Fair Rules (1) (Illustration Ahead)
Seonho's gaze was still fixed on my body.
"...Phew."
A sensation like being appraised from head to toe. His breathing had grown rough, little by little, as if he could barely contain his excitement. And for some reason, the longer I felt that gaze on me, the more a strange feeling welled up alongside it, my spine stiffening rigid and taut.
"S-Seonho. We should, um... start getting to it soon..."
"Ah, s-sorry! Your body is just so beautiful, Isabel, I couldn't help myself..."
"...It's all right. Still, our time is limited, you know."
He had told me my body was beautiful, after all. That alone was enough for me.
I had never once thought well of this male gaze, or of a figure that drew so much unwanted attention. And yet, thanks to it, I had managed to draw the gaze of a man I actually loved. That alone felt like full repayment for everything I had struggled through until now.
"To be fair, you should take off your underwear too, right?"
Seonho's low voice filled the quiet room. At the faint tremor threading through it, I gave a careful nod.
"...Yes."
The moment I answered, my heart began to pound. But it wasn't racing out of fear or worry. If I had to put a name to it... it was probably closer to anticipation.
"Then I'll take it slow."
Whispering softly, Seonho brought his hands carefully beneath the dress I had lifted. I felt his fingertips brush the edge of my bra, felt the fabric glide slowly upward across my bare skin.
Sshhhk.
"..."
"..."
The hem rose from beneath my chest, brushing up against it inch by inch. The sensation of breasts I had always, always kept hidden from other men being bared for the very first time before Seonho's eyes.
Jiggle.
"...Nnh."
As the bra was pushed fully up, I felt the heavy mounds of my chest sway softly, freed of their restraint.
...I really am showing him everything now.
After this, there's no way I could ever marry anyone but Seonho.
Not that I'd ever intended otherwise. Partly it was because of those feelings that I had shown him this much without a hint of hesitation. Even so, actually baring my chest to a man was far more embarrassing than I had imagined it would be.
"Beautiful, Isabel."
"...Yes?"
"I said you're beautiful. Your breasts."
"...Th-thank you."
At the sweet voice murmuring in my ear, unsure how I ought to answer, I could only give a careful nod of thanks. Words alone could never fully convey everything in my heart — but even so.
"Then, let's begin."
"Y-yes. Whenever you're ready, please..."
Softly.
"Nnngh... Hyaaah?!"
The sensation of Seonho's hands settling gently over my breasts, cradling them. His fingertips gliding slowly down along their rounded curves — and even that alone was enough to wipe every thought from my head. Warm and soft, soft and delicate. Sinking little by little into a pleasure that could not even be compared to being touched through my clothes, I found myself surrendering my body to him before I knew it.
Kim Isabel's enormous breasts — the first I had ever faced and touched directly.
I had imagined them a few times, since hers was a body that could stand toe to toe with Cha Eunju's, but actually holding them in my hands, their presence was on an entirely different level.
Her figure is honestly absurd.
A heavy presence in my palms, weighty enough that I would have believed it if someone told me a woman's breasts grew in proportion to her faith. And Isabel, who had finally bared her chest to me — this maddening situation kept amplifying my desire by the second.
Though it is a little ridiculous that she still hasn't taken off her veil even after baring her breasts.
If anything, that only made it hotter. There was a strange, twisted thrill that came with it.
About three minutes passed like that, my hands slowly, almost awkwardly stroking and kneading Isabel's chest as if caressing it.
Squeeze.
This time, I slowly took both of her breasts in my hands, then let them go.
"Nnngh?!"
Her skin twitched sensitively against my touch, as if reacting of its own accord.
"Hah... hoo... hooo..."
I wasn't even properly touching her yet, and already Isabel was leaking soft moans.
"You okay? Tell me anytime if it gets to be too much."
"...I-I'm fine. You may... you may continue."
After a brief silence, she answered in a faintly trembling voice. I had no intention of stopping anyway — I only threw the question out because I knew she'd answer exactly that way.
And having received her permission to do more, I grew a little bolder, brushing her nipple lightly with my thumb.
Stroke.
"Nnh, haah?!"
The sensation was more intense than she had braced for, and she couldn't hold back the moan that spilled out of her.
Even so, her hands stayed clutched tight to the hem of her dress, as if patiently waiting for my touch to continue.
Checking Isabel's reactions as I went, I this time pinched her nipple lightly between my fingertips and lifted.
Pinch.
"Nnh, h-haaang...!!"
It had to feel nothing like being pinched through her dress and underwear. A body so lewd she could reach orgasm from her chest alone — there was no way she could hold out without reacting here.
"Hoo, hah, haaaa..."
Her breathing grew rougher and rougher. Her body trembled more and more. And still she clutched that dress, as though she wanted my caress never to end. Her nipples, already erect before I had even laid a finger on them, hardened further with every touch of my fingers, growing little by little damp with her sweat.
