The Sandwich Treatment
“Haa, Dajun….”
Chae Riji panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Clear saliva trickled from the corner of her mouth, and a damp, dewy sheen had gathered between her legs.
“Did it… feel good?”
She wiped her mouth with a swipe of her hand, looking up at him with flushed cheeks. Yang Dajun simply nodded, his hand gently stroking her hair.
“Ah, yeah. I’m glad.”
The image of the boy’s member kept flickering in her mind. The way Yang Dajun looked with his innocent expression while she patted his head, contrasted with the sheer size of his anatomy—it was more than enough to stir a woman’s heart. Chae Riji blushed, smoothing her hand over her lower abdomen.
‘Dajun… I thought he was just a cute, innocent boy. I didn’t realize he had such an intense side to him….’
A deep crimson flush crept up her neck. With a soft, satisfied chuckle, she braced her knees and stood up. She glanced sideways at Lee Yurim, who was pacing back and forth, and thought to herself:
‘Yurim-sunbae said she’s his childhood friend. But I’m not just going to sit back and watch. I’m going to get closer to Dajun.’
The fact that Yurim was a school senior a year older than her wasn’t enough to intimidate Chae Riji. She was small, but bold.
While Chae Riji clenched her fists with determination, Lee Yurim was left to fret alone.
‘Damn it.’
Watching Chae Riji fix her disheveled hair, she thought, ‘Should I grow my hair out too?’
Watching the younger girl bite a hair tie and pull her hair back into a ponytail, she wondered, ‘Come to think of it, Yang Dajun… I’ve never asked if he likes long hair.’
She frantically racked her brain, retracing every memory she had. Lee Yurim recalled what had happened just moments ago.
‘That girl, Chae Riji. She just sat down right there, tied her hair into pigtails… she’s being way more aggressive than I thought.’
When she had crouched in front of Yang Dajun, Yurim’s eyes had widened in shock. When Riji had taken his hands and pressed them against her pigtails, Yurim’s jaw had dropped.
Entranced by those words, Yang Dajun had begun to stroke the base of her pigtails. Alienated from the two, Lee Yurim felt a sharp ache in the back of her neck.
‘What are you doing, Yang Dajun!’
Instead of stopping her, Yang Dajun stood there blankly, his hands moving on their own. From the side, the posture between Yang Dajun and Chae Riji looked incredibly suggestive.
[“Uhh….”]
Every time Yang Dajun stroked her hair, Chae Riji’s lips would part.
[“Right there….”]
Every time he pushed his fingers deep and pressed down—*press, press*—the girl’s body would tremble faintly. He would stroke her like that, then pull her toward him.
[“Hyaak…!”]
Chae Riji couldn’t help but let out a lewd moan in front of the boy she liked. Yang Dajun just blinked, looking as if he didn’t understand what was happening, while Chae Riji, having abandoned all sense of feminine pride, silently offered up her head.
Lee Yurim clenched her fists as she watched them.
‘Damn it, Yang Dajun. Do you have any idea how you look right now?’
He was a boy, sure, but was he really allowed to touch a girl’s hair like that? Lee Yurim glared at the girl in front of her, uncharacteristically bitter.
‘And Chae Riji… is she doing this on purpose?’
Her mouth was hanging open, she was drooling—why on earth would she make a face like that? Lee Yurim knew that any woman worth her salt practiced the kind of “feminine” expressions one should make in front of a man they liked. Letting their focus drift, drawing a soft curve with their lips, or sometimes locking eyes with intensity to dominate the man.
These were things Lee Yurim had never felt the need to do.
‘Tsk….’
While Lee Yurim was nursing her bitterness, Chae Riji stood up and made another preemptive strike.
‘Dajun seems to like my breasts.’
She could vaguely sense other people’s feelings. Yang Dajun was looking at her and Lee Yurim with a similar gaze.
‘I don’t know what’s so great about these breasts, but…?’
That innocent, unwavering gaze had been devoid of any agitation. Recalling that, Chae Riji spoke to Yang Dajun.
“Dajun.”
“Yeah?”
“Do you want to touch my breasts, too?”
She had no intention of waiting around. Before he could even answer, she grabbed his hands.
“How is it?”
She pressed Yang Dajun’s hands against her perky breasts and asked, “Do you like it?”
“Yeah….”
Yang Dajun nodded and began to move his hands. At first, he seemed hesitant, but now he was kneading them as if he were shaping dough. Even as he gripped them firmly, Chae Riji just smiled brightly.
“Ah….”
Yang Dajun struggled to keep his lips shut, managing his expression.
‘This is freaking amazing.’
Even if he glanced around, there was no one to criticize him. It was a world where he could touch them openly.
‘Well, it’s not like anyone ever made a big deal out of women touching a guy’s arm muscles, anyway.’
The soft sensation felt like it was melting his very brain. He was just touching a girl, but his entire body felt like it was dissolving, his tension fading as time slowed to a crawl.
Lee Yurim, watching from the side, was burning with jealousy.
