My Plain Girlfriend Is Surprisingly Coveted (1)
The crisp clack of keyboard keys filled the room from early morning. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the familiar back of a head glowing under the monitor's light.
"Ugh, what the hell are you doing?! You were supposed to heal right there!"
My girlfriend, Jin Dasom, was furiously hammering the controller like she was trying to smash it to pieces.
Her hair was twisted up into a messy bun, she wore the same stretched-out white short-sleeve t-shirt she'd slept in, and a pair of black dolphin pants that had completely forgotten what season it was.
Unwashed and grimy, she had been glued to the game since dawn. Watching her turtle-neck craned forward and her back hunched like a shrimp as she tried to suck herself into the monitor to beat the boss, I couldn't help but sigh.
Our first meeting had been back in our first year of high school.
Bonded by our shared obsession with games, we'd raided together and played every title under the sun.
At first, I'd assumed she was one of those girls who just hung back and took the bus—someone who only threw out heals from a safe distance. But against all expectations, her main role was DPS.
I was completely overwhelmed by the way Dasom tore through monsters with her insane damage rotation. By the time I came to my senses, I had willingly become her dedicated support, pouring out heals and buffs while we cleared raids together.
Damn it... I should've held back back then.
That serious glint in her eyes as she refused to look away from the screen, hammering out damage like a madwoman. Those fingers dancing across the keyboard. I'd fallen head over heels for her gaming form, and that single moment had led my life to this exact sorry state.
Just look at that hunched back and protruding turtle neck. If it weren't for me, she would've grown old in her room playing games without ever knowing what a boyfriend even was.
She probably never would've had a single decent relationship. Though... to be honest, I was in pretty much the same boat.
My dear girlfriend couldn't even cook. Not even something as simple as fried eggs.
She didn't clean either. Picking up the snack bags scattered across the floor was always my job. Objectively speaking, was there any other girlfriend in the world this utterly useless?
And yet, despite all that, there was one primal reason I could never leave her side and kept acting like a total pushover.
"Ah, got it!"
Having apparently cleared the boss, Jin Dasom set down her controller and stretched.
"Hnnngh!"
As she raised her arms high, the loose white t-shirt pulled tight across her body. She was an unwashed, sloppy gamer girl who didn't know the first thing about dressing up, but her figure was absolutely killer.
The overwhelming volume that couldn't be hidden even under that baggy cotton shirt never failed to stun me every single time I saw it.
Below those short black dolphin pants stretched thick, powerful thighs that looked smooth and toned despite the fact that all she ever did was breathing exercises.
When the back I'd always nagged her about finally straightened during her stretch, the unrealistic curve from her narrow waist to her hips completely stole my gaze.
The slender line of her neck visible beneath her messy bun, the perfect silhouette curving beneath the folds of her clothes.
Looking at that god-given body, all the petty complaints I'd built up melted away like snow.
"I just beat the boss! Awesome, right?"
"Yeah... awesome. In more ways than one."
I smiled as Jin Dasom turned to me with a messy grin, her face still sleepy.
"Hey, Dasom."
"Yeah? What?"
"Can you... show me your tits?"
"?"
My girlfriend stared at me blankly, as if she couldn't understand what I'd just said.
Then came her reply.
"Why do you suddenly want to see my chest?"
"I just... want to look."
"...Fine."
Gulp!
I swallowed hard without meaning to.
Dasom let out a small, annoyed sigh, then without hesitation lifted the stretched white cotton t-shirt right in front of me.
The light pink bra hidden beneath the baggy shirt filled my entire field of vision.
The volume was so overwhelming it looked like the thin shoulder straps could barely hold it all in.
Her skin was so pale and smooth it was hard to believe she never washed and spent all day gaming in her room. The contrast with the cute pink bra made it even more dizzyingly erotic.
The gap between her usual sloppy, unwashed gamer girl appearance and the unreal sensuality now on display completely short-circuited my brain.
I stood there with my mouth half-open, utterly lost in that breathtaking sight, unable to tear my eyes away.
"Pfft."
A mocking little laugh spread across Jin Dasom's lips as she watched my dumbstruck face. She pulled her shirt back down and gave me that annoying smirk she always wore while gaming.
"What's with that stupid look on your face?"
She rested her chin on one hand, looking down at me with a triumphant gleam in her eyes, and casually tossed out,
"Horny already? This early in the morning?"
That bold attitude—completely unashamed, clearly enjoying my reaction—left me both frustrated and speechless.
"Yeah."
In the end, all I could do was admit it honestly. What else was there to say when she hit me with cold, hard facts like that?
At my honest, dazed reply, Dasom tossed the controller onto the desk and stood up.
She gave the hem of her baggy black dolphin pants a couple of quick tugs to straighten them, then said simply,
"...Want to?"
I nodded my head up and down like a madman.
We headed straight into the bedroom.
It was a two-room apartment I'd begged my parents to let me rent when I started college.
I could still hear my mother's sharp voice scolding me, asking what the hell a college student living alone needed with a two-room place as she smacked me on the back.
I'd endured all her nagging and complaints, making every excuse under the sun, but I'd stubbornly refused to give up on the two-room idea.
Mom, Dad. Are you watching? This is exactly why I needed a two-room place.
If it had been a cramped one-room with the computer desk jammed right next to the bed, this kind of secret, seductive atmosphere would've been impossible. You couldn't possibly set the mood surrounded by scattered snack bags and gamepads.
This perfectly separated, independent bedroom was the best investment of my life and proof of my excellent foresight. As I silently shed emotional tears of gratitude while praising my past self—
Thump.