"Nnh, hah, haaaaa... hooa, hooaa..."
Quiet yet loud at once, her ragged breathing kept coming from above me. At some point, Isabel's hips had begun swaying along with my hands — movements that seemed to instinctively seek out pleasure. That meant she was nearly ready to cross the edge, a state where even a single strong stimulus would send her over at any moment.
There is no such thing as too much of an orgasm's pleasure, so I decided to give her body one more deep, thorough caressing before then.
With my whole hands wrapped around her breasts, I stimulated her nipples meticulously with my fingertips. Pinching them and letting go, pressing them gently inward, catching them between two fingers and rolling them side to side. Before long, her body was being stimulated without a moment's rest by movements so unmistakably sexual that tacking the word "androphobia training" onto them would have been laughable.
"Nnh, hah, haaah...!! Haa, nnnngh...?!"
Then, in a single moment, the last remaining underwear between Isabel's legs grew soaked through as she reached yet another orgasm.
"Haaa, hah, hnnh...!! Hnn, haa, hnnnngh...!!"
Her second climax of the day from her chest alone. Looking at how lewd Isabel had become — no saint now, hardly even fit to be called an ordinary priestess — a smile crept onto my face. It felt like the two months I had spent winning her over were finally being repaid.
She was my second conquest, after Cha Eunju. And by the original novel's standards, a fairly high-difficulty heroine at that. Granted, it was the result of a few lucky circumstances lining up just right — but the sense of achievement was undeniable.
"Haaa, hoo, hoooh..."
"You've gotten wet down there again, Isabel."
"Hnn, s-sorry.... I-I really couldn't hold it in this time, either..."
"It's fine. Your body's just reacting naturally. Like I told you earlier, there's nothing to be ashamed of."
"Th-that's right.... Even so, um..."
Hearing my voice, Isabel gave a nod, her tone a little relieved. Seizing on that small moment of inattention, I leaned close to her ear and whispered.
"But the way you feel this much from your chest alone... maybe Isabel's secretly a pretty dirty girl."
"...Y-yes?! N-no, I'm not, I'm only..."
"It's fine. Being dirty doesn't mean anything bad. It's just one of the instincts everyone has as a human being. You don't need to be so ashamed of it."
"N-no. Even so, I'm not a dirty girl, I-I'm just..."
"Honestly, I do like dirty girls a little more than normal ones myself. Though I suppose every man says the same."
"...Y-yes?"
"Ah, never mind, that was just me talking to myself. Don't worry about it."
"..."
Isabel answered my blatant please notice this with silence.
By now, she was probably agonizing in her head over whether or not to become a dirty girl for my sake. She had already come this far, so there was only one choice left to make. If she reacted inconsistently now, she would suffer nothing but cognitive dissonance over everything she herself had done up to this point.
Imagining, with a fair degree of accuracy, the judgment she was reaching inside her head, I this time brought my fingertips naturally down to rest on Isabel's wet panties.
"I'll take these off first. It can't be comfortable, staying in them while they're soaked."
"Y-yes?! Wh-what do you mean, all of a sudden...?"
As expected, she had never intended to show me even this much — the moment my hand moved toward her underwear, Isabel went into a flustered panic.
And to her, I deliberately played it brazen, throwing back the very words she herself had used moments ago.
"Why are you so surprised? You're the one who said we'd be fair, Isabel."
"B-being fair.... I-I did say that, but..."
"Isabel saw mine with her own eyes and touched it directly. So I thought this was the fair way to return the favor."
"..."
"...Ah, sorry. Was I wrong to think that?"
Before stripping away her last remaining garment, I asked once more, checking her intent. The choice was already set before her — but the awareness that she had chosen it herself had to be preserved right up to the very end.
She was the one who had first seen my naked body and taken my cock in her hand; surely she knew better than anyone what being "fair" in return would require.
"If it's too much, you don't have to force yourself. Men and women are different, after all. There's no real need to make everything fair."
Even while having already cornered her into that choice, I offered words that sounded considerate, and waited for Isabel's answer.
If she didn't shed that last piece here, she wouldn't be able to make sense of what had just been done to her chest, either. Enduring her embarrassment to bare her breasts. Having them touched skin against skin. All of it had been done so that she and I could be "fair" to one another. If she stopped short of fairness now, everything before would collapse into nothing more than an act of letting me touch her chest out of sheer lust — and so her choice was, in effect, already made for her.
"N-no. Taking off my panties as well does seem, um... certainly more 'fair.'"
"That's right."
"Yes. So, so please go ahead."
With a resolve hardened in her eyes, Isabel answered — and my hands slid slowly down from her waist. Her soaked white underwear slipped slowly down her legs and pooled at her feet.
(A version of the illustration above without the veil.)