Chapter 8
Chapter 8
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 08
Chapter Title: Touched National Powerhouse Tits
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There was no reason to hesitate.
"Yep."
I reached out right away.
Gong Ga-eun looked startled as my hand approached.
"Ah...! Uh.... W-wait a sec. Ah, I'm not quite... ready yet...."
Did she even need to prepare?
Pop. Pop.
Gong Ga-eun carefully undid the buttons on her blouse one by one.
She didn't take it off completely—just unfastened the few covering her chest, then spread the blouse open.
Essential preparation, it seemed.
"Here...."
Gulp.
Words failed me.
I'd figured E-cup, but seeing them? Way bigger! F... no, G-cup maybe?
This was proof that her blouse and suit had been holding those monsters back.
The bra alone was massive. Could probably fit a melon in each cup.
"Y-you can... touch them...."
"Sure."
I slowly reached out.
My hand trembled.
Sure, I'd planned to bang chicks and build a harem, big talk.
But honestly, as a total noob with zero experience touching these...
Throughout my internship, I'd only ogled them. Now I could actually touch....!
My hand drew near and gently made contact.
"Ah...."
I could see Ga-eun flinch and shrink back.
Her expression didn't look pleased at all.
"Godfather seemed like he wanted to... touch my breasts.... You've done such a good deed, so just this once.... Exactly once, okay?"
She squeezed her eyes shut tight.
Just when I thought she'd suddenly let me grope her like some total slut, nope—not even close.
What was it? Like she really didn't want to, but had no choice, so she'd grit her teeth and let me have one feel.
That said, no way was I backing off.
Squish.
"Eek...."
"You okay?"
"Ah.... Y-yeah. I'm f-fine...."
Her voice said otherwise. Eyes still shut tight.
Made sense. Getting groped by a guy like me couldn't be fun.
Ugly, fat, old.
I had every trait women hated.
And yet Ga-eun was offering up her tits. A true angel.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [This target cannot be duplicated.] Why pop up now? Obviously couldn't duplicate Ga-eun's tits.
...I mean, I wouldn't want to anyway!
I groped with one hand, then brought both into play.
"Eep...."
Stroke, stroke.
Traced the shape over her bra. Firm, slightly thrusting forward. The bra holding them up?
Tension? There was even a hint of moisture between them.
Squeeze.
"Hngh....!"
One good knead, and Ga-eun reacted intensely.
"Eep.... S-sorry. This is my first time, so...."
"Your first, huh."
"Y-yeah...."
Sudden virgin confession.
Even better. Me too.
I savored the newbie thrill, kneading away.
Squish. Squish. Squish.
Wow.... Ga-eun's tits are insane....
And she's lived this pure life with these weapons of mass destruction?
Unforgivable. Totally unforgivable.
"Eep.... I-is this... enough now?"
"A bit more."
No way ending it early.
I'd lost three years of life! Total bullshit, sure.
But three years' worth of tits meant... three years of groping, right?
"Ga-eun."
"Y-yes....?!"
She endured my assault silently, answering anyway.
"Can I take it off? This."
I lightly flicked her bra strap.
"Ah...."
"Wanna feel them raw."
"Ah...... No."
She suddenly covered her chest with her arms.
"Why? This is all you can offer?"
"W-well...."
"I sacrificed three years to save the kids, made bread you could share with others if needed.... And this is my reward?"
"N-no, that's not it! I am grateful to you, Godfather. Really...."
"If you're grateful, take it off."
"Agh.... But...."
Why? Her face was beet red.
That embarrassed to bare them?
...Yeah, probably. Convenience store. Flashing her tits to an intern out of nowhere. And a virgin, too.
But Gong Ga-eun's reason was unexpected.
"Th-that's.... Actually, I sweated a bit moving around earlier."
"Sweat?"
"Agh.... Y-yeah, so it's kinda.... dirty.... Sorry.... I'd do it if I could."
No wonder the cleavage felt damp.
So, to sum up—not because she hated me or that was the limit.
Just sweat-soaked bra, didn't wanna show it.
Right?
Such a filthy, boner-inducing reason...!
"In this situation.... Hard to find stuff to wash with, huh....?"
True, now that I thought about it.
No hygiene stuff in essentials.
Everyone ignored it in the apocalypse anyway.
Water was scarce to begin with.
But eventually we'd need it. A few days without washing, and the stench starts.