Dasom, who had entered the room first, sat down on the edge of the soft bed.
She peeled off her clothes one by one, then crossed both arms tightly over her chest in an X shape, hugging herself firmly.
It was a defensive, hunched posture, as if she were desperately trying to hide her enormous breasts.
But by pressing down on them with both arms, she was only emphasizing the presence of her H-cup chest even more—a fact she herself seemed completely unaware of.
Her face had turned bright red, looking like it might burst from the heat rising inside her.
From the tips of her ears to her exposed white nape, her skin was flushed crimson, yet her eyes glared at me with fierce, sharp hostility.
She'd been so confident out in the living room, but now that we were alone in the quiet, cozy bedroom, the shame seemed to have caught up with her all at once.
She really was just a typical shut-in gamer girl whose real-life romance experience was as abysmal as mine.
"What are you staring at so hard... Just close the door and hurry up already..."
Even the sharp tone she used while trying not to look away trembled faintly, different from her usual voice.
Seeing that bright red face glaring at me while she clutched her chest so tightly made me want to tease her even more.
I slowly ran my eyes over her slender wrists that looked like they might snap if I flicked them, and her narrow waist.
Where should I start?
Objectively, Dasom had a fairly slim build, but it was as if every nutrient she consumed went straight to her breasts, ass, and thighs.
She spent her days glued to a gamepad in her room and did nothing but breathing exercises, yet I couldn't tear my eyes away from those thick, powerful thighs that looked ready to burst out of her pink panties, or the heavy, solid curve of her lower body.
Almost in a trance, I slowly approached the bed and knelt down facing her, right in front of her knees.
"W-what are you—?!"
Startled by my unexpected action, Dasom shrank back, trying to scoot away.
Before she could escape, I quickly buried my face between those thick, pale thighs.
"Kyaaah! Hey! Are you crazy—?!"
The heavenly sensation of soft, bouncy, heavy flesh enveloping both my cheeks. For a brief moment, I had the impure thought that I wished time would just stop right there.
"...!"
My romantic fantasy and the lewd atmosphere shattered into pieces in less than a second.
It was because of the incredibly intense smell that mercilessly assaulted my nose.
It was the unique, stale stench of a gamer girl who hadn't washed since yesterday evening and had been fused with her chair all night long while gaming in her tiny room.
A full-on olfactory assault made up of a musty body odor, sweat, and a faint hint of her natural scent all mixed together.
"Mmph, mmph...!"
"Hey, hey! Get off already?! I haven't showered yet, you idiot!"
Completely losing her mind from embarrassment, Dasom started slapping the top of my head repeatedly while screaming.
I had to hold my breath, choking and gagging, trapped between the heavenly softness of her thighs that felt like they might melt in my hands and the overwhelming stench of her unwashed body.
After a while, the unpleasant stale smell that had burned my nose began to fade, replaced by Dasom's unique body scent and the cozy smell of her bedding.
Once the pain in my nose disappeared, the suppressed lust inside me began to boil up again.
Drunk on the pleasant warmth and touch, I unconsciously pulled her panties down.
And then...
Squelch!
"Hngh...?!"
The hand that had been pushing my head away suddenly froze.
She must have been extremely flustered that instead of recoiling in disgust from the smell, I was instead licking at her crotch like an eager puppy.
I could feel her heavy thighs twitching and trembling against my cheeks.
"S-stop licking...!!!"
The voice coming from above my head was thick with nasal tones, drawn out at the end in a long, helpless whine that sounded like a spoiled child throwing a tantrum.
"Haaang! It's dirty down there...!"
The soft thighs in my hands and the warm body heat against my cheeks.
I closed my eyes for a moment and savored the presence of my one and only girlfriend with my entire body.
To be honest, Jin Dasom was very, very far from what most people pictured when they thought of a normal girlfriend.
If I looked at it coldly and objectively, she was close to the lowest tier in the dating market—someone who couldn't even get her foot in the door.
This girl was a hopeless, bone-deep otaku and gamer through and through.
There wasn't a single trace of feminine charm to be found no matter how hard you looked.
There wasn't a single flowy dress or skirt in her closet that she could wear on an actual date.
Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, all four seasons, her only loungewear consisted of that stretched-out white cotton t-shirt and those black dolphin pants that barely contained her ass.
Her specs were a total disaster that would make anyone sigh and want to run away at first sight.
But I didn't actually mind any of Jin Dasom's flaws.
Why? Because in this wide world, there wasn't a single crazy bastard who would approach a hopeless, unwashed, shut-in loser like her.
If she had been a normal, pretty girlfriend who knew how to dress up, I'd have been constantly on edge wondering if other guys were staring at her in cafes. If we ever went drinking, I'd have spent the whole night wide awake worrying about someone trying to hit on her.
I would've been sick to my stomach over unnecessary male friends and would've gone insane trying to fend off all the horny bastards sliding into her Instagram DMs.
But with Dasom, the chances of any of that happening were practically zero.
After all, she was the kind of girl who couldn't survive anywhere except inside my two-room apartment in front of the computer.
Outside, she was just a gloomy otaku who wore hoodies pulled low over her face and walked around with terrible posture.
The only man in the entire universe who knew that beneath that baggy t-shirt lay an overwhelmingly sensual, unrealistic volume and those powerful thighs was me alone.
The fact that I could have Jin Dasom all to myself, completely and exclusively.
The sense of security and superiority that gave me was so intoxicating it couldn't be compared to anything else.
That's why I loved this useless, smelly girlfriend of mine so much.
I rubbed my face against Dasom's trembling thighs and continued our intimate connection for a long time.
