Chapter 6
After finishing the check in the nurse's absence, we moved to the next area. There were no other groups around. At least I wouldn't have to witness another forced glimpse of someone else's chest like before. I limped along, my shin throbbing. It was badly bruised right now. All because Na Ye-jin had sneak-kicked me during the last checkup. For staring right through her breasts, it was a light punishment, I guess. But my leg was already injured from the physical test earlier. Her kick had hit that exact spot dead-on, and I'd collapsed there, unable to get up for a while. The researcher had yelled that we were short on time, so I'd somehow dragged myself up. No one helped. Not Ha-young, not Yoon Seo-yeon, and of course not Na Ye-jin. ...It made me a little sad.
Stepping into the next exam room, a male doctor stood waiting with a stethoscope around his neck. Must be the interview and physical check. Having a real doctor there was reassuring. Unlike the researchers so far, he seemed more sensible. But—the mood in the room sank again at the sight of a male doctor. Still, it wasn't as bad as before. No fierce protests or screams. Were they getting used to it, or just resigning themselves?
"One at a time, come sit here."
The doctor pointed to the chair in front of him. Without a second thought, I went first and sat down. As the only guy, it was natural, and honestly, I just wanted to get it over with.
"Ahh—open wide."
He used a tongue depressor handed by the nurse to check my mouth. Nothing special. Then a penlight for my eyes.
"Take a deep breath."
I did as told. He pressed the stethoscope to my chest—the cold metal on my skin. "Good, that's it."
Simple. Just like a regular checkup. I started to stand, relieved—then pain shot through my shin.
"Ugh—."
I winced, freezing up. The doctor tilted his head and glanced at my leg.
"Oh, hurt yourself? Nurse Kim, check this one's wound."
The nurse approached and examined my shin. "That's a nasty bruise. Must've bumped into something."
Bumped? More like kicked. But I couldn't say it—the culprit was standing right behind me.
"I'll grab some ointment. Sit here and wait a sec."
She pointed to a chair—right next to the doctor. Probably where she'd been sitting. I plopped down without thinking. Then it hit me. From this spot, I had a direct view of the three waiting girls. Ha-young, Yoon Seo-yeon, Na Ye-jin. All covering their chests with their arms. Ha-young crossed hers, Yoon Seo-yeon cupped hers with both hands, Na Ye-jin used one arm while glaring daggers at me with the other.
They were covered—but the outlines bulged through the gaps. White skin peeked between fingers. Their sizes and softness were impossible to fully hide, replaying vividly in my mind. My lower half stirred again.
No—!
I slammed my eyes shut. The aversion training was kicking in like a reflex now. I sat there, eyes closed, waiting.
"Next, please sit."
The doctor's voice. Chair scraping. Park Ha-young sat in front of him.
"Ahh—open wide."
Mouth check starting.
"Mouth gag."
Silence.
"...Nurse Kim, mouth gag please."
More silence.
"Ah—."
The doctor realized the nurse was gone.
"Sorry, student?" He called to me. "There should be mouth gags next to you. Grab a sterilized packaged one and pass it over?"
I opened my eyes without thinking. And looked ahead. My heart stopped.
Park Ha-young sat there, arms off her chest.
To let the doctor examine her, she couldn't cover up. For the stethoscope next, her arms were already on her knees. Probably used to it by now after the male researcher and ECG. She must've figured exposing herself to the doctor was tolerable.
But I was there too. Ha-young's breasts were right in my face. Smaller than Na Ye-jin's D-cups, but so pretty. Round and perky on her healthy skin tone. And at the center—pretty pink nipples. Deeper than light pink, nothing like Na Ye-jin's dark red, a bright, vivid pink. Small but perfectly shaped.
I stared, dumbfounded. Two seconds, three. She noticed, turned her head. Our eyes met. Hers widened. Realizing where I was looking, her face flushed crimson—down to her neck.
I whipped around.
...I just saw Ha-young's breasts.
My female friend's. My classmate's. The Ha-young I'd eaten, studied, and hung out with since freshman year. My heart pounded wildly.
But I had to pass the mouth gag. I grabbed a packaged one from beside me. Still facing away, I stretched my arm back to the doctor.
"...".
He sighed. "Sorry, but can you help till Nurse Kim returns? You need to look at my hand to hand it over."
He was right—passing blindly looked weird. No choice. I turned. Handing it over, Ha-young's breasts entered my view again. She frantically raised her arms to cover.
"Hey, don't move if it's hurt."
The doctor was checking her mouth with the gag, so her head had to stay still—lifting arms would shift her torso. Her arms froze midway. Barely covering the undersides, nipples still exposed.
Guilt surged; I tried to close my eyes.
"Penlight please."
