Chapter 6
Jo Yu-mi, the busty clubroom senior—a '21 freshman despite being the same age as me—had strangled my neck right from that initial encounter.
"Now it's time for you to give your name, right?"
"Yep. I'm Kim Seonghwan, Apple Department, class of '23."
"Oh, a freshman? Looking for a club already? Good on you."
"Yeah... but as you can see on my face, I took a third gap year, so I'm 22."
"That's why you're a freshman."
"Right. But my age is—"
"Not a freshman?"
"...Yes, I am."
Only then did Yu-mi, looking satisfied, finally release the arm draped around my neck. She scanned me up and down, nodded, and muttered something cryptic.
"Hmm... nice... good."
"Huh?"
Ignoring my reaction, Yu-mi suddenly grabbed my wrist.
"Alright, let's go in."
"Huh? Wait, where? Hey? Hold on!"
Undeterred by my resistance, she steadfastly opened the club room door and dragged me inside.
Fuck, what kind of girl has grip strength like that...
The club room was surprisingly tidy. A bulky old desktop computer and a few laptops sat on the central table, papers neatly stacked beside them. The walls were lined with scenic photos.
Whoa... what's this? Dabotap? Seokgatap? Nice models. Does that computer even run? Looks ancient. Hmm... the floor's so soft... squishy?
My ankle caught on the large mat covering the floor.
"Hey? You gotta take your shoes off before stepping on that mat."
"Ah, got it."
While I was dazedly taking in the room after being dragged in, Yu-mi rummaged around and shoved a paper in front of me.
"Here. Membership form."
"Membership? On this paper?"
"What, you wanna pinky swear instead?"
"No, I haven't decided yet."
"I've decided for you, so it's fine."
"......"
As I gaped in shock, Yu-mi impatiently dragged a chair over and sat right next to me.
"Okay, here. Name first. Skip the hanja. Not 'cause you can't write it, but we won't be able to read it. Ugh, this form's from decades ago—'tradition' my ass."
As she explained, her body tilted closer until we were pressed together.
Squish.
Gah!
I barely suppressed the urge to glance down at the soft sensation against my elbow, steeling myself with sheer willpower. If I looked, she'd notice, and it'd get awkward. I desperately fought my instincts.
"Urk."
I hadn't noticed when she'd first wrapped her arm around my neck from behind amid the chaos. But now I realized her oversized sweater strained massively at the chest, like it was about to burst.
Huge... so huge.
As she gestured at the paper, her breasts jiggled rhythmically, brushing my arm. My dick twitched in response.
Throb, throb.
Twisting to hide my growing bulge, Yu-mi paused her explanation and eyed me suspiciously.
"What're you doing?"
Shit, caught?
"Ah... well, you see."
"I'm explaining it myself and you're not focusing? Got ants in your pants?"
"N-no... uh, my stomach hurts. Gotta hit the bathroom. Haha..."
"...We're on the third floor—only women's restroom here. Go down to the second."
With her permission, I awkwardly clutched my stomach, hiding my erection as I shuffled toward the door.
"Hey, Kim Seonghwan."
She called out loudly as I hobbled away in my uncomfortable pose. I turned in panic.
"You forgot your phone."
"Huh? Why my phone?"
"In case you run away."
"......"
For a split second, I pictured a cult restraining someone for forced indoctrination and seriously considered bolting.
Fuck... I was just gonna live my loner life. Why'd I stick my neck out and get hit by this bolt from the blue?
"Hand it over."
"Yes ma'am."
I couldn't stall in this position any longer and compromised with reality.
Outside, I calmed myself in the bathroom until the erection subsided. It shouldn't have taken long, but Yu-mi's jiggling breasts kept flashing in my mind.
Day two of no fap and I'm this weak to stimulus, Kim Seonghwan? She's just a regular woman in layers of clothes. Just a college girl with big tits... no, fuck, but does it have to be that big?
Among the women I'd seen, I'd always thought Lee Yeon noona had the biggest chest. We'd even gone to a waterpark together in high school, so I could gauge it up close. Every guy—married, single, grandpas—stole glances at her. Sure, her face was stunning, but swimsuits reveal figures first.
After my growth spurt, I'd gone to pools with her a few times, and I'd bet my life her body was unmatched. Lee Hyun was close, but her boobs couldn't top Yeon noona's.
But today, in this obscure club room with its weird name, I met something beyond.
If Yeon noona's a melon, Yu-mi sunbae is a watermelon?
Melons on top of melons, massive tits on top of huge ones.
After deep breaths to regain my peace, I opened the club door.
"I'm back... huff. Urk. Sunbae, my phone!"
Seeing Yu-mi tapping away on my smartphone, my hard-won calm shattered.
