Yeondo's Purple Spot
Right in the center of her chest, a Purple Spot had hardened into a dense, stubborn knot — proof of just how deep a complex small breasts could become.
What's the best way to make food taste good? Make the food itself delicious.
I set my hands on the Purple Spot and worked the area around it the way you would a massage, coaxing it soft. When I ran my fingers over the flat stretch of her chest, it felt as level as the top of a rib cage — nothing there at all.
Even on a generous day, Lee Yeondo's breasts barely scraped a full A-cup. They were as meager as a guy with gynecomastia. But the color of her nipples was pure strawberry flesh, a vivid pink that made them shine, and already stiff, they were more than enough to get my pulse racing.
Then a problem cropped up. No matter how hard I pressed, that rock-solid Purple Spot showed no sign of cracking.
Just how bad is this complex?
Wait… is it this?
Something clicked, and I spoke up.
"Yeondo, what exactly did you think I'd be disappointed by?"
"W-what? Oh — no, I mean… isn't it obvious? My chest… it's pretty small."
Pretty small? Lady, it's barely there.
"They're pretty."
"Huh?"
"They're gorgeous. Who cares if they're small? Look how pretty they are."
As I said it, I rubbed over the whole of her chest. The touch was a little too suggestive for a massage, and Yeondo seemed to like it — her back arched straight.
"Hnn—"
"How can nipples be this pretty? The second I saw them I almost confessed. To the nipples."
"Hehehe. Pretty? Did you introduce yourself?"
"I did. Oh — Yeondo, you were our matchmaker. Nice to meet you. You're even prettier with the clothes off than with them on, Miss Nipple."
"Hah… ah, stop. Don't make me laugh. My head's going weird."
"Why? Hard to hold in a laugh while we're doing something dirty? But what am I supposed to do when they're this cute? I got hard the second I looked at them."
"Nnh— dirty… that's way too dirty."
What's dirty about it, you little minx? Who was the one who showed up in a garter belt to seduce me in the first place?
And damn — it was weird how fast the confidence poured out of me the moment the massage started. I pushed it further.
"I could stare at these all day. Can I take a picture and keep it? So I can jerk off to it."
"Ah — mm… no pictures."
She said no, but her eyes were waiting for more. Having the very thing she'd thought of as her complex praised this hard — how good must that feel?
And honestly, I wasn't lying. Nipples this pretty were a first in my ten-year porn career. A few ultra-slim Japanese actresses came to mind, and even stacked against them, Yeondo's nipples were hands-down number one. So what would happen if the size of the breasts themselves got bigger too?
Heh. I caught myself salivating.
Lee Yeondo, consider meeting me pure luck. Call it destiny, call it fate — whatever. When this massage is over, you're going to bow to me.
I pressed hard into the Purple Spot again. It began to flake away in little crumbling bits.
Still not enough. I needed the density of that complex to drop further.
"Ah — I can't take it."
I brought my mouth to her nipple and started licking.
"Oh! Ah — you startled me… hnn— d-does that feel that good?"
"They're seriously too pretty. Too sexy. I think my type just changed starting today. To girls with small chests."
"Hah… don't suck so hard. Nnh— ah, g-good…"
How about now?
While my tongue worked her nipple, I laid a hand in the valley between her breasts.
"But… Junhyun. Why do you keep touching there? Do you like that spot?"
Where most women would have cleavage, she had a flat Gimpo plain — so of course my behavior looked strange to her no matter how she spun it.
I didn't answer. I just kept massaging that spot. She'd see soon enough.
Crackle—
The Purple Spot collapsed like a cookie soaked in milk. As the sugar-lump of insecurity melted away, something astonishing began to happen to Yeondo's chest.
As if someone had started pumping, it began to fill — little by little, rising.
"Hah—! Nngh!"
The second her breasts swelled, the feel of sucking them changed completely. Before, it had been like licking a wart on skin. Now they were actual tits. She didn't seem to notice much herself, but try sucking them — you'd know. The grip alone was different. The grip alone.
