That Thickness... From Here to Here?
Despite the massive misunderstanding, the training progressed more steadily than expected. I'd reached the physical limit I could achieve with just Mukroe Byeokryeok Singong, so I needed new stimuli, and the gym equipment and training tools at Seung-ah's house provided more than enough.
It's been how long since I last felt this kind of stimulation...
After casually doing hunter work, retiring, and building up just enough strength to live off easy street for life, it had been ages since I'd cut ties with training. Now, pushing my body to the brink after all that time, it screamed in protest. But that sense of accomplishment from finally doing something productive outweighed it.
With countless memories piled up in my head but no emotions attached—like they were all painted in black—I'd been drowning in boredom. Then I reunited with my ex-wives, and the fire reignited. A mundane life free of boredom had its appeal, but this unpredictable one didn't feel so bad either. Being with them was slowly bringing back those old emotions. The colorless memories were gaining hues again.
Still, the sudden influx of emotions and their infinite love for me felt overwhelming right now, so I was just keeping a little distance. Once time passed and my feelings returned more fully—once I could face them as bonds from this life, not trapped by the past—I figured I could truly embrace them.
"That's enough!"
Seung-ah, who'd been watching from the side, called the set.
"Hoo..."
Lost in thought, I'd kept moving despite my body screaming. But the moment my focus broke, my whole body trembled uncontrollably. With her help, I set the equipment down and looked up at the ceiling—only to find Seung-ah's upper body hovering right over my face, her breasts blatantly in view. Sweat trickled down between them, soaking her tank top, her scent growing thicker.
Hold it together. Hold it.
A vigorous 17-year-old body. A mind near my actual age, unburdened by inherited emotions. Plus, the last few days had been chaos with my ex-wives, and with Seung-ah at the house, I hadn't relieved any urges once. In this state, with her—an adult by Murim standards—wearing skimpy clothes that exposed her fully developed body, wafting that sweet smell up close, it was torture.
But if I popped now, I'd be her teasing material for life. I gritted my teeth to endure—then disaster struck.
"Uh... wha...?"
With Strength 59 and S-rank physical traits, squeezing out full-body stimulation required insane high-intensity, high-rep sets. The floor nearby was drenched in my sweat. Seung-ah, helping lower the massive weight, slipped on it.
An A-rank physical awakener could've recovered mid-slip, but she was holding the equipment. Drop it and risk injuring me, or secure it and lose balance herself. She had to choose.
And sweet Seung-ah, who cherished her friend, picked the obvious one: secure the equipment and slip.
An A-rank wouldn't get hurt from a fall like that anyway. But she'd forgotten one thing—her upper body pitching forward, right toward my face.
She toppled, her sweat-glistened ample breasts smothering my face, soft sensation enveloping me. It wasn't just touch. Not the faint scent lingering on the equipment earlier, but her intensified body odor from training invaded my nose raw.
Vision blocked by her breasts, smell only her scent, touch only her softness. Should I stick out my tongue for taste too? No, that'd be irreversible.
Ah... it's up.
Too late. I'd held back with everything, but she'd crossed my limit. Restraint shattered. A barrel rose in my training pants.
"Ugh... sorry... lost my balance suddenly."
Still sprawled, she flailed for support to right herself—and found a firm pillar right by her hand.
"Eek..!"
She gripped my barrel with both hands, using it as leverage to stand.
"N-not... too heavy, right?"
That's not the issue right now, Seung-ah...
The smothering softness had felt nice, weight and all. The problem was what she'd grabbed.
Now balanced, she looked down—and realized what she held.
The moment she recognized the dragon hiding in my pants, her eyes widened in shock, face flushing red.
"W-wait... th-that... ugh...."
She fumbled for words, lost. Her first time dealing with this, so the reaction made sense. Even for me, with five lives, this was only the second.
Getting hard training with my childhood friend, her accidentally grabbing it. The first was with Liera during training.
