I'll Become the Girl You Like
"Namhyuk, since I won at Gomoku, you have to grant me one wish!"
"...Wait, if I lost I had to grant a wish? I thought it was just a system where they stacked up until I hit a hundred wins...?"
"Nope, that's one thing and this is another. We have to keep public and private matters strictly separate, right?"
Jiyoung wagged her finger with the serious expression of a strict teacher.
Public and private matters my ass. She was just trying to squeeze every last drop of advantage now that she'd won.
"Sigh, fine, fine... What's your wish today?"
"Yesss~~ Hehe, then today's wish is..."
Jiyoung rested her chin in her hand, lost in thought.
...Was she going to ask for a kiss like yesterday? I watched her with equal parts worry and anticipation.
Right then, she clapped her hands together and shouted.
"I've got it! You have to do the dishes!"
".....Ugh.... No way in hell...."
My real feelings slipped out before I could stop them. I scrunched up my face and let out a deep sigh. Jiyoung just grinned from ear to ear and shoved me toward the sink anyway.
When she saw the mountain of plates, even she seemed a little shocked. She covered her mouth and muttered.
"Whoa, our sink is completely buried..."
"Jesus... How long have you gone without washing dishes for it to get this bad...?"
"........Um.... About... a week...?"
"A whole week without doing the dishes.... Forget it. Just wait until I win next time..."
"Hehe, I'm never losing, so good luck with all that~~"
Jiyoung giggled and teased me from behind my back. I sighed again and quietly pulled on the rubber gloves.
This changed things. If she was going to make me do chores like this every time I lost, the math got a lot less fun.
That meant I'd be stuck doing this a hundred more times...
I liked Jiyoung a lot, but a hundred chores in a row was asking a lot.
While I was thinking that, Jiyoung's hands suddenly slipped around in front of my stomach.
"....?"
When I looked down in confusion, she wrapped her arms around me from behind in a tight hug.
"J-Jiyoung...? What are you doing?"
The only sound was the rush of water pouring into the sink drain.
I could feel her heart hammering against my back. She was probably feeling mine too.
With her fingers laced together right above my belly button, she rested her head against me and closed her eyes, as if she wanted to savor every second of it.
I felt the small weight of her body. And at the same time, the weight of the feelings she had for me.
...But that wasn't the important part.
The important part was that both of her breasts were now pressed firmly against my back.
We'd playfully bumped bodies a few times before, but this was the first time she'd clung to me so completely, like a real embrace.
Of course Jiyoung never bothered wearing a bra at home, so her soft, bare breasts were squished directly against me.
It was the first time I'd felt it—the sensation of her breasts being pressed and molded by my body.
I wasn't an expert on women's chests, but I could tell by touch alone. Jiyoung's were far, far above average for a Korean woman.
This had to be D... E... F... G...? I wasn't sure. All I knew was they were easily the biggest I'd ever felt.
"....Namhyukkie."
"Y-Yeah?"
"...Something's touching my hand...."
Ah... I was screwed.
I'd been so focused on the feeling of her breasts that I'd completely let my guard down...!
Whatever was in my pants had surged upward like it was trying to reach the sky, and now it was pressing right into her interlaced fingers.
There had been a few times before when I couldn't control my body's reactions in front of her and things got awkward.
Even then, I'd managed to brush it off somehow. She hadn't seen or touched it directly, after all.
But now, no excuse in the world could save me.
God... This is so embarrassing... What do I do...
"....Hehe, Namhyukkie. That's a lot of dishes, huh...?"
"....Dammit, this is all your fault. Why are you laughing?"
"Ebebe~~ Guess I'll just have to make it even harder for you."
Still laughing, she pressed herself even tighter against me, rubbing her body slowly, then slyly slid her interlaced hands lower, beneath my navel.
....Hey, not there... Wait a second...
Her hands weren't just touching anymore. Her entire palm was now cupping me firmly.
My heart pounded so violently I couldn't calm down no matter what I tried.
I couldn't focus on the dishes at all. I just kept stupidly scrubbing the same plate over and over with no purpose.
"......."
I could feel her heart thumping hard against my back too. She was clearly just as worked up as I was.
Then suddenly, Jiyoung flinched and yanked her hand away, stumbling back.
"....Ah!"
".......?"
What the hell.
She'd touched everything she wanted and now she was acting all surprised?
Or maybe it wasn't because of me?
I turned to look at her, curious what had startled her so badly.
"Jiyoung, are you oka—"
"Don't look!"
She frantically twisted my head back toward the sink.
Ow, I almost broke my neck... That hurt...
"Ow, ow... What was that for?"
"No no, it's nothing. Just keep washing the dishes."