‘Damn it, I can’t even say anything.’
Why was she so jealous just because he was touching a girl’s breasts? Lee Yurim felt troubled, her heart feeling heavy with emotions that didn’t match her usual personality.
Even looking around, the occasional passerby just gave them a glance and moved on. A couple walked past, talking.
“Why are you doing that? Looking at another woman instead of me.”
“…Honey, you really need to work out.”
“I-I’m pretty average, you know!”
The man poked his flustered girlfriend’s chest. When the man turned away, looking displeased, the woman glared at Yang Dajun’s group with eyes full of resentment.
“Hmph.”
“Wait up!”
Watching the woman scurry after her boyfriend, Yang Dajun’s group laughed awkwardly. Perhaps having heard the word “work out,” Chae Riji scratched her head and muttered to herself.
“Ahaha…. I’m worried because I’ve gained some weight lately. Maybe I should lose some.”
“No.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t you dare lose any.”
Yang Dajun vehemently forbade her. He wore a rare, serious expression as he trailed off, saying, “You haven’t gained any weight….”
‘What do I do? Dajun is just too kind.’
Chae Riji just assumed he was saying that out of politeness.
“Uhh, I guess men wouldn’t really know, but… anyway.”
Women had their own unique worries, after all. Yang Dajun’s thoughts reached that conclusion just in time.
‘True. Men have times when they worry about their own bellies or muscles, too.’
But the girl in front of him had nothing to worry about. Yang Dajun pinched her side as a surprise.
“Hyaak!”
“Heh.”
“Ah, what are you doing?”
Chae Riji twisted her body, feeling ticklish.
“Hmm, you don’t have any fat.”
“Did you pinch me because you thought I was fat? You scared me, Dajun.”
“Yeah, you haven’t gained any weight.”
“Really? Well, that’s a relief. Actually, I have been working out lately.”
Just in case I had gained a bit, you know. Chae Riji started looking over her own body as she said that.
“Hmm.”
She touched her own breasts.
“Hmm.”
She grabbed the fat on her belly.
She even poked her sides.
Naturally, to Yang Dajun, there was no problem at all.
‘She says she’s working out. Since she brought it up, she might show off her muscles like a guy would.’
He watched Chae Riji as she boasted about how she did it and how many hours a day she spent on it.
‘Is she going to flex her biceps and ask me to touch them?’
That wasn’t it. Chae Riji spread her legs to shoulder-width, then stood at an angle, looking at Yang Dajun.
“Dajun.”
‘What is it?’
She bent her waist slightly and asked, “Is working out not as effective as I thought…?”
‘It seems pretty effective to me….’
He had been worried she’d show off muscles like a man, but instead, she was showing off her hip-up. She did it very subtly, so as not to be too blatant.
‘But that makes it even hotter.’
The subtle curve she drew made his pulse race. Her carefully cultivated physique drew a blank expression from him. He held his breath and slowly scanned the beauty’s body.
“Haa….”
Seeing that, Lee Yurim had no choice but to get desperate.
“Yang Dajun?”
She called his name abruptly and began an awkward act.
“Ah. W-what do I do?”
Lee Yurim approached Yang Dajun and said, “Yang Dajun, g-get a hold of yourself.”
“Uh….”
She turned Yang Dajun’s face toward her, reading the lines like a script. Sweat beaded on Lee Yurim’s palms as she held his cheeks. The boy was just too innocent. What was she supposed to do with him?
‘Oh, I don’t even know anymore.’
Lee Yurim squeezed her eyes shut and said, “Hey, Yang Dajun!”
“Why….”
“You like my breasts, don’t you!”
After saying that, she buried Yang Dajun’s face into her chest.
“Hup…!”
“Dajun!”
A startled Chae Riji lunged from behind as well.
“Huuuup…!”
Suddenly, his body was trapped between two beauties. He had become a sandwich, pressed by large breasts from both the front and the back.
Lee Yurim and Chae Riji grabbed Yang Dajun as if competing with each other.
“Yang Dajun, you need to pull yourself together. Take a deep breath.”
“Dajun? Look at me. I’ll let you touch them more.”
They hugged him toward themselves, pressing him firmly with their soft breasts. As the girls, who had a difference in physique, tried to hold him, his heels lifted off the ground in the confusion.
‘Wow….’
Is this… heaven?
He felt like he was melting away. He relaxed his entire body and went limp, letting them do as they pleased. To the two women, he must have looked like he had lost all his strength.
“Hey, Yang Dajun?”
“What do we do, Dajun!”
Lee Yurim furrowed her brows, asking with concern, “Yang Dajun, are you okay?”
‘Am I okay…?’
He whispered into Lee Yurim’s ear.
“Yurim, what do I do?”
“W-why, what is it?”
“I….”
After hesitating, he whispered, “My dick is standing up….”
Lee Yurim’s eyes went wide with shock.
“Ha….”
She bit her lip as if trying to suppress something, then breathed heavily and said, “Yang Dajun.”