I kneaded them like I was milking her, lapping and sucking that soft pink nipple over and over.
"Junhyun… so you're a flat-chest fetishist."
Yeondo looked down at me working hard, fond and a little proud. Flat-chest fetishist? Chest fetishist, period. What man on earth hates breasts? And soft pink nipples with matching areolas were pure male fantasy.
Once every last bit of the Purple Spot was gone, Yeondo's swollen chest had become a proper B-cup.
To prove the change, I pushed both breasts together and sucked both nipples at once. That would have been impossible before.
The second she saw it, Yeondo's mouth fell open.
"Wow. I've never seen that before."
Of course you haven't. Your chest couldn't do that.
"You really do love breasts, Junhyun."
No… that's not it. Right now your chest just went from A to B… ah, forget it. She'll figure it out when she puts a bra on.
The real issue started now. When I'd cleared hard blue spots or pink ones, the side effects had been fever spiking or sudden, violent heat. So what was the side effect of a Purple Spot?
I looked at Yeondo, who seemed surprisingly fine, and felt a flicker of doubt.
"Yeondo?"
I stopped licking and asked, worried.
"Yes?"
"I think the massage is pretty much done. Anything feel off?"
"O-off? No, nothing at all…"
"Oh. Okay… weird…"
"Why? Am I supposed to feel something wrong?"
"Ah — no. Not like that."
"Huu… the way you say it makes me feel like something is weird…"
"Huh? What is?"
There it was. Something after all, just like I'd expected.
But Yeondo's next move had nothing to do with side effects.
She stretched both legs out, locked them around my waist, and yanked me in hard.
Well now. The second the massage ended, she got bold. Was this her real personality?
"I can't hold it anymore. I'm so turned on. Take your underwear off."
"Huh? Why my underwear all of a sudden?"
With little tugs of her hands, Yeondo slipped the gown off my shoulders. It had barely been hanging on anyway, and it slid uselessly onto the bed.
"You're completely swollen. You sure you're okay like that? Looks like the side effect hit you first, not me."
Then she used her foot to poke at the bulge straining against my underwear.
Sss— the sound of her licking her lips. She was clearly going for a footjob, and I'd never had one before — I had no idea what to do. Was I a massage one-trick pony? The second I stopped massaging, did I turn back into a virgin idiot?
No. Absolutely not.
While she worked me with her feet, I kept playing with the nipples on those newly rounded breasts. I still held the top position. A sharp instinct hit me: if I wanted to keep claiming this wicked little thing named Yeondo, I was going to have to make her submit.
"Ah! Both hands at once? Hnn— ah, my nipples aren't even an erogenous zone, so why does it feel this good today?"
Face flushed red, Yeondo refused to lose. She used both feet with practiced skill and stripped my underwear clean off.
My cock swung free and slapped against my lower stomach. After what I'd hauled out of the bathroom earlier, it was basically a club right now.
"Hwaaah…"
Looking thoroughly pleased, Yeondo kneaded the whole length with both feet, then started working the precum that had already leaked out into a slick mess.
Ugh… never mind the garter belt — white fluid smeared across black stockings and made them shine. The visual of the stockings alone, plus that unique scraping texture, sent the urge to come surging up hard.
Damn. After all the sex I'd had these past few days, to get this close this fast… was that the power of black stockings?
Knead, knead—
No. It wasn't the eye-catching stockings. It was Yeondo's skill. She moved up and down and put her feet exactly where I wanted them — so precise I almost wondered if she could see Pink Spots in my eyes.
Instead of singing the national anthem in my head to hold back, I pinched her nipples.
"Eek!"
It was basically the same as someone pinching my dick. Yeondo shot me a resentful look, then decided to take revenge on my cock — she put more force into her toes. The pace picked up, and she started hitting places she hadn't reached before.
"Hah, hah…"
"About to come?"
"Yeah. This is insane. Where the hell did you learn a skill like this…"
"Hehe. That, my friend, is a real trade secret."
"Hey, I tell you everything. Why not me?"
"And what would you even use it for?"
