Breast Equipment

He hung up without a shred of hesitation.

And immediately regretted it.

What if he actually shows up? Should I get out of here right now?

Unable to tell whether the convenience store owner had meant it or was just trying to scare him, he decided to start crafting equipment first. Time was too precious to waste. This place had never really been a home anyway—just a goshiwon—and he'd always been living with nothing to his name. He could look for another goshiwon, or drift from sauna to sauna while searching for a spot her eyes would never find.

Living as a nomad so she couldn't pin down his location, making money along the way—that might not be so bad. The money from selling equipment was turning out to be more substantial than he'd expected.

"Haa."

All he'd wanted was to skip a single day of part-time work. Things had blown way out of proportion. Laying out his own plans piece by piece, he compared himself to her—already moving, already executing—and felt a little pathetic.

The actual cash sitting in his bank account: two million won.

It was depressing that everything he'd saved amounted to just two million, but from here on out, all that was left was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to make more.

Right. When I leave, if I just grab the goblin claws and the lowest-grade mana stones I stashed last time, I can make all the money I want.

Thinking that made him feel a little better.

Even in the middle of all this, she was still sharing her plans with her family.

She was already finding people to go with her, huh.

He steeled himself, then settled into place on the bed. In one hand he set a carton of milk; in the other, a low-grade mana stone.

The instant he silently shouted the equipment name, light bloomed and the materials melted away. Thankfully only the milk vanished—the carton stayed behind.

The light when the materials disappeared looked a little extra, didn't it? Please. Please let it be Rare!

He watched the equipment's shape gradually take form in his inventory, praying with everything he had. Amazingly, this piece too looked like it would take about ten minutes to finish. If even this one was a ten-minute craft, it was probably safe to assume most of them took ten minutes.

He made up his mind: finish it in ten minutes, apply it to her, throw his things together, and get out of here. The convenience store owner's personality being what it was, the fear that he might actually come looking was real.

While it was being crafted, she was on a call with someone, talking away with impressive energy.

So she'd found a healer too. He was starting to worry that all his information would be exposed overnight.

He'd never imagined she'd move this fast.

The guy had probably been watching for a chance to make a move on a pretty girl like her. But he apparently didn't know she had a boyfriend—or that the virginity protection was in effect. He might not have known about the protection, but he should have been able to find out whether she had a boyfriend.

Minwoo didn't know the details, but it wasn't good news for him.

Please be Rare. Please be Rare.

He needed to hinder her even a little more. He waited for the equipment to finish, praying in earnest.

"Nnngh."

Ten minutes later, a considerable rush of pleasure washed over him. This was definitely the sensation that came with crafting Rare equipment.

It hit!

He checked the completed equipment in his inventory.

He couldn't even picture an L-cup, and it had come out as a P-cup. Depending on who was looking, they might find them so enormous they were grotesque and turn away.

Of course, for him, it was an enormous stroke of luck.

"Nice. I'll equip it before I leave."

He registered the equipment to her body immediately.

The equipment began reflecting on her model at once.

"Still, it's a relief. She's going into the Tower with a well-known healer..."

"That's what I'm saying. Mom, Dad, you worry too much. In the last few years, not a single hunter has died going in alone below the 20th floor..."

She was the one in trouble, and yet she was the one soothing her parents. Watching their daughter calmly laying out her plans and telling them everything, it almost looked like the situation would be resolved any moment—so her parents were starting to feel a little more at ease.

That was when she let out a strange moan and sank to the floor.

"Nngh-hick!"

"Jia!"

"Oh my god! Jia!"

While she'd been talking just fine, the area around her chest began to swell as she curled in on herself, billowing and puffing outward.

"Ghk! Hick! Mom! Get my bra off! Hurry! Ah! It hurts!"

It wasn't the transformation of her breasts that hurt—it was her swelling chest straining painfully inside the still-fastened bra, stretching taut. She frantically yanked her top up and groped along her back, and her parents, who'd rushed to her side, fumbled in a panic and unhooked the clasp.

"Hahh. Hahh."

She barely managed to exhale, collapsing face-down in a crumpled heap, forehead pressed to the floor. And her parents, standing beside her, could see those enormous breasts.

"This is... what in the... how cruel..."

"Our daughter. What are we going to do..."

Her parents, struck speechless by the shocking transformation, and Jia, who'd roughly pieced together what had happened and remained face-down in despair. An uncomfortable silence hung among the three of them.

The situation was more serious than they'd thought. As parents, their minds were racing—what comfort to offer their daughter, what exactly was happening, how to get through this crisis—until they couldn't get a single word out. Her father, in particular, who'd never even properly confirmed the pubic hair situation, stood there looking the most shocked of all.

Barely holding herself together, she hurriedly opened her equipment window. And when she checked the equipment names, there was one more piece listed below the pubic hair.

Originally, she'd been a full A-cup.

"Another piece of equipment just got equipped, and that's what changed me. Mom. Dad. If I unequip it, I'll go back to normal, so don't worry too much—we need to climb the Tower fast. We have to find information on that bastard before even weirder equipment gets put on me. That'll take care of it. At least this isn't a disease, so there's a solution. We have to hurry."

She said they had to hurry, but the terrifyingly heavy sensation in her chest kept her from daring to push herself up. She remained frozen in that face-down heap. And to her shock, she could feel her drooping breasts touching the floor from that position.

The nipple area was pressed to the ground, as if she were lying completely flat against it. She could feel it. And yet she was clearly propped up with her arms extended.

"...The breast size is supposedly a P...cup. Is that even a real size?"

Her mutter made her parents jump.

"P-cup?"

"Starting from A, B, C—can breasts even get as big as P?"

The way cup size was measured was by taking the underbust and the overbust, then calculating the difference between the two, so in theory it was a number that could exist. Seeing it in person was another matter entirely.

"...Still, this equipment grants an ability called Troll's Recovery, so I'll be able to climb the Tower even faster."

Her father chimed in.

"I think I've heard of that ability... They said as long as your head's intact, you're practically immortal. I think that's the one they called top-tier among recovery abilities?"

Once the severity of the situation and their daughter's safety were somewhat confirmed, her parents realized that helping her climb the Tower as much as possible was the only way forward. Her mother took charge of organizing things.

"There's obviously not going to be a bra in Korea that fits, so we'll wrap your chest with another long-sleeved shirt and use it as makeshift underwear. We still have to visit the guild, though. Jia. Can you move?"

She carefully tried to stand.

Sloosh.

Inside her white T-shirt, those enormous breasts heaved and rolled.