Pre-Work Healing Boobs
Ever since Riyeon and I started dating, the words I found myself saying most often were probably these:
Why? How come? Or—that's weird.
Today, I kicked things off with the youngest of the three.
Weird.
Why were there clothes in Riyeon's house that fit me perfectly? How come?
Damn. Somehow I used all three.
It was weird enough that I needed all three.
Weird enough to snap my half-asleep, dream-dazed mind wide awake.
"Riyeon."
No point stewing over it alone. I just asked her.
"How did you know my size?"
"Mmm… that?"
Riyeon, who'd been clinging to my back with her face buried against me, nuzzled her cheek into me. She'd spent the whole night calling my name and claimed she hadn't slept properly because of it.
"When I stayed at your place, I opened your closet and checked."
"When? Day? Night?"
"Both."
Chilling.
Even the method itself was far too simple and natural.
I picked up my phone and checked the time.
7:26.
Compared to yesterday it was practically sleeping in, but I was still starved for sleep.
All because of the bedding laundry.
Ugh. My condition had been shot since Tuesday.
This was going to be a brutal week.
"Riyeon."
"Mm…."
"How long does it take to drive to the office?"
"A little under twenty minutes…."
Wow. A commute under twenty minutes. I was jealous.
Mine ran about an hour door to door.
Even so, it wasn't a margin we could afford to take lightly. For both of us to get ready, an hour was razor-thin.
"Riyeon, get up. We need to wash."
"You go first…. I wanna sleep a little more."
"I'm a morning shower guy."
"That's the good one."
Why?
What about it is good?
How come it's good?
Asking a girl already snoring softly would only get me some catastrophic answer. Better just wash up.
A cold shower would snap me awake.
Yeah~. Nope. I just stood there for twenty minutes under the hot water.
Warm water really is the best~.
"Whoa!"
I came out toweling my hair and found Riyeon standing right in front of the bathroom. Still half-asleep, eyes closed, head tipped to one side.
"Riyeon, what are you doing?"
"…Are you done washing?"
"Huh? Yeah."
"Then."
Riyeon threw both arms wide open. The crisp, ramrod-straight posture she struck made me mirror her without thinking. The towel in my hands went flying and landed on her head.
Her eyes cracked half-open.
"Oppa smell…!"
"What, is my scent some kind of stimulant?"
"Yeon-exclusive infinite power source. Confirmed."
"Infinite is overselling it."
"Not infinite—permanent?"
"So what are you even doing?"
At that, Riyeon thrust her chest out.
"Healing time. For Oppa."
"Healing?"
"You worked so hard yesterday."
She pushed her chest out even farther.
"Wanna touch my boobs?"
For the record, Riyeon's sleepwear was the boyfriend-shirt look—no bottoms. She probably actually wasn't wearing any. And the buttons over the chest of that shirt were already gone. Why and how they'd vanished remained a mystery. A few possibilities came to mind, all of them so lewd they were fun to imagine.
"No."
Riyeon shoved her waist even farther forward.
"I'll hug you with my boobs."
"Uh… why?"
"I told you."
And finally she rolled her shoulders back.
"Because Oppa worked so hard, I'm gonna heal you."
Pop. Ting!
The last button still clinging to the top of the shirt couldn't withstand the sheer presence of her chest and tore free. It traced a beautiful arc, grazed my temple, and crashed to the floor shouting good luck at me as it went.
Bolstered by its cheer, I looked straight ahead. The sleep shirt that had already shown a deep valley now exposed the full round curve of the inner side of her breasts as well.
So she was the type who looked thin when she was dressed.
There was a serious sense of weight to them. That weight was clearly putting her neck and shoulders through hell.
"Here."
Still holding her arms open, Riyeon grabbed the edges of the shirt collar and pulled them farther apart, baring more skin.
"Come on in."
It was morning. My head was fuzzy. That was why. If it had been midday—hell, if I'd just had a single cup of coffee—I wouldn't have done it.
Don't make excuses.
And this was a fair trade.
You touched Riyeon's dick last time too.
And for a second yesterday.
Reason and emotion spoke in perfect unison.
Ah. Right.
I'd already given something first.
So there was nothing to hesitate about, was there?
I wanted to be comforted too.
My face pushed into the space between Riyeon's breasts.
"Hngh…!"
Riyeon drew a soft breath. In that narrow space I savored, with both cheeks, the living proof of those soft, warm masses of flesh.
Not just soft.
Cozy.
Enormous.
And fragrant.
Without meaning to, I closed my eyes and breathed in the scent of her cleavage. From a woman just woken from sleep, from breasts at their fullest, came a fragrance that melted the inside of my skull into something warm and liquid.
Sniff—
"Mmh… that tickles."