Thinking back, Liera's move might not have been accidental...? With her awakening as a carnivore type, maybe intentional.
I'd ask later. For now, how to fix this?
"First, let go of it..."
Her subtle movements on it felt weird. Any longer, and it'd be trouble. She needed to release quick.
"O-okay..!"
She carefully let go, freeing it. Grip gone, but the bulge remained.
Silence hung, then she spoke first.
"S-so... it got that big because Yu-won got excited looking at me, right..?"
She pointed at my still-tented pants. No excuse needed, so I nodded.
"Yeah."
If I got flustered too, she'd spiral more. As the adult, I had to reassure her. Though my pants undermined the maturity.
"So it got this big and hard because of me..."
Staring, nodding repeatedly—I, trying to stay composed, started feeling embarrassed.
Unsure how to reply, she spoke again.
"Since it's because of me... want me to help you out..?"
This girl. Drunk on the mood, spouting nonsense.
Panting, she approached slowly. As she reached arm's length, I grabbed her wrist and channeled Mukroe Byeokryeok Singong's lightning qi.
Exhausted from training and unguarded, she passed out instantly.
"Phew..."
I had urges, but not like this—impulsive. It'd disrespect both of us. I'd rejected my wives partly due to her being underage; if they caught me with Seung-ah like this? Who knows what'd happen.
I laid her on the mat, calming my dragon, when my phone buzzed. Estelle, with a photo—probably asking about a problem.
Opening it revealed the unexpected: her in the short-sleeve tee from ID registration, no bra, lifting it to show inside.
My just-calmed dragon revived.
I texted back immediately.
Yeah, it worked. All on my lower half.
Her massive will pierced through the text. I replied fast.
Promised her fave chicken too—game over.
I pocketed the phone and hit solo equipment for 30 minutes till Seung-ah stirred.
"Nngh..."
She stretched like after deep sleep, sitting up. I whispered lightly.
"Sleep well?"
She rubbed her eyes, glanced my way—and froze. Eyes closing, replaying events. Then her face scrunched, mouth opening.
"Ah..."
Full black history recalled. I'd thought it'd just be mine today, but hers too—fortunate.
"Remember everything?"
"Everything..."
Everything?
"Everything's your fault! Showing me that out of nowhere...!"
My fault? If we're blaming, it's you who caused it—but she bolted from the training hall.
"Still a kid, huh."
Another cool adult win for me today.
No clue when she'd return, so I showered in the training hall's facilities first. Twists aside, I'd nailed the body training goal, and cold water on my sweat-heated body felt amazing.
Out of the shower, no Seung-ah. Probably washing in another one.
Texted her I'd head home, left the hall. Tomorrow's academy entrance exam— she'd rest at home eve-of anyway.
Before exiting, greeted her mom.
"I'll head out now."
"No peek at Seung-ah? She's probably showering upstairs."
"Yeah. We're going to the exam together tomorrow morning anyway."
"Alright. Get home safe."
Thought she'd grill about earlier, but just smiled. Maybe Seung-ah explained while I showered.
Bought chicken for the wives and headed home.
*
Shower water cascaded, soaking Seung-ah. She replayed the incident, banging her head on the wall.
"Ugh... why'd I do that?"
Yu-won, oblivious to her feelings. Thrilled he'd gotten excited by her body, she'd spiraled uncontrollably.
Only her around him till those three "wives" appeared—must've made her anxious. Still, her words weren't empty.
"I really could've done it..."
Recalling the feel in her hand. Huge, rock-hard. Thicker than a toilet paper roll, length...
"About... this... this much?"
A-rank senses recreating it. She laid her hand across her belly.
"That thickness... from here... to here..?"
Unimaginable. No experience with others—normal size? Did girls take that easily? No way to know.
Post-shower, exam thoughts nil, she obsessed over Yu-won all day before sleep claimed her. Hoping to do what she couldn't, at least in dreams.