22. My Buff is a Drug
22. My Buff is a Drug
First, I needed to calm down and take a deep breath.
"Hoooh... puh-hoo."
This was definitely a bodily sensation caused by Eun-ha.
It was clear that a pretty girl in her prime carried a magic spell that drove men crazy.
And against that magic, my adolescent body was naturally sending blood rushing down below.
Ah, well, if it was actual magic, then I had no choice.
I could fully take the circumstances of the one who got hard without permission into account.
"S-sorry. Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?"
Thinking Hye-yong couldn't breathe, Hee-yeon, who had been sitting on top of him, quickly pulled her chest away.
'No, you could've stayed like that for another ten minutes or so.'
It was disappointing in many ways.
The fact that he'd been shoved over was already gone from his mind.
"Looks like you're not hurt."
"That's a relief."
Squeak!
Saying she was relieved, Hee-yeon got up and closed the door to Hye-yong's room.
Wait.
Why was she the one closing it?
Click.
No, why was she locking it?
In that instant, Hye-yong felt a chill.
He decided he'd better make a buff so he could resist with strength if things went south.
Hee-yeon crouched down in front of Hye-yong, who was sitting dazed by the entrance, meeting his eye level.
"You know,"
"Hm?"
"Even if you say you don't know me... I know you..."
O-oh.
That was a little scary.
He did briefly consider just saying he'd been playing a prank all along, but Na Hee-yeon didn't look like she'd take revenge, and his heart was pounding for some reason, so he decided to stay still.
"You did that to me."
Na Hee-yeon inched a little closer.
Her knees were now level with Hye-yong's ass.
Pressured by the intensity of her approaching face and chest, Hye-yong scrambled backward while still seated.
As if that was exactly what she wanted, Na Hee-yeon kept her eyes locked on his and pressed forward.
Before he knew it, the two of them had moved out of the entryway and were now completely inside the room.
As if she'd been waiting for this moment, Hee-yeon immediately pressed Hye-yong's chest down, laid him flat on the floor, and layered her body over his.
Not close enough to stick, but her dangling hair was at a distance where it nearly brushed the floor beside his face.
As if caging him in so he couldn't escape, both of her arms planted down on either side of his head.
"You like big tits, right?"
That was an absolutely undeniable fact.
"When you looked at me, you thought I looked hot, right?"
That too was also true.
To Hye-yong, Hee-yeon was a woman with a cute and hot face and big, natural tits—perfectly sexually attractive.
"You told me you liked me because my udders were big and I looked hot. I did think it was crass... but honestly, I was happier that I could believe it without any doubt."
Gulp!
Hye-yong unconsciously swallowed.
"No matter what my ability is. No matter what my inner self is like. No matter what my past is. No matter what my family situation is. You didn't give a damn about any of that, and just by existing alone, you told me I had 'value,' didn't you?"
She smiled as if that was enough.
"More sincerely than anyone else."
Hye-yong had indeed spoken with that meaning.
'Just by breathing and being alive, you have value to keep living.'
He'd meant to convey that feeling, but because he didn't filter his brain, crass words had just burst out.
And because of that, it seemed the direction of the feeling conveyed had gotten a little twisted.
Twisted toward his lower half saying "She's fucking stacked!" while his brain said "What the hell is this?"
Hye-yong felt a bit pressured by Hee-yeon, who was staring at him with an intensity that could bore holes through his eyes, but for some reason he couldn't look away.
"Yeah, you don't need to know. As long as I know, that's all that matters."
This was kind of terrifying.
"Tell me, Hye-yong. What happened between you and me. Even if you don't remember anything."
The atmosphere was...
"To you, I'm still a woman with big udders who looks hot, right?"
Hye-yong was completely overwhelmed by Hee-yeon's intensity.
He didn't know Hee-yeon well, but he had a gut feeling that this wasn't how her personality originally was.
Someone had once said.
Scars on the heart don't heal.
You just force them shut with stitches and glue and live that way.
Once you're hurt, they say the original shape of your heart never returns.
So a person who's suffered many wounds to the heart can't help but be desperate and frantic in the way they hold their heart together by force.
Because just a little stimulation could send it all crumbling down.
Maybe the behavior Na Hee-yeon was showing right now was exactly that.
That Virus had clearly been attacking in a way that destroyed people's hearts.
He didn't know how long she'd been subjected to it, but it had changed the shape of Hee-yeon's heart far too much.
Hearing such crass words and not getting angry, even spouting them herself in order to remain a useful existence to someone.
Wasn't that the final defense mechanism of Hee-yeon's deformed heart to keep from falling apart?
If that was the case, this extreme behavior became somewhat understandable.
'Looks like I picked the wrong person to mess with.'
Hye-yong reflected and resolved to think a bit more before acting in the future.