"What's with that tone..."
I was dying to know, but her attitude was so firm that I decided to just obey. Jiyoung bent down for a moment, fidgeting with something, then quietly slipped into the bathroom.
I could faintly hear her sitting on the toilet and wiping something with tissue.
...Had detergent splashed on me while I was washing? It was possible, with the dishes piled that high.
But would that really surprise her that much? She really was impossible to understand sometimes.
I'd often thought Jiyoung was more like a mischievous cat than a person. Days like today only proved it.
Eventually she came out, scratching her butt with a sheepish look on her face. When our eyes met, she gave an awkward little wave.
"...Hi."
"H-Hi..."
Why the sudden greeting? It only made things more awkward. I wanted to ask what she'd been doing in there, but it felt rude to interrogate someone right after they came out of the bathroom, so I kept quiet.
Jiyoung walked past me as I continued washing dishes, heading toward her bed. Then without warning she reached out and tickled my side.
"Ahh! Stop, that tickles! The detergent's going to splash everywhere!"
"Hehe... Revenge."
I had no idea what she was getting revenge for, but she didn't care that soap was flying all over her. She kept sneaking in attacks on my sides whenever she could.
Thanks to her, the dishes took forever. I ended up standing there covered in bubbles for over an hour.
"....Are you leaving now, Namhyukkie?"
"Yeah, I should. I've got morning classes tomorrow."
"...Okay. Take care."
Jiyoung stood by the front door and mumbled softly. I looked at her dejected face and, out of habit, reached out to pat her head.
"...Yess~"
"Huh? What was that for?"
"Just felt like it. Take care, bye-bye."
"Y-Yeah... See you tomorrow."
"....You'll see that girl tomorrow at school, right?"
I was just about to turn the doorknob when she spoke again, quietly. When I glanced back, she was scratching her cheek and looking away, seeming embarrassed.
"That girl you like, Namhyukkie."
"....Uh... Well... Maybe... Or maybe not... I don't know..."
"Wasn't she in our department?"
"Uh... No... But I might not run into her..."
"Ah, well... I guess that's true."
Jiyoung held her other elbow, her voice small and deflated.
The sight was so pitiful I actually considered telling her the truth right then and there.
The words "Actually, the person I like is you" had risen all the way to my throat when Jiyoung suddenly smiled brightly and waved.
"See you tomorrow, Namhyukkie."
"Huh...? Uh, yeah..."
She'd chosen the perfect moment to cut the goodbye short, making it impossible to say anything more.
In the end, I went the whole day without confessing and trudged back to my apartment right next door.
***
The next day.
"....W-What...?"
Hyejung, who shared the class with me, sat in the seat next to mine and whispered with a look of utter disbelief.
"You bet her a hundred times, and if she won first, you told her to like you...?"
"Yeah... that's right."
"...So that means unnie thinks you actually like someone else right now?"
"Pretty much, yeah..."
Hyejung pressed a hand to her forehead like she was dizzy and shook her head. Then she suddenly snapped at me.
"Namhyuk, are you a fucking idiot?"
"Why does everything out of your mouth lately call me an idiot..."
My voice came out a little weak. Hyejung sighed and thumped her own chest with a fist.
I knew I'd done something stupid, so I couldn't exactly act confident. I scratched the back of my head and let out a heavy sigh right along with her.
The two of us listened to the professor's boring lecture in silence for a while. Then Hyejung leaned over and whispered.
"Hey, I have something to tell you. Let's go to a café after class."
"Huh? Sure."
I nodded, confused.
As soon as class ended, Hyejung and I walked together to a café near campus.
"So what did you want to talk about?"
"Namhyuk."
"Y-Yeah?"
"Be honest with me. Do you like that unnie?"
"Uh...?"
I hemmed and hawed for a moment before answering quietly.
"....Yeah. I like her."
"Ha, this guy... Weren't you saying she was like your actual sister? You into incest now?"
"It's not like that... Sigh, it's complicated..."
"Whatever. Do you want to date her?"
"Y-Yeah... I do."
"But now you're too embarrassed to admit you've been lying about it?"
"Yeah... pretty much..."
She's probably going to call me an idiot again. Whatever. I deserve it. Just yell at me.
"....I get it."
When Hyejung lowered her gaze and quietly sipped her drink, I looked at her in surprise.
"You do?"
"Yeah. I know exactly what it feels like to not be able to be honest, especially in front of that person."
Hyejung kept sucking on her smoothie through the straw, speaking softly. Silence settled between us for a moment.
"...I'll help you."
"What...? Help me? How?"
I stared at her, stunned. Hyejung looked me straight in the eyes and said quietly.
"...I'll become that girl for you. The one you like."
