belief that if she liked something, I would too. The kind of thought most people outgrow through trial and error... but she’d been pampered since childhood, so she’d never had to face that.
Her pure affection warmed me, so I pressed my cheek to hers and nuzzled wildly.
“Nyaa! My cheek! This lady’s cheek...!”
“Thought one little kiss would fix your mood? Huh? Did you really think that? ...Bingo! You nailed it!”
Hong Yeonhwa whined about her cheek getting rubbed raw but didn’t resist, just let me have my way. After rubbing for a good while, I kissed her now-red, swollen cheek and sucked hard. Smack.
“S-Stop that! Are you trying to eat this lady’s cheek?!”
Her cheek stretched out like mochi. This time she freaked out and protested wildly, but still didn’t pull away.
Smack, smack.
“Hieeek!”
I played with her soft, chewy cheeks to my heart’s content before letting go.
“Ughhh...”
Hong Yeonhwa rubbed her bee-stung, puffy cheek, shooting me a look mixed with subtle reproach. I puckered my lips at her...
“Eek!”
She jerked her head back in horror. I chuckled at the sight, then voiced a sudden thought.
“Oh yeah, I think I just had a realization.”
“...? What do you mean?”
We’d just been goofing around like idiots, but she perked up at “realization”—martial artist to the core.
I gently pushed her away and closed my eyes.
A moment ago, when she banned me from her breasts. Even without touching them, I’d vividly recalled them. Scent, shape, weight, feel... all firmly lodged in my mind, springing to life with a mere glance.
This wasn’t limited to tits. I revisited the helplessness I’d felt since meeting Hong Yeonhwa. Times I’d nearly died from weakness. Times I’d been protected by the one I wanted to protect. Desperate wishes to survive somehow. Yet I’d fought back anyway. Life without her was unimaginable.
Yeah. She’d become part of my life. Etched deeper into my mind than anything. I could feel her presence clearly, even without skin contact.
My internal energy flowed along my spine, forming a pillar of will. As long as this pillar of intent held, I’d never fall. That’s what I knew.
“Hoo...”
Feeling the heat filling my body, I slowly opened my eyes. Hong Yeonhwa stared at me wide-eyed, like a scholar discovering a platypus nursing from sweat glands. I grinned sheepishly.
“What do you think? Feels like I’ve got the knack now.”
“Ma... ma...!”
I waited, heart pounding, for her praise. But her reaction was totally unexpected.
“Impossible! Where?! Where the hell did you get enlightenment from?! The breasts?! Or the cheeks?!”
Unable to hold back her frustration, Hong Yeonhwa started jumping in place. Her breasts bounced wildly with the recoil. My jaw dropped involuntarily at the sight.
She caught my stare and shrieked.
“This isn’t enlightenment, you perv!!!”
Oh come on. They say enlightenment is everywhere.