Of course, since he'd lived his whole life acting so impulsively, he had no idea if that resolution would actually stick.
"Hee-yeon, actually..."
"Answer me."
Na Hee-yeon cut Hye-yong's words off sharply.
It was an attitude that said she wouldn't listen to anything except the answer she wanted.
Feeling like nothing he said right now would matter anyway, he decided to give her the answer she wanted.
"...Yeah. You're attractive."
Just from that answer alone, Hee-yeon's face brightened in an instant.
Normally, this was bizarre.
When had Hye-yong given a compliment? Had he said anything nice?
If he'd said something like that to any other woman, he'd have gotten slapped on the spot and had no room to complain, but Hee-yeon looked genuinely delighted to hear it.
Watching that, Hye-yong felt something dark and insidious inside him prickling at his heart.
A feeling like some unclean energy flowing out from his emotions was racing through his blood all over his body, brewing a drug, and sending it to his heart to deliver a thrilling shudder.
He knew she was a person with wounds on her heart.
He also knew he shouldn't toy with the heart of someone like that.
But Hye-yong's true feelings were telling him he wanted to make the Na Hee-yeon in front of him even more desperate and begging toward him.
'So this is that feeling of moral perversion... This is crazy.'
An emotion he would never have felt if he hadn't been dragged into this world and had kept living back there!
For most men, their first experience was a memory ranked as the moment they'd most anticipated and had their heart race for in their entire lives.
But right now, in this moment.
A sense of anticipation and heart-thumping that couldn't even compare to the first night he'd spent with his first love, his senior, was dominating Hye-yong.
"If that's the case... you can do whatever you want with me."
Hee-yeon said it with her face flushed, avoiding his eyes.
"?"
As Hye-yong sat there dazed and still, she said it one more time.
"You can... use me to your satisfaction."
Use... she'd said.
As a valuable... object?
'Na Hee-yeon...!'
Hearing that, the thought of making Hee-yeon desperate went out the window—right now, he himself felt so desperate he couldn't hold back.
Awkwardly, Hye-yong reached out his right arm and placed his hand on the chest that flaunted its overwhelming presence even beneath her uniform.
"Ah..."
Na Hee-yeon let out a soft moan but didn't resist at all.
He could feel the stiff texture of the uniform, yet it was also plush and soft, so when he applied force his fingers sank in slightly.
Hye-yong went ahead and grabbed Hee-yeon's chest with both hands.
'Whoa... the intensity is insane. Seeing it and touching it are insanely different.'
Truly, he could only marvel.
The senior who had been Hye-yong's first love didn't have a chest that big.
She'd said she was a full B-cup herself.
The phrase 'full' almost always meant smaller than what you were imagining.
Back then, he'd thought there wasn't much to grab compared to what he saw, but this time it was the opposite.
Marveling at the abundance, he kept touching it, and Hee-yeon lifted her right arm from the floor and brought it to the buttons of her uniform top.
Then, as if trying hard not to interfere with Hye-yong's hands on her chest, she carefully unbuttoned it.
Wanting to see inside even a little faster, Hye-yong lowered his touching hands.
As if that was a signal, Na Hee-yeon sat up, undid the buttons with both hands, and tossed her top aside.
She took off the vest-like garment she wore inside the top, and then her dress shirt as well.
Slowly, as if she was going to show him every single step of the process.
And the white tank top and beige bra that looked like it was just barely managing what it held inside were enough to push a man's desire to its absolute limit.
"Hee-yeon... just take off your bra like that."
As if the more demands he made, the better she actually felt, Hee-yeon gladly unhooked her bra, pulled it out from under the tank top, and tossed it aside carelessly.
Groping big tits to his heart's content over a tank top.
That was one of the fetishes Hye-yong had especially favored ever since he was a high school student.
One that had never been satisfied, of course.
But now, it was about to be satisfied in an absolutely fucking perfect scenario.
Squish!
Hye-yong's hands cupped both of Hee-yeon's breasts.
'Ohhhh, shit.'
Hye-yong was the type of person who thought that, in Korean, "shee-bal" wasn't actually a curse but practically an interjection.
"Ssibal" was a swear, but "shee-bal" was an exclamation.
It was the appropriate word for expressing extremely intense admiration.
The texture he'd just felt on his palms was more than enough to warrant a "shee-bal."
The warmth that surged straight through the surface of the thin, soft tank top.
The fact that there was only one flimsy piece of fabric between his hands and her breasts made him especially excited.
It couldn't even compare to when he'd touched her over the uniform.
When he squeezed just a little hard, his fingers were completely buried in that embracing softness, and the dizzying sensation it gave him brought Hye-yong to the point where he was practically feeling a mother's love he'd never experienced.
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And watching Na Hee-yeon's face as she grew embarrassed all the while...
'I'm seriously glad I was born.'
