Chapter 7
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Sharing Breasts of Love
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“Call me. I'll be waiting.”
Lee Ha-na slipped a note into my hand and winked.
The note had her personal number scribbled on it.
The sensation of her lips brushing my fingertips was still vivid.
That depraved thrill of my cock ravaging her throat.
And her madness in describing it as delicious.
I wandered out of the collection room in a daze.
My legs were trembling.
Not from dumping too much semen, but from the anticipation of what was to come.
I made it to the classroom, but the professor's voice sounded like some alien tongue.
My head was filled with nothing but Lee Ha-na sunbae's wet eyes and that expression as she swallowed my cock.
After class... my place...
Those words wouldn't leave my mind.
I had no idea how time passed.
When I snapped out of it, the classroom was empty.
Ah, lunchtime...
“Let's grab some food.”
My stomach was growling.
Makes sense—I'd shot out nearly a liter since morning. Calorie burn must've been insane.
Urgent need for a protein top-up.
I headed for the cafeteria.
But there was a weird crowd gathered in the plaza out front.
A long line of guys, all murmuring excitedly.
“What's going on? Some event?”
Curiosity got the better of me, so I wandered over.
Closer up, I spotted the banner.
The moment I read it, I couldn't believe my eyes.
[United PE Clubs Volunteer Event!]
[Supporting healthy semen production for all students!]
[Grab some boobs and recharge your vitality! Female students welcome! ※Volunteer points awarded]
[★ FREE BOOB ★]
“...”
Damn this crazy world.
Now even handing out boobs counts as volunteer work.
Not “free hugs,” but “free boobs.”
The world wasn't just end times—it was rotting from the inside out.
Right smack in the middle of campus, college girls hawking their tits like street vendors.
“Insane. For real.”
I muttered a curse.
But my feet were already shuffling to the back of the line.
The brain and body don't always play nice.
It's free. No reason to say no.
Plus, PE clubs meant toned, athletic bodies honed by training.
Chances to feel that firmness firsthand don't come around often.
The line shrank faster than I'd expected.
The guys were just staring at the back of the dude in front, like pilgrims on a holy quest.
Finally, my turn.
Four girls stood in a row behind a table.
Each wearing a sash that read Feel free to grope!
“Next up~”
First girl.
A little tennis club badge pinned to her chest.
Tanned skin, short cropped hair.
Breasts weren't huge, but they had a perfect shape.
“Excuse me.”
I reached out cautiously.
Squeeze.
Firm and solid in my palm.
More muscle than fat—a springy bounce.
This must be what they call perky tits.
Like gripping a taut rubber ball, the rebound teased my palm.
“Thanks.”
“Sure thing~ Shoot plenty~”
Not “have a nice day” or “bless you.”
Shoot plenty.
Un-fucking-believable.
I moved on, leaving her blessing(?) behind.
Second girl.
Dance major? Such graceful lines.
Hand made contact—pure softness, sinking right in.
Marshmallow.
No, more like the fluffy insides of fresh-baked bread.
So plush my fingers buried deep.
Kneading sent flesh spilling between them.
Third one.
Overwhelming size.
Watermelons, practically.
Couldn't quite defy gravity—slight sag.
First time seeing udders this pretty.
Heavy.
I found myself cupping them, shaking like water balloons without thinking.
Lifting them up, the weight hit hard.
That realistic heft had me swallowing hard.
And the fourth.
Last in line.
I looked up.
“...Huh?”
Breath caught in my throat.
Familiar face.
Bobbed hair, porcelain skin, tiny mole under her eye.
Kim Yu-jin.
Classmate. The girl I'd crushed on hard from day one of school.
But my complex kept me from saying a proper word. I'd buried those feelings.
Why was she here?
Oh, right. Yu-jin was in the badminton club.
“Hey, Do-hun.”
“......”
She recognized me too.
Our eyes met.
That instant.
My crotch twitched to life.
The girl I'd crushed on, thrusting her tits out right in front of me.
Legally touchable.
Ruuuumble—
A massive pillar surged up inside my pants.
In one second flat.
Full mast.
My training pants weren't just tenting—they were stretched to the tearing point.
Yu-jin's gaze drifted naturally from my face downward.
And locked.
Her eyes went wide as saucers.
“Whoa...”
She let out an impressed gasp.
Looked back up and flashed a bright, innocent smile.
“Do-hun! Looks like you don't even need a touch-up?”
“...Huh? What're you...”
“You're already good to go! Impressive.”
She pointed right at my tent.
All eyes snapped to my groin.
Guys in line, volunteer girls, random passersby.
“Holy shit, look at that.”
“No way...?”
“He got that hard from our boobs~”
“Freakin' huge. One pump from that thing's a guaranteed pregnancy.”
Whispers hit me from all sides like surround sound.
My face burned hot.
Humiliated enough to die.
Full hard-on busted by my crush—in public.
If there was a hole nearby, I'd have dived in.
I fidgeted, starting to back away, but Yu-jin beamed wide.
“Hehe! So healthy! Looks great. Keep powering through today~ Make lots!”
She pumped a fist in a fighting pose.
I was losing my mind.
My crush, cheering my raging boner as “healthy.”
Encouragement? Or a mercy kill?
But I couldn't just bolt.
