Raw Grip on Natural I-Cups
I unconsciously swallowed hard.
Don't stupidly ask again. You've already experienced it. This is a question I threw out hoping for your agreement.
"Yeah."
Thankfully, my voice came out steady without trembling.
That was my limit, though.
"Whoa, fuck. Look at his eyes—he looks like a total psycho."
I guess I couldn't hide my expression after all.
Jo Ayoung was glaring at me like she'd just seen something disgusting.
"No, it's not. It's really no big deal?"
"What? Touching my tits is no big deal? Then don't do it!"
"No."
Ah, she's teasing me by letting me touch but making it all frustrating.
"I want to touch them."
I'll push forward honestly. She likes being demanded like that.
"...Ah, fuck. Shouldn't have said anything."
"Don't back out now."
My dick, already gripped in Jo Ayoung's hand, had hardened to an unprecedented degree.
She must have felt just how much I was anticipating it through her palm.
"...Fine, but on one condition."
"What is it?"
She started counting off on her fingers.
"Only while I'm sucking you off. You let go when it's done."
"Got it."
"And don't grab them hard. They're heavy enough as it is and it hurts. If I strain a ligament, I'm fucked."
"Obviously."
"And another thing. Touch them over your clothes."
"That one's a no-go."
Everything else is fine, but not that.
What's the point of touching over clothes?
"Then there's no point at all. You're touching my dick bare."
"...If you don't like it, forget it."
Jo Ayoung's face fell flat.
My mood soured too. She's really throwing a tantrum here.
Fine, two can play that game.
"Jo Ayoung."
"What."
"Just let me touch them bare once for real. It's a once-in-a-lifetime request."
Before she could react, I flattened myself on the bed and begged.
The perfect dogeza.
Unless I was her parents' enemy, any decent person would grant a plea like this.
I wasn't embarrassed at all. Not one bit.
For the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity crashing into my life for the first time, I was ready to endure any shame.
"What the fuck, you psycho."
Of course, Jo Ayoung wasn't that easy.
But I couldn't give up on bare tits either.
"Think about it. You've watched a ton of porn, so you know. Touching bare versus something in between? Totally different dimensions."
"I don't watch that shit."
What a load of crap. She snooped my secret folder, yapped about my porn tastes, and even chatted about the latest releases.
But right now, I'm the one begging. Better play along.
"Then you've got tons of experience, so you know. Condoms change the feel, right?"
"How the hell would I kno—"
Jo Ayoung started to snap back in anger, then realized her slip and shut her mouth.
Yeah, yeah, gotta stick to your own setting.
No way the Jo Ayoung pretending to be an experienced slut would confess the truth now.
Delinquents like her have nothing but their pride. That's why they bully the weak to get high on superiority.
Time to exploit that pathetic superiority complex.
"Besides, who else can I touch tits like yours? Massive ones like that."
I handle all the housework, so I know all their sizes.
Jo Ayoung was a whopping 75 I-cup.
Tits that needed national protection.
"...You've been eyeing me like that?"
Her soft, jiggly big tits were both a trauma drawing lecherous stares from guys and a source of pride that let her dominate other girls in status fights.
Scratch that lightly to boost her mood, and I've got a shot.
"Don't be ridiculous. Any guy born into this world sees tits like yours and thinks about them."
"Gross."
"No, it's natural. That softness always rubbing against my back. The elasticity holding that huge water-drop shape. The fantastical sway defying gravity—not like fake implants."
As I poured out heartfelt praise for her tits, Jo Ayoung's eyes wavered.
"It's not your fault they're so sexy. Teasing me by letting me touch then taking it away? Even I can't take that."
I laid it on strong, ending with a firm demand.
Jo Ayoung stared at my face right in front of hers with wide eyes for a moment, then shyly turned her head.
"Y-you really want to touch them that bad?"
"Yeah, like crazy."
"......Fuck. Fine. Touch them bare."
After a brief silence, Jo Ayoung finally nodded.
Jackpot.
That one word gave me a sense of accomplishment bigger than when I'd crammed for exams amid the delinquents invading my house and finally got into my dream university.
Touching natural I-cup megatits bare!
An achievement even the top 0.1% of men worldwide couldn't pull off.
I felt my rank as a man rising.
With burning eyes fixed on her, Jo Ayoung slowly pulled down the zipper.
Inside the hoodie, pale skin peeked out—no bra, as expected.
Not surprising. This perv never wears underwear at home.
Come to think of it, this is my first time seeing Ayoung's tits up close.
What those massive tits meant to her.
Unlike the others who flashed naked after showers, she always covered up with at least a thin shirt, hiding them thoroughly.
Even if she rubbed them on my arm or wore shirts so thin the silhouette showed.
But seeing them bare right in front of me felt different.
As the zipper went all the way down, the 75 I-cup jiggle pushed the hoodie aside and spilled out.
Pale and elastic water-drop shape.
Look at that white flesh rippling with gravity.
The light pink nipples at the tips, shyly buried in the areolas, barely peeking out.
This perv! Inverted nipples alone are getting me hard already?!
"Fuck, your dick's twitching like crazy. In heat or what?"
"Yeah."
I answered reflexively, unable to tear my eyes from her tits.
Her startled flinch made them quiver.
Am I going insane? What the hell is that movement?
Pudding-like ripples. Gravity's miracle unfolding before my eyes.
