Family Dinner After the Mallorca Match
After the Mallorca match wrapped up, I invited Youngbeom's family to dinner just as I'd promised beforehand. Plenty of folks were buzzing with breakup rumors over those match scenes, but hey, it was all game stuff, and we're pros—we just shook it off coolly.
Youngbeom had proposed to his girlfriend right after transferring to Mallorca, and they'd gotten hitched on the spot. Now he lived on the island with his wife, but they'd tagged along for the Real Madrid away game after getting my dinner invite. And at our first meeting... Yuna and I were floored. Youngbeom's wife had a presence.
Whoa... boobs even bigger than her face actually exist IRL.
Ugh... not jealous of those gross fat sacks at all! Hng... but with tits like that, she could totally give Jesus a paizuri...
She greeted us with a shy look and a trembling voice.
"H-Hello... I'm Han Yeona!"
"Yeah, nice to meet you. Jesus here."
"Hi! I'm Song Yuna! Sis, so glad to meet you!"
As all eyes turned to her, Han Yeona ducked behind Youngbeom with a rustle. I instinctively shot Youngbeom a look, and he launched into their backstory like it was old hat.
"Ah... Yeona's had these huge boobs since she was a kid, so the local delinquents used to bully her bad."
Youngbeom's tale was straight out of a drama. He'd saved his childhood friend from a near-assault, they'd started dating then, he'd quit soccer due to his short stature and wandered lost, and she'd pulled him back together. He kept spinning their love story until Yohan started whining about being hungry.
"So now that we're in Mallorca, her social anxiety's gotten way better..."
"Waa... I'm hungry."
"Uh... got it, hang on, Yohan. Bro, we'll finish chatting over food."
With Yohan's perfect assist, I led everyone to the dining room. We scarfed down Yuna's home-cooked dinner, chatting away without noticing the time fly.
"Ah... it's this late already?"
Youngbeom and his wife were about to head out since it was so late, so I offered them one of our many spare rooms.
"It's late—crash here."
The reply came from an unexpected corner.
"C-Can we...?"
While I'd been talking with Youngbeom, Yuna and Yeona had bonded over shared interests in seconds. Yeona, who'd never had a same-sex friend before, jumped at my offer, not wanting to part ways. Yuna, thrilled to make a Korean pal, answered for my stunned self.
"Of course! Duh! Sis, let's shower together tonight!"
Their chat showed no signs of stopping until Yohan rubbed his eyes and toddled to Yuna, whining.
"Maa... I'm sleepy."
Yuna took the dozing Yohan and Yeona off to the bedroom. Watching Yohan, Youngbeom spoke up.
"You really need kids, man."
I nodded in agreement.
"Yohan and Yuna changed my fate."
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Youngbeom and Yeona headed to the airport to fly back to Mallorca... and Yohan clung to Yeona's arms, whining not to go.
Watching that, Yuna's eyes turned scary. Luckily, Yohan was sharp like me and sensed her mood, rushing to her with aegyo.
"Maa-! I like Maa the best!"
Now Yeona looked bummed. I hurried to see them off before any drama kicked off.
"See you in Copa del Rey next time. Don't get knocked out early by some scrub team."
"Huh? What're you on about, next is internationals... oh right, you're suspended."
Youngbeom stared at me like I was some exotic zoo animal.
First guy he's seen suspended from internationals? What's so fascinating?
I waved them off to hurry up, and they thanked us before leaving.
That evening, a message pinged from Youngbeom.
Seeing that brought back Yeona's gaze at Yohan—like a wannabe mom craving an angel kid just like him.
I played dumb and sent it, but no reply even late into the night.
Getting properly milked, huh. Still jealous tho. Squeezed by those tits...
Squish squish
"Honey, whatcha thinking?"
Yuna, who'd put Yohan to bed, pressed her chest against my back. Not satisfied with her B-cups, she'd rub 'em on me as a hint for a massage.
"Hm? Oh, no reply from Youngbeom-hyung."
I scooped up Yuna's petite frame and started kneading. Squish squish—
"Hng... Yeona-sis had no kid plans, but seeing Yohan made her wanna have one."
"Guess he's busy now."
Yuna's breaths quickened. Even then, she looked down, Yeona's rack clearly crushing her spirit.
"Can I get big like Yeona-sis? She doesn't even massage hers..."
"... Yuna, your grandma had some size too, I think..."
"... Why am I small!"
Why chew me out? I awkwardly smiled and soothed her.
"Maybe stare in the mirror chanting 'grow boobs grow' and it'll work faster?"
Thwack—!
She smacked me for the playful tease, smile or not.
"Ow—! Pouting?"
"..."
To cheer her up, I massaged more intensely, and milk burst from her chest. As I leaned in to slurp up Yohan's precious drops before they hit the floor...
The door creaked open. Creak—!
We froze like statues at the sound. Seeing us, Yohan thought I was stealing his milk and wailed, charging to shove me.
"Waaahhh! Paa—! Don't steal my milk maaah—!"
"Yohan, you're weaned age now. And these boobs are Daddy's, made by Daddy's hard work."
"Waaahhh! Nooo—! Mine!!"
"Why make him cry more! Yohan, stop! Enough!"
Yuna expertly soothed him. While she did, I slipped out quietly and went to torment Partasu.
"Kiiing—!"
"Hey—! You opened the door, huh? I know everything!"
"Woof—!"
"No hands, how'd you open it? How should I know, punk!"
"Grrr..."
Mid-chat with Partasu, Yuna came out with sleeping Yohan. She sighed at us.
"Why pick on Partasu again?"
At her words, Partasu amped up the pitiful act, knowing she'd side with him.
"Kiiiing—!"
"Aigoo, what'd mean Daddy say? C'mere to Mom."
She handed me dozing Yohan and opened her arms. Partasu bolted in, rubbing his face on her chest.
I remembered something watching that.
Oh right. Time to neuter that bastard soon.
Next morning, I caught Yuna in the bathroom fiddling with her chest, chanting.
"Grow, boobs, grow!"