In this moment, at least, he was grateful to the parents who brought him into the world.
Sliiiide.
Slide.
'Ah... this is dangerous. Just looking at her face while touching her is about to make me come.'
He wasn't some monkey in heat, and he wanted to avoid that at all costs, but every time he applied a little more pressure, the sight of Hee-yeon's face shifting in subtle, indescribable ways made it impossible to stop his hands.
"It doesn't... hurt?"
"It's fine. As much as you want. Do whatever you feel like."
He worried that maybe he was hurting her by continuing to touch her chest, but even as he groped and kneaded as he pleased, Hee-yeon didn't say a single word to slow down or ease up. She simply accepted Hye-yong's touch.
Hye-yong's first love, his senior, had hated it whenever he fondled her chest—maybe because she lacked confidence in her size.
'If I used even a little strength, she said it hurt. If I touched lightly, she said it tickled. She was incredibly finicky.'
In hindsight, it made perfect sense.
From that senior's perspective, she'd only been using Hye-yong as something akin to a living dildo.
Of course she'd feel reluctant when he started touching places she didn't particularly enjoy.
It must have been completely different when she was with someone she actually liked.
'If that's how it was, why the hell did she even accept my confession?'
Hye-yong erased the bitter memories of his first love from his mind.
Right now, those memories only served to make this moment even happier by comparison with the girl in front of him.
No need to dig any deeper.
Once his mind was clear, Hee-yeon's lips were the first thing to catch his eye.
'Her lips... look really pretty.'
A surge of desire welled up in Hye-yong—he wanted to kiss Hee-yeon.
There was no reason to hesitate now.
If the urge struck, he just had to do it.
Like playing an adult game back in the real world.
"I want to kiss you."
"Okay..."
Hee-yeon pressed her body fully against his as she lowered her face.
She hesitated for just a moment, then closed her eyes and brought her lips to Hye-yong's.
'Whoa...'
The sensation of lips meeting lips.
In itself, he didn't feel much.
But as Na Hee-yeon drew close right in front of him, the faint scent of her skin that began drifting into him drove Hye-yong utterly insane.
Kissing his first-love senior had always come with a heavy smell of cosmetics.
Back then he'd thought even that was wonderful, but now it couldn't even compare.
Na Hee-yeon wore no makeup whatsoever.
And yet her skin was flawless, fair, and lovely.
And on top of that, she smelled this good.
It wasn't even a contest.
Sniff sniff!
'How the hell does a living person smell like this?'
Maybe she'd put on a light lotion before coming out.
But Hye-yong was certain.
This wasn't the kind of scent that came from chemicals.
A smell that made not just his lower half but every peripheral nerve stand on end—a scent that brought a man's sexual desire to a rolling boil!
This had to be nothing other than Na Hee-yeon's natural body scent.
'I always thought the whole "fragrant body scent" thing was a lie...'
It wasn't at all like the purely fruity scent described in novels.
It was just... something.
You couldn't know until you experienced it.
A scent that made you want to bury your face in it and keep breathing it in.
Whether it was because Na Hee-yeon was an Awakened or because she was a character in this game world, he didn't know—but it was nothing short of dizzying and intoxicating.
But Hye-yong didn't stop at that intoxication; he kept claiming Hee-yeon's lips.
After a few gentle presses and rubs of their lips together, he fully sealed his mouth over hers and, driven by desire, slipped his tongue inside.
The first thing he felt on the tip of his tongue was teeth.
When his tongue licked past her teeth, Hee-yeon seemed a little startled and opened her mouth slightly wider.
As if breaching a fortress gate, he pushed further inside and sought out Hee-yeon's tongue.
Soon, she entangled her tongue with his in return, and what people commonly call an adult's kiss began.
"Mm, hmm, haah... oohmm. Smack..."
The wet, sticky sensation of sucking each other's saliva through their tongues and being sucked in return repeated, and inside his head it felt like waves were crashing.
Through it all, his hands never stopped kneading her chest.
'Fuck. Seriously. If I keep this up, I'm actually gonna come just like this.'
It wasn't just the physical stimulation that was making Hye-yong feel so good.
The person he was kissing and sucking on.
Everything they'd gone through to get to this point.
Thinking about all of it made the arousal surge until it was nearly unbearable.
Left with lingering regret, he had no choice but to detach his lips and still his hands.
Now, the only desire left in his mind was to thrust deep inside Hee-yeon, to hold her voluptuous body tight exactly as he pleased, and to release.
"Should we... head to the bed?"
"Sure... but just know this..."
Na Hee-yeon whispered to Hye-yong with hazy eyes, panting softly.
"Just because you said I'm attractive doesn't mean I do this sort of thing with just anyone... This is my first time doing anything like this. It's because it's you that I'm accepting all of it. It's because I thought you were reliable—the one who got hurt and bled for me, the one who fought a monster while suffering through trauma... That's why I'm doing this..."