...Again? There it was. To pass it, I'd have to look toward the doctor—and Ha-young. No way around it. I opened my eyes, handed it over. Breasts again. Ha-young gagged open, on the verge of tears. Eyes reddening, sweat beading on her forehead. Seeing my usually bright, cheerful friend like this hurt. But my gaze kept dropping. I was the worst.
After eye check, he returned the penlight. Then plugged in the stethoscope.
"Deep breath."
I shut my eyes tight this time. No way I could watch him press it to her chest. In the darkness, just the faint thud of metal on skin, her deep inhale.
A moment later. "Done. Next."
Chair moving. Ha-young passed me.
"...You're dead later."
Low, trembling voice. Rage, shame, betrayal mixed in. Eyes still closed, I said nothing.
Next: Na Ye-jin. Chair creak.
"Ahh—open wide."
Checkup began. "Mouth gag."
I'd learned—grabbed one, opened my eyes toward the doctor, passed it. Na Ye-jin visible. But she'd seen Ha-young's ordeal up close; one arm clamped iron-tight over her chest. Prepared. Outline showed, but no nipples. Passed it, looked away.
Mouth, eyes done. Passed penlight too. She was fully covered—no slip-ups.
Then: "Lower your hand. Stethoscope time."
Na Ye-jin's breath hitched. "...Do I have to?"
"Need it on your chest."
"...".
She glared—I felt it despite closed eyes. But no refusing. Slowly, her arm lowered.
Doctor: "Take this."
Had to open. To grab the penlight, look at his hand—right by lowered-arm Na Ye-jin. Her breasts again. Full D-cups like through the X-ray machine, dark red nipples sharp under fluorescents. Much closer now—goosebumps visible.
Eyes met. She couldn't speak—gag just removed, mouth half-open, face blazing with fury and humiliation. Laser-beam stare, but mid-exam, helpless. I snatched the penlight, shut eyes. Heart exploding.
Stethoscope thud, her stifled breath. Done soon. She stood, passed without a word. Air froze solid. Probably saving more than a shin-kick for later.
Last one. Yoon Seo-yeon. School's top beauty. Eyes shut, I prayed inwardly. Please let the nurse be late just a bit longer. I knew I was scum. But how many 20-year-old guys could play saint here? With Na Ye-jin's and Ha-young's breasts fresh in mind, suppressing excitement for Yoon Seo-yeon's was impossible.
Soft chair creak—careful movements.
"Ahh—open wide."
"Mouth gag."
Still no nurse. Grabbed it, opened eyes. Yoon Seo-yeon sat, hands clamped over chest. But resolute, trembling, awaiting orders. Face beet-red to ears. Passed it properly.
Mouth done. "Penlight." Passed it. Eyes done.
"Lower your hands."
"...".
Her breath quivered faintly. Slowly—so slowly—hands descended.
"Here."
Opened for penlight excuse. Couldn't keep eyes shut for that. ...Lame excuse, I knew.
Yoon Seo-yeon's breasts right there. Breath caught.
Teardrop shape. Gentle curve up top swelling fuller below—textbook perfect. Flawless white skin glowing under lights. Center: deep pink nipples, stiffly erect. Cold air? Tension? Small, sharp, utterly unlike Na Ye-jin's dark red or Ha-young's light pink—a different beauty.
School's top beauty wasn't just face-deep. I ogled freely—solid excuse not to blink. She felt it. Big eyes welled up. Lips bitten, corners quivering. On the verge of tears.
Guilt crashed like a tsunami. Slammed eyes shut. Penlight secured. Darkness burned with afterimage: teardrop curves, deep pink tips, teary eyes—
And lined up: Ha-young's bright pink. Na Ye-jin's dark red. Yoon Seo-yeon's deep pink.
Three chests I'd never dreamed of seeing—all mine. Heart raced. Below, throbbing, leaking pre-cum into my underwear again.
Stethoscope thud. Her faint tremors through the air. How long? "Done."
She stood. Then—
"Back! Sorry, took a while finding the ointment."
Nurse's voice. ...Of course now. Right after Yoon Seo-yeon. One minute earlier, none of this. Or honestly—the real issue was regretting not seeing it if she'd come sooner.
I'm human trash.
Nurse applied ointment—cool relief. "Bad bruise. No straining it."
"...Thanks."
Heavy silence blanketed the tent during the ointment application. No one spoke. Ha-young had her arms crossed, facing away from me. Yoon Seo-yeon cupped her chest with both hands, head bowed low. Na Ye-jin gritted her teeth, glaring at the ceiling. I sat on the chair, staring at the floor.
Just 10 minutes ago, awkward but talkable. Now? Not even eye contact. Guy who saw three breasts, girls who showed them. Could I face them after this job? I started counting floor tiles. One, two, three. Knew it wouldn't help.