The Karaoke Room Encounter
The noraebang was tucked away in the basement of a rundown commercial building near our homes—an old place without even an elevator. We descended the narrow stairs that plunged deep underground.
“This is what you call ‘shooting’? Really?”
“Shut up. What’s wrong with here? I’m a regular, got a problem with that?”
Following the sign that read “5,000 won on weekdays,” I trailed Park Nayoung into the noraebang. A sleepy-looking male part-timer rubbed his eyes and greeted us.
“Welcome.”
“One hour. Throw in plenty of extras.”
“Sure. Head to room five.”
Because it was a weekday afternoon, the place was empty except for us. Despite the shabby building, the karaoke equipment looked decent enough.
“Shall we get started?”
Park Nayoung shrugged off her coat the moment we entered, grabbed a microphone, and punched in a song. Soon, an upbeat female vocal track filled the room. Whenever something annoyed her, she came to places like this. Determined to blow off all her stress, she cranked the key up a notch and belted out the lyrics with full force.
I sank into the sofa and watched her sing. Her singing was impressive, but my eyes kept drifting to the way her chest bounced with every note.
I really want to grab those just once.
I swallowed hard, unable to look away from the jiggling motion. When the song finally ended, I forced my gaze down to the songbook.
“Whew, that felt good. What, you didn’t reserve anything?”
“Do one more first. I’m still deciding what to sing.”
“Yeah? All right.”
The next song she chose was a bright, energetic girl-group number. Though the melody wasn’t especially high, the fast tempo had her breathing quickly, making her chest bounce even more than before. My eyes stayed glued to it until the song finished.
“Hey, still haven’t picked anything?”
When no next song started, Park Nayoung turned to me and asked again.
“So, what’s been bothering you?”
“Huh?”
“I’ve known you long enough. You’ve been acting weird since we met today, and you still look completely out of it.”
She had mistaken my dazed staring at her chest for some kind of worry. I couldn’t exactly admit the truth, so I mumbled an excuse.
“It’s nothing.”
“Nothing, my ass. Tell me. If I can help, I will.”
Her concerned tone gave me courage. Carefully, I spoke up.
“Actually…”
“Yeah, go on.”
“I want to touch your breasts.”
“…What?”
Park Nayoung blinked, as if she’d misheard. I gathered my nerve and repeated it.
“Let me touch your breasts.”
“……”
“Please let me touch your breasts.”
“What the hell are you saying, you lunatic?!”
She shot me an incredulous glare.
“You already touched me earlier!”
“That’s not the same! I got worried for nothing!”
“Please, just once. Let me touch them.”
When I bowed my head and begged earnestly, her face twisted and she let out a long sigh.
“Haah… You’ve never even looked at me like that before.”
She fell silent for a moment. Then she stepped between my spread legs and sat down.
“Just the chest. Touch anywhere else and you’re dead.”
I hadn’t expected her to actually agree, so my eyes widened as I nodded furiously. Positioning myself behind her like a back hug, I reached for her breasts.
Finally!
My hands closed around a woman’s chest for the first time.
“Ah, ah… Be gentle!”
Park Nayoung let out a small, surprised moan at the contact. I cupped her fully with my palms, kneading to my heart’s content. It felt like ten years of pent-up frustration were finally easing.
I want to feel them bare.
Even though I was touching her, the thick layers of clothing and bra made it feel incomplete. Since I’d already come this far, I decided to push just a little further.
“Can I put my hands under your clothes?”
She whipped her head around and glared at me, startled. After a moment she set a one-minute timer on her phone, placed it down, and sighed again.
“One minute. That’s it.”
I had only hoped for a single touch, but now I’d been granted a full minute of unrestricted access. The second she finished speaking, I slipped both hands under her top and reached for the bra-covered mounds. Once I unhooked the bra, I finally felt the soft, bare skin of her breasts for the first time. My hands squeezed and kneaded the warm flesh with raw emotion, tears almost welling up.
“G-gently, I said!”
Unlike me, Park Nayoung seemed more uncomfortable than aroused. Even though I’d forced the situation, I wanted her to feel pleasure too.
Should I use Sex Power?
I had very little left, but there were countless ways to apply it. One method was to channel it to heighten someone else’s sexual sensitivity. Since all my skills were currently unusable, this simple application of raw Sex Power was still possible.
I always said the first time I’d use this would be on a saintess’s chest… Never thought it’d be Park Nayoung.
I activated what little Sex Power remained and gradually amplified her arousal. For several seconds nothing happened and I worried it had failed. Then, around the ten-second mark, her body jolted.
It worked. Success.
Her breasts were large enough that they overflowed my hands. I began caressing the soft, pliant flesh in earnest, growing bolder as I circled her nipples with my thumbs and forefingers.
“Nngh!”
A quiet moan escaped her tightly pressed lips.
“How’s that?”
“Sh-shut up. Just touch quietly.”
Her voice had softened. I obeyed, kneading her breasts like dough with both hands. Her breathing grew ragged.
“Hah! W-what did you do? Nngh!”
As her moans grew louder, her nipples stiffened, pushing visibly against her clothes. I rolled the hardened peaks between my fingers before giving them a light pinch.
“Haaah!”
Her body trembled violently. She clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound, but the lewd noises still leaked through. At the same moment, the phone alarm went off.
“Hah, hah… There, done? It’s over!”
Embarrassed by the moan she’d just let out, she turned her head away, pretending to be calm as she fixed her clothes. She quickly pulled her coat back on—the same one she’d taken off when we entered—as if to declare that nothing more would happen. I swallowed my disappointment.
If I’d had just a little more time…
The effect of Sex Power had been incredible. By pouring every last drop into her, I’d made her moan uncontrollably even though it was my first time touching a woman’s breasts. If I’d had another minute—or even thirty seconds—I might have brought her to climax.
Can’t be helped.
I forced down the urge to keep going. She clearly wouldn’t allow any more. Satisfied with having finally touched what I’d longed for my whole life, I tried to calm myself—only to notice a damp spot on my pants.
This is…?
Even as dense as I could be, I wasn’t stupid enough to miss what it meant. It was proof that Park Nayoung had gotten aroused from my touch.
She put her coat back on to hide how wet her panties and skirt got!
I had thought I’d be content just touching her breasts, but now I wanted more. When I looked at her with hopeful eyes, she flinched and tightened her coat even more firmly around herself—an unmistakable warning that anything beyond this was off-limits.
Right. She’s always been strict about staying a virgin until marriage.
She might allow a pitiful childhood friend to touch her chest once out of pity, but she would never offer her body for anything more unless her life literally depended on it. Despite her easygoing personality, her guard in this area was ironclad. I had no choice but to be satisfied with what I’d gotten.
No wonder all her boyfriends eventually gave up.
Having such a tempting fruit dangled right in front of you, only to be told you could only look, would drive anyone crazy. I raised both hands above my head in surrender, signaling I wouldn’t try anything else. Park Nayoung seemed to relax a little and shouted in her usual irritated tone.
“Damn it, you completely killed the mood, so you’re taking responsibility!”
It was her way of changing the atmosphere. I played along to ease the awkwardness, quickly selecting a high-energy, fast-tempo song and hitting start. The room filled with a thundering accompaniment—right as a small explosion echoed from outside the door.