I rushed over and snatched it back.
"Why are you going through my phone?"
She waved it off lazily, like it was nothing.
"Jeez, making a fuss over nothing. Got some dirty videos hidden?"
"No, it's just... we met today, and you're snooping."
"God, relax. I just added my number and invited you to the club group chat. You were taking forever in the bathroom, so I did it for you."
"Invited me? I didn't even fill out the form."
"It's fine. I'm vice president. Just go say hi in the chat."
"...."
Shameless. Fucking shameless. But so damn pretty.
Now facing her properly, I took in Yu-mi's striking features. From the side earlier, I'd chalked it up to bold eyeliner and makeup amping her vibe.
Her facial features are just that defined.
Long lashes, thick brows. Slightly droopy eyes with upturned corners—seductively decadent.
Gulp.
No. Fuck, snap out of it.
"Sorry, but can I back out? I didn't finish the form, and this place isn't what I—"
"Nope!"
She cut me off, shoving the half-filled form into a cabinet like no arguments allowed.
Flabbergasted by her high-handedness, I lashed out.
"Why not!"
"'Cause I said so."
I couldn't close my gaping mouth, then rallied for a counter.
"I just won't show up, problem solved."
"Pfft, hahaha."
She smirked at my rebellion, wagging her index finger side to side.
"You don't do department stuff, do you?"
"......"
"Tsk tsk. Total tragic soul shuttling between library and lectures."
"That has nothing to do with quitting the club."
"Sigh... listen up. Don't chase far-off dreams or erase yourself. Let college life seep in close, bit by bit."
Seeing my confused face, she grinned warmly.
"College is nothing special. You make one friend, then two, and suddenly they're your whole college life. Studies are your duty, but life is life, right? Your life. Human connections root it. Don't look far. If department life's awkward, start here."
Even now, her advice felt more comforting than any famous quote.
After that, whenever we met, Yu-mi sunbae would playfully choke my neck and pester me, but when needed, she'd buy me a drink and quietly listen or advise— the perfect senior cheering me on.
Of course, her signature violent curves gave me strength just by looking.
But has her figure gotten even more savage? She doesn't look heavier.
Meeting after so long, she naturally wrapped around my neck, hugging tighter as if closing the gap time had made—like pro wrestling.
Her massive chest smothered my face. I could barely breathe.
Urk, can't breathe... boobs, boobs...
Students passing the library entrance stared oddly at our intense embrace, freezing when they saw Yu-mi's enormous tits rubbing my face.
Shock. Envy. Jealousy.
Hostile glares from guys at the entrance ignited toward me.
You fuckers, I'm suffocating here— that jealous? Gah!
Yu-mi squeezed one last time, pushing me to the brink, then released.
"Huff huff huff... fuck, sunbae."
"Fuck? After so long, you think I'm easy now? What'd I say? Call me noona."
"But we're the same age..."
"Shut it. Your birthday's after mine."
Rubbing my sore neck, I noticed her long straight hair cascading past her shoulders. Her sharp features made the glossy black strands pop.
"Whoa, Yu-mi sunbae, you grew out your hair?"
"Huh? Oh... this? Change of pace. Whaddya think?"
"Ooooh... doesn't quite fit your image but it's pretty?"
"Brat, what's my 'image'?"
"Like... sporty short hair type?"
"...Is that a compliment for a girl?"
Her eyes sharpened, arm tensing. I quickly pivoted.
Getting smothered in those huge tits was every guy's dream—and secretly mine too—but at the busy library entrance, bad rumors could spread.
"Even if you ask me... I like long hair on girls anyway, so it looks pretty to me."
Having watched Yeon noona so long, glossy long hair had carved itself into my ideal type.
Comparing other girls to my crush might seem cruel, but I couldn't help it. I tried seeing girls for themselves, erasing Yeon noona from my heart, but old habits died hard.
At my first meeting with Yesul, when things warmed up, I'd blurted it out staring at her long hair.
Whoa... your long straight hair is so glossy and pretty.
Huh? Oh, uh... thanks?
Yeah, for real. Guess 'cause long-haired girls are my type?
Yun-su's warning cough followed. I knew I'd slipped but didn't regret it—or want to take it back. Secretly, I hoped Yesul kept that shiny style. It suited her that much.
Of course, I never dreamed it'd get Rapunzel-level long.
Hmm... but Yu-mi sunbae rocks long hair surprisingly well?
Twirling her hard-earned locks at my praise, her face flushed slightly from the effort of choking me.
Gazing at her, I realized a hairstyle change could transform a woman's image.
Who knew? Never pictured Yu-mi sunbae with long hair, but damn, it suits her.