50. Defenseless Jia
Jia was basking in the cool air from the AC, eyes closed with a faint smile on her lips. My gaze lingered on the pale skin visible through her damp T-shirt, but then the image of Hyunjeong auntie earnestly warning me popped into my head, and I turned away from Jia. Just then, I caught sight of Jia's reflection in the mirror, and before I knew it, I was checking out the voluptuous swell of her breasts cradled in that apricot-colored bra. Snapping out of it, I forced my eyes away again.
Was this how Frodo felt carrying the ring? 'Sure, I've been drowning in pleasure lately, but mother-daughter donburi? Nah, I'm not that depraved... I still have a conscience as an educated man... But mother-daughter donburi? Mother-daughter donburi... Sounds delicious. Arghhh! No, snap out of it!'
I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head like a madman. Jia noticed and looked at me with concern.
"Oppa, are you okay? Feeling dizzy from the heat or something?"
"Huh? No, no... I just thought shaking my head like this would dry my wet hair faster, haha..."
She stifled a laugh at my lame excuse and went back to enjoying the AC breeze. And so began my cycle again: sneaking peeks at her innocently seductive, defenseless figure, then turning away. This weird behavior of mine continued until her damp top finally dried out completely, no longer see-through.
Once the heat had subsided a bit and her T-shirt was fluffy again, Jia fiddled with her phone and showed me something.
"Oppa, wanna see a video from our club performance at the spring festival last year?"
"Sure. Wait, are you in it?"
"Yeah! I'm the second one from the left."
When I asked if she was in it, she hurriedly pointed herself out with her finger. In the video from the spring festival—back when I was still in the army—Jia was wearing jeans and a black bra top. Even among her dancing clubmates, her beauty and graceful moves stood out instantly. Especially when she did those breast-bouncing steps, her huge tits jiggled so wildly... I couldn't tear my eyes away from Jia shaking her body intensely on screen. Then, in a hesitant voice, she asked for my opinion on her dancing.
"What do you think, oppa? I'm pretty good, right?"
"Good? You're practically a pro dancer. Out of everyone, you were the best by far."
"Really? Hehe."
Her dancing in the video was so polished it could rival any professional's, so I laid on the praise with a bit of exaggeration. Delighted, she flashed a bright smile and rested her chin on my shoulder—pressing her soft, pillowy breasts against my back in the process.
[Squish❤️]
Even through her bra cups, I swear I could feel the marshmallowy give of her tits. My cock twitched and started swelling rapidly in that delusion.
'Damn... Even if Hyunjeong auntie was right in front of me giving me the eye, I couldn't hold back from this...'
Worried Jia might spot my bulging crotch, I quickly covered it with both hands. But she was too engrossed in her own performance video to notice my change. Small mercies.
Thanks to the scraps of morality still clinging to my heart, I knew I shouldn't be savoring the firm bounce of Jia's breasts like this. But just then, she turned off the performance video and made a suggestion.
"Oppa, since we're already in the practice room, wanna watch me dance for real?"
"For real? But won't that tire you out?"
"Nah, it's not that bad. I do it all the time anyway."
The chance to see her tits jiggle in person—not just on screen, but her actual dancing. Ignoring the rational voice warning it'd be even harder to hold back, I accepted. She hopped up immediately and started light stretches. The warm, squishy sensation on my back vanished, leaving me wistful, but watching her extend her limbs, showing off her flexibility, more than made up for it. Especially when she thrust out those massive, swollen tits and her ass—I nearly gasped in admiration without thinking.
"Oppa, can you film me dancing later? I want feedback."
"Sure, just give me the signal and I'll start recording."
After her quick stretch, Jia connected her phone to the speaker in the corner of the practice room, handed it to me, and asked me to film her.
[🎵🎵]
"Oppa, now!"
She signaled me and launched into the choreography for a girl idol group's hit song from about a month ago. Her moves were so fluid, like she'd practiced a ton. Matching the dynamic, fast beat with powerful steps, she looked just like she belonged in the group's practice video—as if she'd just joined as a new member. With her pure, innocent face and that voluptuous figure no other idol group had, she nailed every rhythm, her curvaceous body shaking nonstop. Her plump ass and heavy tits bounced up and down hypnotically, and my cock finally went full mast, throbbing desperately in my panties.
I hid my massive bulge while my eyes chased her heaving breasts, firm ass, and the smooth belly flashing every time her T-shirt flapped.
After two songs back-to-back, the dance finally ended. Panting from the intense moves, Jia approached me. I'd been so entranced that I only just hit stop on the recording, closing my slack-jawed mouth.
"No big mistakes, right? What'd you think, oppa?"
"Whoa, Jia, you dance amazingly 👍🏻"
I clenched my legs to hide my rock-hard erection and gave her a thumbs-up. A satisfied smile spread across her face. Then she sidled right up to me, took the phone from my hand, and replayed the video she'd just danced to.
"Oppa, let's watch the one you just filmed together."
As the video played, she casually rested her chin on my shoulder again like before. But this time, fresh off her intense dance, a sweet, musky feminine scent mixed with a hint of sweat hit my nose—slightly fresher than Hyunjeong auntie's ripe pheromones, yet intoxicatingly similar. As her alluring aroma clouded my mind and her luscious tits pressed soft against my back once more, the chains holding back my primal instincts started to loosen.
Once again, I was thrust into torment. Then her warm, sweet breath grazed my cheek, and my trapped cock spasmed, oozing sticky precum. My panties soaked through in seconds, the discomfort nagging at me, but I pretended nothing was wrong and watched the video.
My eyes were on the phone screen, but every nerve was locked on Jia pressing her breasts to my back. Reciting Hyunjeong auntie's warnings in my head to calm my pounding heart, another trial struck.
Jia peeled away from my back and dropped into a cat-like pose beside me, hand on the floor. Through the mirror right in front of us, I caught a glimpse down her gaping T-shirt collar—her pale cleavage spilling out of that apricot bra, so full it looked ready to overflow. Seeing those ripe tits, I went full feral.
'Jia, if you keep being this defenseless... Fuck, I can't hold back anymore! Sorry, auntie! But your daughter's just too damn tasty-looking—what can I do?'
"Huh? Oppa, what's up?"
I was seconds from pouncing, groping and sucking that tempting body before pounding her with my massive cock—when she turned and looked at me. Her pure, innocent face hit my vision like a bucket of ice water on molten steel, and my boiling lust started to cool instantly.
Why does everyone know that feeling? Fresh snow after a blizzard—you just want to preserve that pristine white field forever. Sure, you end up stepping on it yourself eventually... My situation was the same.
A protective instinct surged to safeguard Jia's untouched purity, reining in the beast inside me. But before the chains fully bound it again, that feral male planted seeds in my heart: possessiveness and sadism.
I couldn't predict what would happen if those seeds sprouted and bloomed... Except one thing for sure—if it did, Jia would be under me.
"Nothin'... We've sweated a bunch, so let's go home, shower, and head out for dinner."
"Sounds good!"
I answered without betraying my turbulent emotions, but deep down, I felt the future where I'd trample that fresh snow myself—defiling Jia's purity with my lust—wasn't far off.