Chapter 75
Chapter 75
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 75
Chapter Title: The Outsider Before the Bikini Swimsuits
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Outdoor pool opening time.
The moment I ran into them,
my gaze was nailed to Han Si-a and Yoo So-mi's bikinis.
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No good.
I couldn't tear my eyes away no matter what.
No, the very thought of looking away didn't even cross my mind.
Social norms about it being rude to stare piercingly at the bodies of girls from the same school,
the shame of letting others notice my sexual desire,
the fear that fixating on certain parts of a woman's body might land me in legal trouble,
even the guilt from leering at my friends with such a sleazy gaze—
none of it was enough to make me turn my head from this sight.
Han Si-a's black bikini was slightly familiar to me since she'd once sent me a photo of herself in it.
The thin straps started from the small patch of fabric covering her chest and climbed upward,
crossing each other just below her collarbone as if to emphasize her perky cleavage, then tracing up along her neck,
finally forming a pretty black knot at the nape of her slender neck.
Hidden behind her swaying black hair, the knot's structure wasn't easy to make out.
But if I slipped my fingers behind her neck and just fiddled with it for a moment,
wouldn't her springy-looking breasts immediately push aside that scrap of black fabric and reveal themselves?
Every time I saw that knot, it felt like a cruel, malicious temptation deliberately designed to egg a man on to commit a crime and send him straight to prison.
And the two black fabric pieces firmly pushing up her breasts were connected by a round metal ring that gleamed silver.
Through the tiny gap in that metal ring, the space between her breasts was exposed in raw detail,
whispering wickedly that her breasts were this perky, this perfectly shaped,
so full that she didn't need to gather nonexistent flesh like other women to fake it.
The two pieces of fabric covering her chest were merely lifting them slightly upward.
There was no lie or trick here to hide the true shape of her breasts.
With that relentless, reason-melting seduction, it sucked my gaze into that little hole like a black hole.
When I finally managed to avert my eyes from there, the next thing I saw
was her translucent skin rippling faintly like a subtle wave, revealing the outline of her ribs.
Followed by her narrow waist and the vertically indented navel.
In contrast to her firm, voluptuous breasts, this area looked even slimmer, tracing a smooth curve without a single ounce of excess fat.
Moreover, her springy breasts, a waist so thin it made you wonder if her organs had room to function, and the pelvic bones softly widening below it
conjured up an image glamorous enough to evoke a cola bottle or an hourglass.
What's unique is how this feminine line, formed by her slim waist blending with her perky breasts, is magically concealed when she's dressed.
Until she bares her body like this to reveal the secret herself,
it tricks onlookers into thinking she just has a toned, sleek slender figure.
That's why the glamorous body revealed by her bikini clashes violently in my brain with the slender image I usually have of her, disrupting my mental processes.
But that's not the end of it.
My gaze slid downward along the chic fabric of her bikini bottoms draped over her hips.
Black fabric clinging stickily to her apple-shaped hips that widened gently from her waist.
From there, straight down to her youthful, fragile-looking thighs and smooth calves.
Thanks to her overwhelming proportions, her lower body—which took up a huge share of her height—was probably
why she had model-surpassing body ratios despite being too short for actual modeling.
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I had to stop here.
I'd already been staring at one of my two friends with a creepily perverted gaze.
If I stopped now,
I could still claim I was just shocked she was in a bikini,
that it was my first time seeing one up close so I was curious and looked.
I'd have some room for a lame excuse.
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But after seeing Han Si-a in her bikini, my desires had ignited and were now growing uncontrollably.
Thump.
Did you see? Even Han Si-a, whose breasts seemed smaller compared to Yoo So-mi, looks like this.
Then how incredible must Yoo So-mi be?
Thump.
Hey, you think they just threw on bikinis without thinking?
They wore them because they wanted to show off, right?
No need to feel burdened about it.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Haha... what are you pretending to agonize over right now?
When you're already scanning Yoo So-mi's bikini from top to bottom with your eyes!!!
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Ughhh... I really can't hold back!
After savoring Han Si-a's figure, my gaze—with even more persistence than before—
began climbing back up Yoo So-mi's legs.
Compared to Han Si-a's delicate calves, hers were a bit more toned and brimming with healthy appeal.
Thinking back, even when she practiced dance moves at school last time, I'd vaguely sensed her stamina was good.
She must work out consistently.
Looking at Yoo So-mi's firm legs naturally brought back memories of the massage I'd given her.
The slightly sticky clean skin from post-workout sweat, and the chewy texture added by the muscles beneath.
And how her plump thighs and butt jiggled with every pat on her upper legs.
Plus, just recently in the car, the inside of her thighs had felt so soft, smooth, and velvety.
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I'd only looked at her legs, but I was already subtly hunching forward.
But I didn't stop there. I dragged my gaze up along her glossy calves and leg lines.
What came into view next: her chubby thighs, and her even larger hips.
But calling this area simply 'hips' felt insufficient amid the overwhelming visual stimuli,
so my gaze lost direction for a moment, frolicking over her wide hips.
First to suck in my eyes was the triangular empty space formed between her thighs below the swimsuit,
a collaboration between her massive hips and plump thighs.
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Even though her thighs are touching, there's empty space!!!
Ughhh...! Yoo So-mi...!! Just how huge is your ass!!
Next to catch my eye was the white bikini bottoms wrapping her hips.
A plain bikini bottom with no particular frills.
But when a girl with hips this big wears plain bikini bottoms, that alone creates massive visual impact.
The area to cover is huge, but the fabric size stays the same!
I hunched forward a bit more but kept moving my gaze upward without stopping.
A slightly voluminous lower belly, and above it, a slim navel.
And faint 11-shaped abs pushing in from both sides of that navel.
Right. So what's next?
Ribs?
Does Yoo So-mi show a hint of ribs too, like Han Si-a, because her abdominal fat is so low?
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No.
What entered my view next
was shadow.
The shadow cast by her massive breasts blocking the sunlight pouring down from above.
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After that, trivial questions like whether her ribs were visible or not completely faded from my mind.
My gaze, as if entranced by something, shot straight upward.
Filling my vision: Yoo So-mi's breasts, so full they cast shadows on her body.
Even when I'd seen her in clothes before, I knew she had big breasts.
But when I saw them freed from the multiple layers of clothing and underwear that had confined them,
supported by nothing but a single white bikini,
I realized.
Yoo So-mi's breast size was even larger than I'd ever imagined.
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No further description was needed for that sight.
White bikini? Plain shoulder straps?
None of that mattered.
Big breasts
are
big breasts.
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That's how I was licking over their bodies with a lecherous, perverted, deviant, utterly inhuman gaze.
As long as I could keep looking at them, I had no fears.
I wouldn't even mind getting arrested by the cops and thrown in jail right then.
That's what I was sincerely thinking.
Then suddenly, a powerful chill ran through my body.
As if sounding an alarm for my life.
As if being eyed as prey by a predator on a far higher level.
As if... yeah.
The same chill and terror I'd felt when Han Si-a had pounced on me, breathing raggedly.
Only after that sharp sensation did my eyes—previously captivated by their figures—finally turn to Han Si-a's face,
and that gaze captured the source of my chill and fear.
There,
with her eyes fixed on my lower abdomen,
as if her body was itching unbearably, repeatedly clenching and unclenching her slender fingers,
chewing on her small tongue—slightly sticking out—with her front teeth and canines,
was a single beast.