An opportunity was still an opportunity.
I stretched out my trembling hand.
“St-still... lemme touch.”
“Go for it!”
Yu-jin thrust her chest forward.
Grab.
Soft fullness overflowed my palm.
Warm.
And so squishy.
Heart pounding like it might explode.
Just three seconds.
In that brief moment, I tasted paradise.
“Th-thanks...”
I bolted like a refugee.
Her body heat lingered in my palm.
That sensation burned into my brain, refusing to fade.
My crotch showed zero signs of calming.
If anything, it throbbed harder—downright painful now.
Gonna lose it. Should I just bust one quick?
Toilet run?
But nowhere good.
School bathrooms were filthy and packed.
Back to the collection room?
Nah—no Ha-na sunbae there.
Didn't feel right with someone else.
Besides, afternoon plans with sunbae.
Had to hold out till then.
Build it up. Erupt big.
That was proper etiquette.
Hold strong. Blessed are those who endure.
I gripped my pulsing cock and headed back to class.
Time felt frozen.
Last class was a big lecture hall liberal arts deal.
Way across the room, opposite aisle—Lee Ha-na sunbae sat there.
Every hair toss, every leg cross... my imagination went haywire.
Collection room memories overlapped.
That mouth devouring my cock.
Cum-drenched face.
Ugh...
Under the desk, a bulge.
No signs of going down.
Balls felt heavier, like semen kept brewing.
Pressure mounting.
Like a kinked hose, fit to burst any second.
Cold sweat beaded up.
“And that's it for today's class.”
Finally.
The second the professor wrapped up, I snatched my bag.
Plowed through the crowd toward Ha-na sunbae.
She was laughing with her friends.
“Sunbae.”
She turned.
Clocked me, lips curling slyly.
Foxy grin.
“Oh, junior's here?”
She stood.
Friends glanced between us with knowing looks.
“What? Ha-na, you know this guy?”
“Yeah. Got some business. Catch you all tomorrow—I'm out.”
No hesitation. She brushed off her friends.
Then hooked her arm in mine.
Casual skinship.
Breast pressing my arm—electric zing shot through me again.
“C'mon. Must've been torture waiting.”
She whispered hot in my ear.
Side-eyeing my bulge.
She knew everything.
We hopped a taxi to her officetel.
In the car, she kept hold of my hand.
Tickling my palm, playing around.
I was too wired to utter a word.
Scenery blurred past the window.
We pulled up at a swanky officetel near campus.
Door unlocked with a beep, subtle diffuser scent wafting out.
A woman's bachelor pad.
First time in one.
Sleek, spotless interior.
High heels by the entry screamed her style.
“Sit tight. Gonna shower.”
She tossed her bag and vanished into the bathroom.
Shower hissed to life.
Shhhh—
The sound hit, and tension flooded me.
Heart hammering, mouth cotton-dry.
Overexcited, maybe.
The all-day stiffy wilted away softly.
Taut pants went baggy.
Whew... probably for the best.
Had been aching from the strain. Short break.
Rearing it back up? Piece of cake.
One glimpse of her naked? Instant full throttle.
I sat primly on the sofa, waiting.
Water cut off soon after.
Click.
Bathroom door swung open.
“......”
Lee Ha-na sunbae stepped out.
Wearing nothing but a bathrobe.
Water droplets plinking from her wet hair.
Robe parting to flash dazzling collarbone and thigh curves.
She toweled her hair, dropping into the seat across from me.
Crossed her legs.
Robe gaped—teasing deep inner thigh.
“Junior.”
“Y-yeah?”
“You really dig the naughty stuff, huh? Those eyes earlier... intense.”
She propped her chin, staring me down.
“Huh? What do you...”
“Most guys treat it like a chore. But you? You enjoy it. First guy like that I've seen.”
Her words left me blank for a sec.
Men hating lewdness?
What the hell?
“No guy's out there hating on lewd stuff...”
I ventured carefully.
She chuckled softly.
“Huh? Guys mostly pump out semen on the regular, half-duty style—so porn and all that gets old fast, y'know? It's labor you do like eating. Who enjoys work?”
Ah.
Like a hammer to the skull.
This world's logic.
Semen equals cash.
Men bust a nut daily out of obligation to earn.
Skip a day? You're losing money.
So sex and jerking off stop being fun—become straight-up jobs.
Porn, hookups? All extensions of the grind.
No wonder it bores them.
I get it...
But I'm different.
I'm not from this world.
And my libido was always off the charts.
What they see as drudgery? Pure bliss for me.
You know the saying.
Those who enjoy it are the pros.
Plus, my output's 100x normal.
In this world, I'm a freak.
A semen-crazed pleasure monster.
“Anyway, you came 'cause you wanna get down to it, right?”
She tugged her robe tie loose.
It fell open smooth.
Full nude exposed.
Way more raw and stunning than the collection room glimpse.
Gulp.
I nodded, swallowing hard.
My cock twitched, lifting its head again.
Break over.
She rose, sauntered over.
Straddled my lap.
Her ass crack grinding my groin.
“S-sunbae...”
Arms looped my neck. Hot whisper in my ear.
“Then be straight with me.”
Her eyes gleamed.
“You... loaded?”
What the actual fuck.