Please Let Me Touch Your Chest (2)
Our eyes met. Still half-asleep, Sophia's unfocused gaze drifted back and forth between my arm and her own chest.
"I haven't touched them yet."
"You were going to? Weren't you just trying to pull the blanket over me?"
I'd misspoken. The atmosphere turned strange in an instant. Sophia slowly brought a hand to her chest—and discovered Cheonsol's hand resting there.
"Huh? Wait. That wasn't a dream? No—it must be a dream. Cheonsol is touching my chest."
"That's right. It's a dream."
I blurted it out on reflex, and it was a pretty good lie. She was still too groggy to judge the situation properly, so I might as well sell her on the dream angle.
"I've already fondled Sophia's chest enough to get bored of it, so now I'm going for Cheonsol's."
"What?!"
I'd only meant to lay some groundwork, but Sophia reacted far more intensely than expected. She shoved Cheonsol's hand off her chest, then shook her own—her slip had slid halfway down, baring pale, creamy skin.
"Not Cheonsol's—m-my chest..."
"Can I touch them? You get embarrassed just from holding hands, Sophia. Never mind. I've already bitten, sucked, and groped Cheonsol's chest all over, so a little more should be fine. You can just watch."
I made a show of kneading Cheonsol's breasts. The sensation of touching them through thin sleepwear was a little special. Bare skin was springy and clingy; fabric was soft and smooth.
"Nnh..."
My hand grazed her nipple and Cheonsol stirred in her sleep. Sophia, who'd been watching in a daze, snatched my wrist.
"Touch me! Not Cheonsol—your goddess's chest!"
"How assertive. If only you were like this in real life. When you wake up, make sure you let the real Yohan touch them too."
"That's a little... embarrassing..."
She really thought this was a dream. Why was our goddess so naive? I obliged her wish and touched her chest.
Soft.
My hand sank into those massive breasts. For a moment I nearly lost all self-control. Did this texture even exist in the real world? Nothing I had ever touched compared.
Every breast I'd known until now had been a fake. Flat-chested Evrande. Cheonsol, sporting a C-cup bigger than average, had been excellent—but Sophia's chest was truly...
Thank god I'd wished for sex with her as my reward. Without that, I would have gone my whole life never knowing this sensation.
"Well done, past me..."
"Even in a dream, Yohan spouts nonsense. S-so how are my breasts...?"
Sophia turned her gaze away, ears flushed bright red. I gave her my honest review.
"They're soft and squishy enough to kill me."
"W-why? Why would you die?"
"Because I'm too happy."
I wriggled my fingers and plunged them deep into her cleavage. The sheer luxury of being engulfed by those voluptuous breasts! I was so moved that tears streamed down my face.
"I try to hold back my tears, but before I know it—streaming down my face. Streaaaaming."
A classic hit from the twenty-first century! Overcome with emotion, I let crocodile tears roll free, and Sophia panicked.
"Huh? Wha—? That's weird. Is it because this is a dream? Why is Yohan crying? I've never seen him cry before... It's cute."
So she had a thing for crying men? Then I'd better cry harder. Keeping her eyes locked on my face, I slowly shifted my hand.
Target: the nipple. Where on these enormous breasts were the nipples attached? What shape were they? Pointy? Teardrop? Not the big-pie type, surely?
Like an inn beside a train station clinging to travelers and begging them to rest a while, the breast flesh held on as I parted it—until at last I found a nipple. I carefully mapped its shape, and Sophia covered her chest.
"Nnh!"
Our eyes met—hers startled. Those pupils, bobbing like duckweed on water, gradually settled and fixed on me.
"Yohan."
"Yes."
"This isn't a dream, is it?"
"No. It is a dream."
Sophia pinched her own cheek.
"Ow!"
Ah. So this is how I get caught. Time for my ultimate secret technique.
"Hush-a-bye, hush-a-bye, our little goddess. Hush-a-bye, hush-a-bye. The goddess said she doesn't like jajangmyeon."
"If you don't want to die, take your hand off. Three. Two."
I yanked my hand away just before she hit one. Unable to forget that soft sensation, I twisted my fingers around in the air, and Sophia sighed.
"I figured our Yohan would do something like this, but to think he actually would. How should I kill him so he dies comfortably?"
Sophia had gotten angry plenty of times, but I'd never seen her this calm. They say when rage climbs all the way to the top of your head, you go quiet instead.
So it was real. Better stop joking around.
"Please spare me."
"Grr! Stay right there!"
Sophia yanked Cheonsol's sword from beside the bed. Wait—was she actually going to kill me?
"Yohan, stay put!"
