The First Real Date Request
That night, lying in my bed, the conclusion I’d reached in that overwhelming moment—‘Damn… is this for real? Have I actually fallen for her?’—hadn’t changed one bit by the next morning. If anything, her face had haunted me all night, leaving me tossing and turning without a wink of sleep.
Those serious eyes looking up at me, asking, ‘Is this… how I do it?’ The way her whole face flushed with embarrassment like she’d won the world when I praised her with a simple ‘Good job.’ Even the way her shoulders flinched like a startled little animal when I stroked her hair. It was on a completely different level from just plain lust.
Of course, my dick still twitched the second I saw her. That hadn’t changed. But now other feelings were piling up on top of it. The urge to protect her. The desire to know more about her. The itch to see her smile. These warm, ticklish emotions.
This was a dangerous sign.
Up until now, I’d been the predator, completely in control of this relationship. But the moment ‘liking’ someone got involved, everything got complicated. You couldn’t tell who would end up holding the reins.
I couldn’t admit it. My heart had already turned into a truck with broken brakes, barreling straight toward her at full speed.
I waited until midnight, then slipped out of my room. But this time, there was one big difference. Both my hands were holding a black plastic bag. I’d used the excuse of going for a walk after dinner to stop by the convenience store right outside and pick up a few things.
I opened the door to Soyeon's Room like always and stepped inside. She was sitting on the bed pretending to read a book. The pages weren’t turning at all. She’d clearly been waiting for me to come in.
When I entered, she closed the book with that familiar resigned expression, preparing to greet me the way she always did. But instead of heading straight for the bed like usual, I set the plastic bag down in front of her with a soft thud.
“Noona… you like this stuff, right?”
Inside the bag were the chocolate ice cream from her absolute favorite brand and a few packs of the snacks she always munched on. Her eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected gift. She kept glancing back and forth between the ice cream and my face, completely flustered.
“W-why did you…” Her voice was thick with wariness and confusion.
I tried to act casual, shrugging my shoulders. “Just because. I went to the convenience store and they caught my eye. Think of it as a bribe. A bribe.”
Shit, this is so awkward I want to die! Maybe I should’ve just stuck to the usual routine?
She hesitated for a moment, then carefully took out the ice cream. In a tiny voice, she said, “...Thank you.”
The two of us sat across from each other awkwardly, just scooping away at our ice cream. A different kind of silence filled the room—ticklish and clumsy, nothing like the usual heavy tension.
I deliberately ate mine with loud, satisfied noises while she kept stealing glances at me. After we finished, I didn’t jump straight into the main event. I wasn’t planning on it tonight. Tonight, I wanted to learn a little more about this noona of mine.
As I stuffed the empty ice cream container back into the bag, I asked as casually as I could, “Noona.”
“Y-yeah?”
“You’re always stuck in your room. Don’t you get bored? What do you usually do to pass the time?”
My question must have hit her like a nuclear bomb. In seven years, we had never once asked each other about our private lives. We were just two people living under the same roof—the closest yet most distant strangers in the world.
She was thrown off by this sudden genuine interest. She fidgeted, not knowing where to look.
“I just… read web novels… watch anime… sometimes play games…”
“Oh, really? What kind of web novels?” I was honestly curious. I read quite a lot of web novels myself.
“Lately I’ve been into romance fantasy… the one called I Became the Contract Maid of the Tyrant Emperor…”
“Oh, that one! I know it. It’s super popular, right? The female lead is really smart, isn’t she?”
My enthusiastic agreement made her eyes widen a little. She seemed surprised that I actually knew the story she liked.
“Y-you read it too?”
“Of course. I read web novels too. What about anime? There’s a ton of good stuff this season. Did you watch season three of That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime?”
That night, for the first time, we shared our interests through conversation instead of sex. At first she only gave short answers, but as I listened with real interest and kept cheering her on, she gradually let her guard down. Eventually she even wore a faint smile and passionately ranted about her favorite characters.
Seeing her like that felt incredibly unfamiliar… and so lovable I could barely stand it.
When the conversation had warmed up enough, I decided it was time. Time to reveal tonight’s real purpose.
“Noona.”
“Yeah?”
“Do you… want to watch a movie with me tomorrow?”
The smile vanished from her face instantly. She shook her head like I’d said something terrifying.
“A-a movie?”
“Yeah, a movie.”
“N-no! I… I can’t go places with lots of people… I’m sorry…” She looked like she was about to cry any second.
I smiled at her reaction and quickly corrected myself. “Not at the theater.”
“...?”
“On my laptop. Right here in your room. I’ll order a ton of delicious food—chicken, pizza, tteokbokki. How about it?”
In your room. With delicious food. For a hikikomori like her, it was the perfect date proposal with zero reasons to refuse.
She hesitated for a moment. Her eyes trembled with anxiety. But then, as if she’d made up her mind, she gave a tiny nod.
“...Okay.”
