Please Let Me Touch Your Chest (3)

The moment I asked her to let me touch her chest, Sophia froze solid all over again. I waved my hand right in front of her face and she still didn't budge. Did that mean I was free to go for it?

I reached out carefully—only for Sophia to snap awake. Should've moved faster.

"Whaaat?!"

Sophia bounced a good ten centimeters higher than usual and clamped both arms around her chest. Watching those massive mounds of flesh jiggle like that, yeah—no wonder it hurt.

Even while she frantically tried to contain them, the soft flesh spilling out past her arms looked downright delicious. I wanted to latch on and go mama-suck-suck right then and there.

"Can I do the mama-suck-suck?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Then is touching okay?"

"Mmm… if it's just that…"

Yes! Perfect! That easy negotiation trick from the dating tips had landed clean. I spun my arms in big windmills and closed in on Sophia—only for Cheonsol to step in right behind her.

"Lady Sophia. This lady shall adjust your attire so that Mad Demon may touch more conveniently."

"What are you talking about?"

"I have never served as a maid myself, yet I have received such service from many. You need not worry."

Flap.

Cheonsol flicked her wrist. The hooks came free and the bra slid down. Through the thin fabric, her nipples sprang into sharp relief.

"Hyaat?!"

"Mad Demon. Now."

"I trusted you! I actually trusted Cheonsol!"

"I merely rendered service."

While Sophia was busy bickering with Cheonsol, I slipped my hand straight under her top. Her belly was softer than I'd expected. Barely any fat, yet still this plush? So this was the mystery of the female body.

I suddenly remembered those human-body exhibitions I saw as a kid. "Mystery of the female body" had always sounded pretty creepy. Let's just call it Sophia's magic soft belly instead.

"Hnnngh. That tickles."

"Aren't your breasts heavy? I'll hold them up for you."

"W-wait a second."

I ignored her almost nonexistent resistance and lifted them. That overwhelming weight. Heavier than a giant water balloon filled to bursting.

Earlier I'd only touched them from above, so I'd never felt this mass. Time ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to savor it properly.

"Lady Sophia has been bearing such a heavy burden all this time. Truly admirable."

"Hnn. It tickles, so sto—"

"Come to think of it, they say the underside of a woman's breasts carries a sweat scent. Allow me to give them a good sniff."

"Wait!!"

Before she could scold me further, I shoved my face straight under her clothes. Whoa. Her skin was incredible. Flawless white skin without a single blemish dazzled my eyes.

I burned the image of her cute navel into my memory and started climbing upward—only for Sophia to clamp down hard on my head.

"Don't. Don't do it…"

"Don't do what?"

"Don't smell…"

"Worry not. Lady Sophia carries only pleasant scents."

"How would Cheonsol even know that?"

"Yesterday, when you pulled me into your arms—"

"Hyaat! Hyaaaaah!!"

Sophia shrieked and thrashed. Her arms went weak. Opportunity!

I pushed through the pressure pinning my head and charged upward like a salmon fighting its way up a waterfall. I buried my nose deep between her cleavage and drew in a long, deep breath.

"Hnnngh. Haaaah."

"Hit?! Hihhihihit! That tickles!"

I'd expected sweat after the way she'd raged at me all night, but only good smells came through. Something like cotton-scented hand cream mixed with baby powder.

Either way, it was a scent that put the heart at ease.

"Sophia Mama…"

"You can't say thaaat! It tickles!!"

"Mad Demon. Didst thou not also call this lady 'Mama'? What exactly does that word mean?"

"Only a woman whose kindness and embrace call to mind a mother's arms can be called Mama."

"I shall take it as praise. It would please me if Lan-lan-i also called me Mama."

"No. That one's different."

She should be called Mom.

"I said don't talk!"

Sophia, barely holding back the ticklishness, started pounding my back. That went straight to the bone! When a man is hurt, he needs medicine. And the best medicine for a man is, of course, breasts.

There's even a saying that looking at breasts extends your lifespan. Cleavage filling my entire field of vision. Breast scent flooding my nose. The soft pressure of breasts crushing my face.

With the power of that holy trinity, I endured the pain!

"As expected of the ancient comfort staple…"

"W-wait, if you talk from there, hnnff—"

Couldn't even overcome a little tickling. Weak, Sophia. I lapped my tongue along her cleavage and reached out with the hand that had been resting.

Squish-squish.

"Hawawa. This is far too moving."

"Hihhihihihi!"

"Full-power breast kneading!"

"Hihhit. Hnn. Hnnff. Hnnngh."

Sophia kept alternating between laughter and soft moans. If I played this right, she might start taking the whole thing as pure pleasure. The first step toward sex is training her to climax from tickling alone.

I buried my hands deep in Sophia's breasts and gave her nipples little taps.

"Hnnit?! Wait, stop, that's enough now…"

Once a man draws his blade, he cuts the radish. Once you've touched the breasts, you take her all the way to climax.