"F-fuck, stop staring and stick your dick out already. Don't forget what I said."
Jo Ayoung hunched over like she couldn't face me anymore and took my dick in her mouth.
"Chup."
She kissed the tip like always, but it felt even shyer this time.
A bit disappointing that her overwhelming tits were hidden now that she was prone, but this wouldn't end with just looking.
Feeling her tongue gently lick the glans, I slowly reached out.
Slowly. Not too hard.
My hand on Ayoung's head slid down her nape, along her shoulder line, down her back, and finally to that long-awaited spot.
Soft.
Moved by how it already changed shape under my touch, I slid my hand along the underside sagging with gravity.
"Chup. Ngh, your way of touching is creepy."
"Don't stop."
I thrust my hips forward a bit to plug her mouth with my dick.
Don't ruin my precious first experience.
Jo Ayoung coughed dryly for a second but obediently took it back in and rolled her tongue.
Her ears red to the tips—she was clearly fighting her own embarrassment.
A shy girl is cute.
Even Jo Ayoung looked cute, proving it was universal truth.
Focus.
I concentrated every nerve in my fingertips and savored her tits again.
Soft texture. Sinking plushness wherever my hand touched.
I slid my hand lower and gently lifted her gravity-pulled tit.
"Crazy, so fucking heavy."
This has to be kilograms.
That hefty weight was incredibly moving.
My dick couldn't hold back the感動 and leaked precum tears.
"Fuck, why are you drooling so much precum? That good?"
"I'm gonna cry."
My voice shook with genuine emotion.
I gently moved my hand, lifting and lowering the tit that engulfed it completely.
When I compressed the jiggly flesh upward, the overflow squeezed toward her armpit—insanely stimulating.
You can't understand this感動 without seeing it yourself.
As I was lifting and enjoying the weight, Jo Ayoung giggled and pulled her mouth off.
"Ah, don't touch so weirdly. Do it properly. You said you had tons of knowledge."
Frustrated, she rested her head on my thigh and twisted her body a bit.
Now I could see the shape of her tits that'd been hidden prone.
I'd misunderstood Jo Ayoung all this time.
She's an angel. A soft mammaries angel.
Lying sideways, one tit pressing the other stimulated my brain.
How great is gravity as science?
Forgetting to blink, I burned her tits into my retinas and reached out.
"Hng. Tickles."
From the base slowly up to the tip, brushing her skin carefully.
Teasing tits is basically like tickling—stimulate gently.
Grabbing flesh for texture is just good for the guy.
Of course, info I'd picked up from communities.
Didn't matter if it was true. Right now, deploy every bit of knowledge to arouse her.
Goal: Implant the best memory so she'll let me next time too.
I teased her skin like tickling with full effort.
"Ah, what the hell."
"Hold still. Let me try everything I want."
Gently on the areola, soft not rough.
Goosebumps on her areola—is it ticklish?
Exactly what I wanted. I avoided the nipple, stroking the whole breast along the skin texture.
"Hut, ah. Tickles hng... so much."
That's not a ticklish voice.
Jo Ayoung had spat out the glans she was holding and was biting her lower lip, gripping the base tight.
Her crazy expression was fucking sexy.
Guess my hand skills aren't half bad.
"How's this? Feels good, right?"
"Hng. Can't you just touch normally? Why tease?"
Because that's the fun part.
You wild ones who just dive in when desire hits wouldn't get it.
The fruit tastes sweeter after building anticipation and frustration.
Like how I'd endured 2 years of ignoring and finally claimed these tits.
"Hut, ha. Hng. Wait. Just wait."
Jo Ayoung had forgotten about the blowjob, head on my groin, obediently taking the teasing.
Her tight grip on my dick hid her eyes.
Did she know that made it hotter? Born succubus.
"Enough teasing. Hng. Just touch."
"I am touching."
"No! You can grab hard now, stop the frustrating shit!"
Finally, Jo Ayoung surrendered first.
But the first surrender is a trap.
Fake submission just to escape. Never fall for it.
Something I'd read in an erotic novel once.
"Hut! Hey, li-hang. Can't you hear? Hng. Pervy otaku!"
I swept my five fingers gathered together up the areola. Avoiding the nipple as much as possible.
Lucky it's inverted—hard to touch by accident.
Though it seemed a bit erect now.
When my finger occasionally grazed the nipple, Jo Ayoung's hips jerked with a moan.
"Hng, you're insane. Hat. Hey... hng. Stop."
Her sensitivity's off the charts. I heard big tits have low sensitivity.
Did she develop them masturbating?
Trembling under my touch, she turned her head to stifle moans, burying her nose in my base.
After a silent moment, she quietly stuck out her tongue and licked the base.
Lick.
"Eut, hey. Where you licking?"
Electric thrill up my spine.
She always said she'd bite before licking during blowjobs, never touching my balls.
Now she was meekly licking with her nose buried.
This is the power of a guy good in bed.
Her volunteering for stuff she wouldn't do before? Immense conquest rush.
Unable to hold back the pleasure from below anymore, I finally pinched the nipple I'd been saving.
The nipple hidden in the areola—I dug it out lightly with my fingers and squeezed.
"Hnguuut!!"
Just that, and Jo Ayoung arched her back into a bridge pose. Uncontrollable trembling hips, tongue stuck out straight.
I sent her off.
The girl.
With my hand.