10. Sneaky Breast Grope
A guy in his mid-to-late twenties with an utterly average look stepped into the convenience store, greeting me as he came in. [Ting-a-ling]
"Hello. You're the new night shift part-timer, right?"
"Yeah, that's me. Let's check the cash register first thing."
With less than two hours left until the quest ended, I had zero interest in wasting time chit-chatting with this random dude. I brushed off his greeting and jumped straight into the handover process.
"Everything checks out... But uh, who's that woman outside?"
"She showed up around 4 a.m., cracked open three cans of beer in a row, and passed out like that... Don't worry about her. She lives next door to me, so I'll take her home when I clock out."
I played it cool, acting like I already knew the woman passed out on the table, building up the story smoothly. He didn't bat an eye, finished the handover without suspicion, and started his shift.
As I approached the table where the woman was slumped, the guy didn't even glance over—just fiddled with his phone. He clearly had no interest in this side of things.
I shoved aside any worries about him and got close to the table. Her steady breathing, deep in her drunken stupor, reached my ears. I gently grabbed her shoulder and lifted her upper body. She flopped limply, unable to hold herself up, leaning against the chair back.
For a moment, I scanned her defenseless form. Sitting there like that, her tits wrapped in a black bra and that deep cleavage stood out even more. If I just tugged up her tank top and bra a bit, I'd get another look at those thick, dark magenta nipples I'd seen before. Staring mindlessly at that perky flesh mound, I barely stopped my hand from reaching out on instinct. Shaking it off, I got closer to hoist her fully out of the chair for the main quest push.
Her soft, squishy arm brushed my thigh as I pressed right up against her. A faint whiff of alcohol mixed with her womanly scent hit my nose. Ignoring my dick twitching in response, I slipped my hand under her soft, tender armpit to lift her. She finally stirred from the sudden movement, blinking groggily at me with unfocused eyes. Then, in a slurred mumble, she spat out a few garbled words.
"Wha... wher... home..."
"Yeah, I'm taking you home, so lean on me and tell me your address."
I draped one of her arms over my neck and wrapped mine around her back, my hand right in front of her sideboob. I asked for her exact address, but she was so wasted she just kept repeating "home" while slumping fully against me.
First time supporting a drunk person, and her full weight was a bitch at the start. But my military-honed legs kicked in, letting me shuffle forward step by step.
Now all that was left was navigating the five-minute walk to her place without prying eyes—or raising her suspicions—while groping those jiggling tits bouncing right in front of me with every step. My hand, positioned perfectly in front of her swollen sideboob, itched like crazy, signaling it was ready to go. But even blackout drunk, I couldn't just slap it on outright. So I played it safe, walking until we hit a narrower alley with way less foot traffic than the main road.
About two minutes of steady shuffling with her in tow, and we'd slipped into a quiet residential alley off the wide street. The dim dawn light blanketed the empty path—just what I wanted, no people around.
With distractions gone and her still out of it, all I had to do was sneakily cop a feel of those tits for my perfect crime and quest completion.
I pulled her tighter against me, timing it perfectly, then executed the plan to grope without suspicion from her or anyone else.
[Thud!] "Wha—Huh?"
Pretending to trip on a raised bump in the road, I lurched dramatically, losing my balance. As she pitched forward with me, I slid my hand from her sideboob to "steady" her—grabbing a full handful of tit.
[Squish~❤️]
The sensation hit like a revelation—whoa almost slipped out. Firm yet insanely soft, it overflowed my palm even through the bra, warm and plush. Imagining the bare tit beneath ramped up my excitement, blood rushing straight to my groin from the heat radiating into my hand.
In that brief two-second window, instinct took over—I kneaded her tit three times in quick succession. Right as the third squeeze ended, the quest completion popped up on my lens.
Congratulations! You have successfully completed the quest Sneaky Breast Grope.
Reward (12 points) has been granted.
I skimmed the reward notice, then focused back on her reaction—my hand still clamped on her tit. She'd snapped alert for a second from the stumble but hadn't clocked the groping, still wobbling limply against me. Her total blackout state emboldened me; I kept kneading softly without letting go, shuffling along. It even felt like she was nestling deeper into my arms while I fondled her.
The way she clung sparked a weird illusion—like walking arm-in-arm with my ex Yujeong from two years back. Not that I should feel anything for this nameless stranger I'd barely spoken to, but I pulled her closer with the arm around her back anyway.
Of course, without stopping the perky tit massage... Savoring the warm, squishy give of her breast in my hand, I walked slowly until my rooftop house's green gate came into view. The villa across must be where this mystery woman lived... Too distracted groping to get her exact address, I reluctantly peeled my hand off her tit, shook her gently to rouse her.
"Hey, wake up. What floor, what room? Tell me so I can get you home."
"Mmm... hooome..."
Even shaking her hard enough to flop her head, she just moaned faintly and drawled "home" without snapping out of it.
Couldn't just ditch a drunk chick at the building entrance, but I was stumped—until a lady in her fifties emerged from inside with a trash bag. She tossed it out passing us, then spotted the woman limp in my arms and paused, surprised.
"Oh my! Isn't that the girl from the fourth floor? What the hell, how much did she drink to get like this?"
"Do you know her by any chance?"
Hoping the ajumma's fussiness might help, I chatted her up. Turns out, she owned the building, and the woman was a tenant on the fourth floor.
"But who's this young guy holding her like that? Boyfriend?"
"No, no! I work part-time at the convenience store down the street. She passed out on the table, so I brought her."
"How'd you know where she lived?"
"Ah... I live in the rooftop room at that green gate house right there. Saw her hanging laundry on this building's roof last time..."
I pointed at the gate to clear up her suspicious glare, and she bought it without issue.
"Alright, kid, I'll watch her at my place till she sobers up. Follow me."
"Sure thing."
Trailing her inside with the woman still in my arms, she opened her first-floor door and led us in. In the landlady ajumma's living room, I gently laid the still-out-of-it woman on the sofa. Her tank top had ridden up in the process, exposing her flawless white belly—not a blemish in sight. It grabbed my eyes instantly.
"Jeez, grown woman getting wasted like this."
"Ahem... Well, I'll head out then."
"Yeah, thanks for looking after her."
The ajumma had crept right up and pulled down her tank top, so I coughed awkwardly, said my goodbyes, and slipped out.