I'll Let You Touch My Breasts, So – The Next Morning
I barely lifted my heavy eyelids the next morning. Every joint in my body felt like it was screaming in agony.
My lower half burned like it had been set on fire, wrapped in a heavy muscle ache that gripped my entire waist.
"Ugh…."
As I groaned and shifted, I felt the empty bedsheet beneath me.
I stared blankly at the ceiling, desperately piecing together the memories of last night.
It hadn't been a dream.
The failed confession in the park. The 'Eunha' I'd met in my studio apartment.
And… I'd cum at least five times, probably more.
The last one had whited out my vision and knocked me out cold.
Bubble bubble.Clack clack clack.
A delicious smell wafted in from somewhere, accompanied by the familiar sounds of the kitchen.
Gripping my stiff waist, I dragged myself out of bed on all fours.
In the narrow kitchen of my tiny studio apartment stood Eunha's back—wearing my baggy shirt haphazardly, humming a tune as she stood at the gas stove.
Eunha making breakfast in the sunlit kitchen.
The ultimate fantasy I'd only ever imagined was unfolding right before my eyes in reality.
"Oh, you're awake?"
Sensing my presence, she turned with a bright smile. Her bobbed hair swayed, and her smooth, pale thighs were fully exposed beneath the oversized shirt.
"You passed out cold last night, and now your face looks all pale."
At her teasing tone, I awkwardly averted my gaze.
Eunha deftly set the stew on the table and arranged the side dishes.
"Come eat quick. This is your favorite tuna kimchi stew, right? I made the egg rolls nice and thick too. Luckily, there were ingredients."
"Uh… yeah. Thanks."
We sat across from each other at the table, and I picked up my spoon.
The spicy-sweet aroma of the kimchi stew. One bite, and it was exactly my favorite taste.
…She's really my wife.
Watching her prop her chin on her hand, gazing at me with a smile, it hit me anew.
The woman in front of me, who had cooked stew just for me and looked at me with eyes full of love as if watching me eat filled her own belly—this was undeniably my loving 'wife'.
"Tasty?"
"Yeah. Really good. Way better than store-bought."
"Of course. I worked my butt off at cooking classes to match my picky husband's tastes."
Eunha beamed at my praise and pushed some egg roll onto my rice bowl without touching half her own serving.
"Eat up. You burned so much energy last night—you need to replenish. I'll take good care of you this morning, so don't worry and dig in."
"Cough…."
Somehow finishing breakfast, I gathered the empty dishes and stood to head to the sink.
"You sit and rest. You made the food; I'll do the dishes."
"Huh? No, I'll do it."
"It's fine. You… came from the future, so you must be tired. You don't have to do mornings from now on. I'll handle whatever we need, so just relax."
I'd said it without much thought.
…Well, it was just common sense.
But how flustered must she feel, even if it seemed natural to me?
She came from the future… I'm the only one who knows her, the only one she can rely on.
And then, I felt footsteps approaching from behind.
Whoosh.
Eunha's soft arms wrapped around my waist from behind.
I felt her full breasts pressing against my back.
"H-Hey, Eunha…?"
"Baby."
Her hands began gently stroking my abs.
Her sweet, languid breath tickled my ear.
"Are you… seducing me right now?"
"S-Seduce? What do you mean?"
I tried to turn around in panic, but she hugged me tighter, refusing to let go.
"You made breakfast, and now you're saying you'll do the dishes too? So what am I supposed to do all day at home? Just laze around getting pampered by my husband?"
"No, that's not—"
"Sigh… Baby, you really have so many issues. No wonder I suffered for five years."
She buried her face in my back and let out a small laugh.
Her laughter sounded so pleasant that I found myself chuckling too.
Time passed, and I was lounging slanted on my old sofa.
Eunha lay with her head on my thigh as if it were natural, blinking up at me.
The TV droned with background noise.
"So… you're going to meet 'me' later?"
Eunha asked abruptly while fiddling with my thigh. I let out a small sigh and nodded.
"Yeah. Figured I'd talk to her first. Start over as friends, I guess."