"Catch me if you can~"
Why was my mouth running on its own? I should have been apologizing, not pouring gasoline on the fire.
"If I catch you, you die!"
Cheonsol woke from the best sleep she'd had in a long time. Back in her homeland, elders and assassins constantly scheming to seize the cult leader's seat had kept her from proper rest, and Absolu's domain had been far too noisy for decent sleep—so this was a long-overdue deep slumber.
"Mmm~"
She stretched luxuriously, then realized the other two were gone.
Master must have gone back to her room. Is Yohan in the workshop?
She checked the workshop, door shut tight—no Yohan. Morning training, maybe? A powerhouse who'd trained his body enough to beat her would obviously keep a disciplined regimen.
As the loser, she couldn't afford to be lazy. Just finish her tasks and head out.
"Lan-lan-i. Did you pass the night well?"
Beside the egg lay a handkerchief she hadn't seen yesterday. Not quite on par with the tributes that used to be offered to a cult leader, but a rather fine handkerchief all the same.
So even while pretending not to care, he'd been thinking of his child. Truly a considerate man. If he didn't occasionally spout insane nonsense, he'd be first-rate husband material.
"Lan-lan-i. Your father is truly kind. How wonderful it would have been if this lady had parents like him."
Cheonsol carefully polished Cheon Lan-lan's shell. Egg-sized, it cleaned up quickly, but she kept rubbing for several more minutes out of affection.
"This lady shall be a good mother. So grow up big and strong for me."
While she was at it, she tended to Alali beside her as well.
"Alali. You'll probably hatch first. Though you are not this lady's child, I shall treat you the same as Lan-lan-i. So do not worry."
Alali was several times larger than Lan-lan-i, so it took longer. What species' offspring was this huge? Had he mated with a giant or something?
Knowing Yohan, it's possible.
A man mad enough that even the martial world had never seen his like would absolutely have charged at a giant. After thirty minutes of loving care, Cheonsol stepped outside.
And came face-to-face with Yohan dangling from a sword that had pinned his clothes through.
"Cheonsol. Sleep well?"
"This lady slept well. But what is the Mad Demon doing? A new training method?"
"Something like that."
"A training method befitting the Mad Demon. A technique no normal human would dare even imagine. Must this lady follow suit as well?"
"Why are you taking Yohan's nonsense seriously?"
Sophia appeared. Striding over like a giant, she scooped Cheonsol up and pulled her away from Yohan.
"Yohan is being punished right now."
"Punished... is it? What wrong did the Mad Demon commit?"
"He touched my chest."
"Hoh."
A minion who fondled his master's chest. Anyone else and she'd have dismissed it as a lie—but this was Yohan, so the credibility shot up.
"Mad Demon. How did it come to this?"
"Sophia gave me permission."
"Is that true?"
Unbelievable. A master who permitted her minion to touch her chest? Her own former master, Absolu, had refused even to glance at his minions, claiming they weren't of matching rank.
Even if he was kind, could kindness go that far? No.
"You gave permission and then punished him?"
"Yohan tricked me! I thought it was a dream!"
"So in the dream, you granted permission?"
"Huh?"
Sophia froze. When she'd been scolding Yohan, she'd been too angry about being deceived to think it through—but she had, in fact, given permission to touch her chest.
"Th-that's right?"
"Sophia is truly kind."
Sophia froze again.
Is this kid buttering me up?
She'd left Yohan in that state and Cheonsol still called her kind. Guilt crept in.
Even if she'd mistaken it for a dream, she shouldn't have given permission. All because of those useless fantasies yesterday.
"Mad Demon. Are you all right?"
"Status: Fresh and Sizzling."
"Still speaking in incomprehensible riddles—so you must be fine. Sophia. May this lady release the Mad Demon?"
"Mmh."
Watching Cheonsol look after Yohan put Sophia on alert. Even a mere beast preferred whoever took its side. Yohan was human, but his thought process was beast-level—so he'd end up liking Cheonsol more than her.
To repair the relationship, Sophia needed to apologize.
"Um, Yohan. I-I'm..."
"I'm?"
"I'm sorry..."
"You're sorry? I've already been wounded in my heart. Mama Cheonsol... comfort me..."
Yohan nuzzled his face into Cheonsol's chest. Cheonsol sighed and patted him.
"You are just like a baby. Ignoring reason, moving only on instinct. Is this lady's bosom that pleasant?"
"Mama..."
A sense of crisis hit Sophia and she cried out.
"I'm sorry, Yohan! I was wrong, so please forgive me..."
"Then can you grant me one request?"
"Of course."
"Se—"
"That's not allowed."
Yohan clicked his tongue.
"Then please let me touch your chest."