Hygiene aside, run into a 'Sniffer' monster and you're done. They track by scent alone. Love human sweat especially. Weird tastes.
Protagonist escaped using another monster's pheromones, but I can't.
Plus.
Banging chicks later.... With greasy hair and BO? Kinda kills the vibe, right?
Some are into it, sure.... Not my kink. Even smell fetishists puke at a month's worth.
Store only had basic toiletries. Fine for basics, but not varied scents or girly stuff. Mostly emergency or travel size.
Ga-eun probably wanted Olive Young-level stuff.
Might be smart to raid one and duplicate. Useful later.
Not survival essential, but quality-of-life must-have.
Not now, but if chance comes—there's one nearby.
"Kongju! What're you doing~? Not done yet?"
"Eek!"
Kim Soyoung's approach made Ga-eun scramble to dress.
"...What're you two up to? Nothing weird, right?"
"N-no. Soyoung, I'm fine...."
"...? Face is super red. Sweating too. You sick?"
"F-fine! Just a bit tired...."
Ga-eun's awkward smile. Terrible actress.
I'd cover.
"You give the kids snacks yet?"
Asked her, and her face soured instantly.
Looked disgusted even talking to me.
"Ugh.... Not yet. Can't decide who's going."
"Isn't Teacher Do A-yoon going?"
"She can't carry it all alone...! So much stuff. Can't leave here empty either."
Glanced over: Bread, milk, short-shelf-lives all bagged in volume bags.
Gonna trash what they can't eat anyway.
Duplicate on the way—perfect.
Three 50L bags.
Too heavy for one woman, especially with chaos outside.
No one's risking it to return to the daycare.
"I'll go."
"Huh?"
Kim Soyoung's eyes widened at me.
"For real?"
"Why lie? Gotta check it out myself anyway."
"Check what."
"She might be lying. Teacher Do."
"Ah...."
Get it now, dummy.
Like my lifespan bullshit.
42 kids could be fake.
Might be scamming food by lying through her teeth.
Selling out kids for handouts works across eras—even apocalypses.
"Well.... If you're going, great for us!"
I grabbed the bags of bread and food with Teacher Do A-yoon, and we left the store.
"Th-thank you.... E-everyone helping...! I won't forget this kindness!"
Do A-yoon bowed deeply one last time, then cautiously walked the building hallway with me.
"Th-thank you too, Godfather.... Carrying this for me...."
She thanked me, but still seemed uneasy.
Keeping distance too.
I was used to this treatment, so whatever.
"Helping kids is always good."
"R-right? I... I love working for the kids too."
Kids topic, and her tone perked up.
"Started at the daycare 'cause I love kids...."
"You like kids, huh?"
"...Yeah. Haven't been at it long, but.... Seeing those cute faces makes me glad I chose this. Even with today's mess... I'd do anything for them."
Don't say 'anything' lightly.
That's a flag.
Keep chatting.
"I like kids too."
"...Ah."
My words made Do A-yoon flinch, pausing briefly.
"Um... but...."
She eyed me cautiously.
"S-sorry to ask, but.... Are you on bad terms with those folks back at the store...?"
"Can't say we're buddies."
"I see. They did say.... To watch out for you, Godfather."
"Me?"
"That you'd want our bodies in exchange for the bread...."
Facts.
Explains the distance, uneasy look.
"Y-you're not like that, right? Godfather. Honestly, first glance you seemed scary, maybe it was true.... But you sacrificed lifespan for kids' snacks. What I've seen.... You're not bad.... Right...?"
"Who knows."
"Kids like you, so you must be good. Definitely. ...Right?"
Still keeping distance while talking.
Not zero guard after all.
Those women's gaslighting?
"What'd they say?"
"Ah.... Yeah...."
"Spill."
"Said Godfather might.... Do bad things to the kids.... Looks-wise, maybe a pedo.... Something like that...."
...Me?
"S-so some said don't go alone with you.... Dangerous...."
"........."
Brow furrowed.
These fucking bitches.
No matter how ugly and gross I was.
Treating me like a pedo...?
And not just any—daycare kids?
Sure, I threatened for titty grabs, but I'm not evil enough to blackmail kids for exploitation.
I'd stomach other insults, but not this. They saw me that way?
"I-if you really are a p-pedophile.... Um...!"
Do A-yoon blocked my path, bowing deeply. Her tits jiggled again.
"I-instead of the kids...! M-my body... Could you settle for that...?"
Pedo...? Tempting offer....