I firmed up those soft, velvety nipples, then climbed higher along the curve. The moment I took both nipple and areola into my mouth in one go, Sophia shoved me away.

"Stop!"

"Crash!"

I threw in a full Hollywood stunt fall to earn some pity. It was good enough that even a soccer referee would've been fooled into giving Sophia a red card—except she hadn't been watching, so it was wasted.

"There's a mark left…"

Sophia peeked inside her clothes and made a teary face. Then, still cradling her breasts, she lit twin flames of rage in both eyes.

"Yohan, you! I only said touching was okay, so why did you use your mouth, that mouth of yours…! I kept telling you it tickled and to stop, but you never listen! Are you sorry or not?!"

"Cheonsol-emon! Help me!"

There was no stopping an angry Sophia. Cheonsol had been a huge help when I was sucking on those breasts—surely she'd take my side!

"This time Mad Demon is at fault. Thou wert rougher than when thou violated this lady."

Her tone was a little cold. Wait—jealousy? She was jealous because I sucked another woman's breasts? Classic martial-arts-world girl, all right!

I suddenly remembered those classic wuxia heroines who claimed they'd lost their purity just from ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠showing their bare bodies and demanded the man take responsibility. Turns out that wasn't the author's fantasy—it was historical accuracy.

"Yohan."

"Lady Sophia? How about we call it a draw?"

"Finished with your last words?"

Sophia clenched her ringed hand until the bones cracked. Shit. I was fucked.

"We're battling again today!"

Sophia summoned something like a blackboard, scribbled on it, and shouted with full energy. Cheonsol clapped.

Clap clap clap.

"I have been waiting."

"Yohan, aren't you excited?"

"Hahahahaha! I'm so excited I could die! I can't wait! Yeah! Which newbie are we gonna beat down and shake down for cash today! How fat is that wallet gonna get!"

"Keep that energy. Got it?"

After delivering the warning, Sophia went back to scribbling on the board with a marker. Oof. Just a few claps and my finger joints were already aching. Her hands were way too vicious. How did that soft body produce this kind of power?

"Yohan, you're not concentrating, are you?"

"I am concentrating!"

"What did I just say?"

"That the divinity we receive as a reward increases with every consecutive win, and that a ten-win streak lets us get another Bronze Box, so today we should aim for ten straight wins!"

"And?"

"That Cheonsol has been added to the lineup, so we should rotate who leads and find the best deployment positions!"

"Lastly."

"That you can't just sit and watch from the coaching seat forever, so you'll start giving orders! That we should practice moving according to Lady Sophia's instructions!"

"You heard everything."

Why did she smack her lips like she was disappointed? Lady Sophia. Please go back to the kind Sophia from before…

Cheonsol seemed to find our exchange hilarious; she giggled while stroking Lan-lan-i.

"Lan-lan-i. Thy father's voice is truly loud. I wonder if he will wail just as lustily when thou art born."

Seriously. How many hidden options are stuffed into a single skill? They just keep popping up like Easter eggs the game devs tossed in thinking, Hehe, this'll be fun.

Anyway, thanks to Cheonsol I'd gained some excellent intel.

"Cheonsol Mama…"

"Yohan, you're spacing out again!"

"Shall I call Lady Sophia Mama as well?"

"Why are you even asking!"

"Sophia Mama."

"Hmph…"

She looked a little less angry. I'd thought she hated it, but maybe she actually liked it?

"Sophia Mama. Sophia Mama. Sophia Mama."

"Once is enough. Anyway, the explanation's over. Any questions?"

Like a college student who only raises their hand right before class ends, I shot my arm high into the air.

"You actually have one? What is it?"

"Did we really ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠need the blackboard for that explanation?"

It had so little nutritional value that just saying it out loud would've been fine—so why go through all that trouble? Perfectly reasonable question, but I completely failed to understand Sophia's feelings.

I immediately apologized to the trembling Sophia.

"I'm sorry! I failed to empathize!"

"Huu. I'm only holding back because we shouldn't waste stamina before a battle."

"Thank you!"

I lived. Sophia was about to start matching right away, but I stopped her—I had a request.

"Lady Sophia. Would it be possible for Al-al-i and Lan-lan-i to spectate as well?"

"Hmm. I can't say for sure, but it should probably work? Why?"

"I want to show them their parents looking cool."

"Lan-lan-i. Thy father is saying something rather admirable. Dost thou wish to watch as well? Fufu. She says she does."

Anyone who didn't know the situation would take one look at Cheonsol and think she was some crazy woman talking to an egg-frying ingredient.

"I'll give it a try."

"Then let's queue match right away!"

Sophia gathered Al-al-i and Lan-lan-i and started the matchmaking. Being the greatest game in the universe, an opponent locked in before three seconds had even passed.

Thankfully the eggs came along. Time to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠see who we were up against.

A buzz-cut god with a rough, ugly mug appeared, grinding his teeth as he glared at Sophia.

"Enhanced Bronze Ring? Sexy Newbie, you little shit. Perfect timing."