"Think it through, baby."
She twisted to face me more directly, her eyes serious.
"'Me'—I mean, twenty-year-old Eunha—looks like an ice princess on the outside with sky-high pride… but deep down, she's a total scaredy-cat. Especially about you. She's ridiculously defensive and avoidant."
"…."
"If you casually say let's just be friends again… she'll back off even more. She'll get scared and run."
Her words stabbed deep.
Having watched her for ten years, I knew that avoidant side all too well.
"So, what should I do?"
"I told you. If you want to win her over, you have to take complete control."
Eunha lightly tapped my cheek with her finger and smiled.
"Be forceful. Give orders, demand exactly what you want. Twenty-year-old 'me'… if you push hard like that, she won't be able to resist. She'll go along with whatever you say. And deep down, she'll love it."
Her advice was beyond bold—it was almost violent.
But since it was coming from her herself, I couldn't deny it was the surefire way to conquer Eunha.
With mixed feelings, I rubbed my dry face and awkwardly thanked her.
"Uh… thanks. For the advice. I'll… go smooth things over first."
I pulled out my smartphone right away and texted Eunha.
The reply came in under five minutes.
Around lunchtime, I stood in front of the familiar door to Eunha's studio apartment.
Before I could even ring the bell, the door swung open.
There stood Eunha, her pale face bare of makeup, fidgeting anxiously with her hands.
"D-Do… Dojin… you came?"
She was completely cowed, peeking at my expression with downcast eyes.
Like an abandoned puppy in the rain.
…She's so cute.
I must be crazy too. To find her cute even in this serious situation.
I was just as bad. Really.
I hardened my expression, cleared my throat lightly, and stepped inside.
"Eunha."
"Y-Yeah…."
"Yesterday… you kept saying you wanted to stay friends, right?"
Her shoulders flinched hard at my question.
She looked up at me with huge eyes that seemed ready to spill tears.
"Yeah. I… I can't be without you…."
Hearing her choked voice made a sharp pain twist in my chest.
No matter what 'Eunha' had advised about being forceful, I just couldn't do it.
How could I ever give her orders like that?
"Dojin. What… what should I do?"
"Huh? Do what?"
"Don't abandon me. I'll do anything, so please…."
The misunderstanding had piled up thick.
Of course, getting rejected yesterday had hurt like hell. For real.
Honestly, I'd even thought she'd been playing with me since middle school.
Like one of those 'fish ponds' people talk about.
But… I could understand her too.
I knew the fear of confessing from experience, and her defenses made sense.
"No way I'd abandon you. I'm not mad. Just… my heart's a bit messed up, that's all."
"No. I feel like I have to do something."
"…?"
Before I knew it, I'd backed up against the wall.
And Eunha was approaching me, head raised.
"E-Eunha? Hold on… let's calm down first."
"I'll do anything…."
What the hell was this development? I'd never seen it coming.
Eunha swallowed hard, then grabbed my cheeks with her trembling hands.
"H-How about… our first kiss, for starters?"
"What? Hey, what's wrong with you!"
"I… I told you before, right? I'm an extreme premarital purity freak. If we kiss… you have to marry me, Dojin."
Bringing up that childish middle school talk here?
"Eunha? Calm down and listen to me…."
"If we kiss here, I'll… you'll force me into marriage even though I don't like you as a man. Like, I'll resist to protect my purity, but you'll ignore me and pounce like a beast…."
"W-Wait! Calm down! What the hell are you imagining!"
As I desperately tried to calm her… I caught a glimpse of strange disappointment in her eyes.
No way… It had to be my imagination. No way.
"I-I could even show you my breasts…."
"Eunha! Calm down! I'm fine! I'm not hurt!"
No matter how frantically I waved my hands to stop her….
Eunha lifted the hem of her baggy t-shirt with a resolute expression.
"I… I know you keep sneaking peeks at my chest, Dojin. They're big… You can touch them all you want, so don't abandon me. Got it…?"
No, please, just calm down! I really wasn't hurt!