Then she smiled faintly.
"Even if I say this, you're probably going to say you don't get it."
In that fleeting instant, Hye-yong replayed Hee-yeon's words over and over in his mind.
—I don't do this sort of thing with just anyone.
Ba-dump!
—This is my first time doing anything like this.
Ba-dump!
—It's because it's you.
Ba-dump!
—Because I thought you were reliable.
Ba-dump!
'Oh... oh man...'
His heart was racing like crazy.
A virgin!
He'd just gotten confirmation.
He'd been hoping all along, but he'd also told himself it couldn't be helped if she wasn't—and now he had his answer.
Hye-yong shed serious, heartfelt tears in his chest as he regretted the mistakes of his past.
'Should've never done anything with my first love, or anyone.'
If this had been his actual first experience, it would've been an unbelievably blissful memory.
But even though it wasn't his first time, it was still blissful all the same.
He was Hee-yeon's first man, and she'd said she didn't do this kind of thing with just anyone—she was doing it because it was him.
It was no exaggeration to say that this situation satisfied nearly all of Hye-yong's sexual fantasies.
Because of the trauma from his first-love senior, his fixation on "a virgin" and "a woman who only has eyes for him" had been pushed to the extreme.
To Hye-yong, what Hee-yeon had just said was a drug more potent than any aphrodisiac.
Naturally, his reason completely spun out of control.
It was safe to say that this moment was, without a doubt, firmly seated as the number-one happiest moment in Hye-yong's life.
'Forget the bed, I can't hold back. Let's just do it right here!'
Right as he thought that and placed his hands on Hee-yeon's ass—
Knock knock knock!
"Hye-yong!"
Flinch!
Hye-yong and Hee-yeon both jolted in shock almost simultaneously.
"H-ha-ha-Ha-yoon?"
"Yeah! Can you open the door?"
Hye-yong instantly realized he'd just made a catastrophic mistake.
They should've just both shut their mouths and pretended no one was home!
Hye-yong frantically pointed at their clothes and mouthed silently.
( Clothes, clothes, clothes. )
( Get dressed, clothes! )
Hee-yeon hurriedly picked up the clothes she'd cast aside and put them on.
Knock knock!
"Hye-yong?"
"Uh-uh! Just a second!"
Hee-yeon's hands moved even faster, pulling on her clothes.
When it looked like she was mostly dressed, he mouthed the question.
( Are you done? )
( All done. Open the door. )
He nodded once and opened the door.
Standing in front of it was Seo Ha-yoon, smiling brightly—looking particularly cheerful today—holding a plate like a waitress.
"I baked pancakes, and they turned out so crazy good. I wanted to bring them to you while they were still warm!"
"Uh... uh-huh. I see."
"Huh? Hee-yeon?"
Ha-yoon spotted Na Hee-yeon behind him and spoke.
"Why is Hee-yeon here?"
"Huh? Y-yeah. Since we're forming a party together now. She came by to personally say she's looking forward to working with me."
For a lie thought up in such a short time, it was an impressively decent excuse.
"Ah-ha, I see."
Someone suspicious might have grilled him on how she'd known which room was his, but true to her innocent and warmhearted nature, Seo Ha-yoon didn't even think to doubt it and accepted the explanation right away.
"This works out great! I was just on my way to hand these out to everyone. We can go together, right?"
At those words, Hye-yong felt like he'd just been struck by lightning out of a clear blue sky.
No, hold on, Ha-yoon!
You can't do that!
No matter what, you can't!
If you go, at least leave Hee-yeon here!
But those words couldn't make it out of Hye-yong's mouth.
"Here. Take your plate. Gotta eat before it gets cold."
"Thanks..."
"Hee-yeon, did you finish saying hi to Hye-yong?"
"Uh, yeah..."
"Then let's head out right away. The other kids' pancakes are gonna get cold."
Hye-yong had no choice but to stand there, holding his plate of pancakes, staring vacantly at Hee-yeon's retreating figure like a meerkat that had just had its food stolen.
As Na Hee-yeon walked, she glanced back briefly, showed an expression that seemed to chuckle at how ridiculous the situation was, then turned away again.
Hye-yong stood in the hallway, watching until both of their figures disappeared completely. Then, like a man whose soul had left his body, he shut the door and leaned against it.
After standing there blankly for a long while, he picked up the fork on the plate and put a piece of syrup-drenched pancake into his mouth.
"Goddamn, this is fucking delicious... What is she, a pancake prodigy...?"
Never in his life had Hye-yong imagined there'd come a day when he'd resent that sweet, kind Seo Ha-yoon.
Only the beige brassiere that Na Hee-yeon hadn't managed to grab in her rush proved that what had happened earlier wasn't just a midsummer night's dream.