Yes! Stage one complete! I cheered internally. Since she had no intention of leaving the house except for the convenience store one minute away, I had no choice but to bring the service directly to her. Someday, I would definitely make her open that door, take my hand, and step out into the outside world.
Having achieved my goal, I smiled in satisfaction. Then I gave her a look that hinted it was time to move on to tonight’s main event.
“Alright then… shall we get to what we’re supposed to do now?”
The warm atmosphere from just moments ago vanished in an instant. Her face flushed bright red again. With that familiar look of resignation, she reached out her small hand like always.
But I shook my head. Instead, I gently stroked her hair, reminding her of what happened last night.
“No. Not with your hand tonight.”
Her eyes widened. I stared straight at her chest and spoke in a soft but undeniable tone.
“Yesterday… you were really, really cute, Noona.”
Hearing the word ‘cute’—probably for the first time in her life—her eyes grew so wide they looked like they might pop out. She tilted her head like a broken robot and asked back, “C-cute?! M-me…?”
The way she pointed at herself in disbelief was so adorable I thought my heart might explode.
“Yeah. Extremely. So tonight… I want to feel you a little closer.”
I took her hand and guided it to those massive peaks that demanded attention even under her loose shirt. The overwhelming softness and volume I could feel even through the thin t-shirt.
“If we want to enjoy the movie tomorrow, let’s do this tonight, Noona.”
“Th-this… what do you mean…?”
“Noona. I’ll be honest with you. Do you remember? Back when you first moved into this house… I saw you coming out of the bath.”
“Y-yeah…”
“At the time I pretended I didn’t see anything and closed the door right away, but… I actually saw your breasts.”
I let a brief silence build the tension before continuing.
“And ever since then, I’ve wanted to see them so badly. Showing a middle school boy breasts like those and telling him to hold back is basically torture. But I endured it. That’s actually a really impressive feat, you know.”
“...”
I confessed my honest feelings. Of course, I didn’t mention how I’d only reacted to her ever since, or how I’d fantasized about raping her countless times in my head… Yeah, I left those parts out for now.
“So I’m asking you, Noona. We’ve gotten a little closer now, right? Can’t you show me your breasts just once?”
I knew I was being pushy. But the timid, considerate, and kind Noona standing in front of me would definitely say yes.
“...O-okay… And um… I… I also… Juhyuk, you… that…”
“Huh?”
“I… I saw you… masturbating once… I’m sorry…”
Ding—
Her sudden confession set off alarm bells in my head.
…What the fuck? She saw that?
The scenes where I’d been furiously jerking off while shouting filthy things like “You fucking bitch! Feels good, doesn’t it?! You’re gonna die from how good it is!” “Are you seducing me with that lewd body of yours?!” “Goddamn it! Get pregnant! Uraaaaaagh!”
I’m screwed…
“It was… a long time ago… back when you saw me after my bath… I knew you saw me… but you pretended not to notice, so… I thought I’d try to clear the awkwardness…”
Oh.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Thank you, God…
Luckily, it seemed she had only seen the young Kang Juhyuk from before his fantasies had gone completely off the deep end. I was letting out a huge sigh of relief in my head when her face turned even redder. She slowly lifted the hem of her shirt.
“Is… is this okay…?”
Oh… fuck yes…
The massive peaks I’d dreamed about for so long—no, her H-cup enormous breasts—were right there in front of me, complaining ‘This bra is so damn tight!’ as they strained against the fabric. I almost reached out instinctively but held myself back and pushed her further.
“Noona, can you take the bra off too?”
“H-huh? The bra too…?”
“Yes! Please! I’m begging you!”
I clasped my hands together and pleaded desperately. She let out a long breath—Huuu…—then her trembling hands slowly moved behind her back toward the bra hook.
Click—
What the hell was that sound effect just now?
The moment the hook of the painfully tight bra came undone, her breasts bounced once against gravity, proudly showing off their elasticity.
Huuu! So fucking refreshing!
It was like her enormous breasts themselves were saying that. Her areolas were slightly smaller than you’d expect for their size, and her nipples stood out obscenely. The H-cup tits I’d dreamed about for so long—no, the massive mountain peaks—were finally revealed before my eyes.
Sniffle…
I couldn’t hold back the overwhelming emotion and let a single tear roll down my cheek.
“H-huh? J-Juhyuk, why are you crying…?”
At her warm, worried voice, I wiped my tears and stared at the masterpiece before me, determined not to miss even a single pixel.
“J-Juhyuk… when you stare like that…”
“No, it’s nothing. So, Noona… can I touch them now?”
She gave a tiny nod, lowered her head, and waited for my hands. The mixture of depravity and adorable reaction had already made my junior rock-hard with rage.
Hey… just hold on a little longer, Junior.
Throb!
It felt like Junior was answering, ‘I got it, so hurry the hell up!’ But I finally reached out toward the two sacred peaks right in front of me.