Even as she grumbled, Riyeon patted and stroked my back.
"Can Oppa hear it?"
She lifted her left breast herself and pressed it to my ear and cheek. The soft warmth made me feel like I could fall asleep again even though I'd just showered.
"Can Oppa hear it?"
"Yeah. I hear it."
The sound of Riyeon's racing heart. Fast and powerful.
"Riyeon, are you turned on?"
"Yeah. I'm wet again."
"You said you're always wet."
"Wetter than always."
Her breath tickled the crown of my head.
What even were a woman's breasts?
How could two big lumps of flesh give a man the strength to get through the day?
Just being big was pretty amazing on its own.
Part of me wanted to gently toy with her nipples and suck on them, a filthy urge I held back. We'd drawn a line because we were still in the dating stage, but that line was one we could cross whenever we wanted. We were just being careful with each other; there was no absolute rule saying we couldn't be bold.
Even so, the reason I couldn't be bold right now was simple: the person in front of me was Riyeon.
If I started gently playing with her nipples and sucking on them here, it was blindingly obvious she'd go off the rails in a whole new way from yesterday. She wouldn't let me leave for work or for home; she'd keep me in the bedroom all day at minimum and wring me dry.
Getting wrung dry was fine. Every guy has that fantasy somewhere.
What truly terrified me was not knowing what shape or form Riyeon's rampage would take after that day was over. If I could predict it, I'd at least brace myself and go for it—but I had no leads, no data, nothing to calculate with.
On top of that, this girl seemed to be constantly watching for the perfect angle to kidnap and imprison me, which made me even more reluctant.
Still, just being held like this and breathing in Riyeon's scent was such incredible therapy that the regret stayed small.
"I like Oppa this much."
"I like you too."
"Nnh…!"
Whoa. Her heartbeat got even stronger.
"Ha… one more time."
"I like you."
"Hic! With my name. Just one more…."
"I like you, Riyeon."
"…Oppa, want to take a personal day today?"
"If the HR guy takes a same-day leave, he's a bad example for everyone else."
"You only need to be a good example for me."
"That's how you end up like the team leader."
"Uuuuuugh… I hate how much work sucks!"
"Hey. Watch your language."
"Uuuuuugh… I hate work!"
"There. That's pretty."
I lifted my head and kissed her.
Riyeon's face completely melted. Even in the middle of the kiss I could feel her tongue hovering at the edge of coming out to meet mine, hesitating.
Hmm. But today the kiss itself was packed with a weirdly heated texture from the start?
The movement was different. Through yesterday it had been light and fresh; now it was thoroughly sensual.
"Time to wash up."
"…Okay."
Somehow Riyeon looked more disappointed than I did. I was disappointed too, but our prep time was genuinely on the brink.
Dual-income couples must have it rough. Even when things heat up, once it's time for work you have to forcibly stop, cool off, and head to the office. People say that stuff disappears after the honeymoon period, but if it's like this even at the peak of the fire, it has to be hell.
Thinking about it that way, I kind of understood how Riyeon felt, forced to hold her desire in check.
But she was the one who declared we were dating first. Even if I wanted to go further, I had no experience, so I needed a lot of studying before I knew how to move.
Speaking of which, Riyeon had been in there a while and still wasn't coming out.
"Riyeon, almost done?"
"Just a sec. I'm gonna smell the leftover Oppa-scent a little more and then start showering."
She still hasn't washed?!
"Just wash your face and brush your teeth and get out! We only have twenty minutes left!"
"Can't I smell it for twenty more minutes?"
"Yu Riyeon!"
It had been a roller coaster since morning. If this was how it went, even living with Riyeon would make every single day a war. For someone like me who preferred a routine life, way too many variables were already piling up. I was exhausted.
"If we leave now, how long will it take?"
"Don't worry so much. Traffic's actually lighter around now. If we catch the lights right, ten minutes flat."
"We're cutting it close."
"We might be a little late."
"Riyeon, I'm in HR. If I can't keep the rules myself and then tell other people to be good, all I hear is 'practice what you preach.'"
"Okay, okay."
"Let's go already."
"Okay. I'm gonna heal on the way too."
"What?"
We sat side by side in the driver's and passenger seats. Riyeon turned the key. I buckled my seatbelt. The nav screen lit up and the car rolled forward.
Then—
Her hand slid deep into the inside of my thigh.
"Excuse me? Miss Riyeon?"
"Stay still."
Riyeon cut off my protest with a sharp edge.
"I need to focus."
Focus on what, exactly?
Driving? Or groping my thigh?
While I sat there dumbfounded, Riyeon found my dick with supernatural accuracy where it rested politely on my thigh and began to stroke it gently.
Like a proper man, my cock started taking shape under her hand.