Fair point. What would I do with that knowledge?
"Then how about I show off a little myself?"
"Hm?"
I'd already cleared the Pink Spots on her nipples, so the reaction there had quieted down.
I knew Yeondo had erogenous zones beyond her crotch — especially along the nape of her neck, where red spots and pink ones clustered thick.
I left my lower half to her and went after her upper body. When I pushed forward, my torso rose over hers, which meant she had to lift her legs higher to keep working my cock.
Nice position.
Her legs rose high enough to lift her hips a little, which threw her ribs and external obliques into sharp relief. So it was true — certain angles made certain muscles show on women too. Yeondo clearly wasn't the muscular type, and still that area split and her ribs stood out. She was thin, all right. What diet was she even on?
"Aahng — it feels like I'm getting completely wrecked. I like this position."
The minx had finally kicked off the polite socks. I'd known since the dirty texts with her friends just how much she loved filthy talk.
Courtesy was gone. We were in a silent contest now — who could break the other first.
Obviously I was going to win.
I reached out, grabbed the nape of her neck, and started kneading. The reaction was instant.
"Hnnk… ah, you're too good… I'm going crazy."
As I worked, the red spots began to spread, and all I had to do was follow them. Like she was tied down and tickled without mercy, Yeondo held out as long as she could, then started trembling with her thighs still raised.
"Ha, haah… haah… ah, I really can't take it. Wait — let me take this off."
And just like that, she stripped the garter belt off in one smooth motion.
A faint dusting of hair sat at her crotch. The color of her pussy matched her nipples — that same soft pink. It still looked primly closed, as if it wasn't ready for anything inside, and yet that delicious little sex was already dripping thick fluid onto the bedsheet without her noticing.
The contradiction was almost funny. It looked so demure and unprepared, and inside it was pouring out lewd liquid.
When Yeondo pulled me in by the nape of my neck, my upper body pressed against hers on its own. Soft give. Her chest met mine. She whispered into my ear.
"It's been a really long time for me, so… put it in gently."
Then she pointed at her handbag.
"Over there — c-condoms. The motel ones are too thick, supposedly."
Ah. My chest swelled past control. After all that oiling from the footjob, it was like someone had lit a fuse — fire raced along my blood straight to my heart.
I pulled a condom from the bag and put it in her hand. She rolled it onto my cock with careful care. It definitely felt different from bare. But so what? She'd asked me to go slow.
"Um…"
I was so quiet she looked worried.
"D-do you like kissing too?"
Ah, for real — I was going to lose it. Was that even a question? The second the words left her mouth I crushed my lips to hers. After that I stopped thinking. Eyes sliding shut, I poured kisses onto her and groped everywhere I could reach.
When the head of my cock caught softly at her entrance, I took it as the signal and pushed in little by little.
"Nnh— hnn…"
A low moan slipped out between our stacked mouths.
Not that it mattered. Every time I drove deeper, the soft flesh inside her clenched around the shaft of my cock like it was tying me down and daring me not to run.
"Hnn—!"
She must have thought I was big — this time the sound came out louder. I eased my hips back and smeared the wetness inside her all over the condom-wrapped cock, then docked again. I slid in deep, and at some point I bottomed out against her womb.
She broke the kiss and looked at me with heavy eyes.
"J-Junhyun…"
"Yeondo…"
"We're allowed to do this, right?"
"Of course."
"Thanks for saying that. I was a little worried."
Wow. I never thought I'd hear a woman say that to me in my life.
Uh… but… my vision blurred for a second.
Without a word I pulled back and thrust again, and the moment the tip of my cock kissed her womb, the same thing happened. It kept repeating, and something unexpected started happening to my body.
"Uh — what…?"
All the multicolored spots that had been visible on Yeondo's body began streaming toward one place. They were flooding toward the hole currently being pounded.
…What the hell. I've never seen this. Is this the side effect of shattering a purple mass?
"Jun… hyun?"
Sudden strength flooded my body. Muscles that had never existed started to swell, and a bizarre phenomenon took hold.
My cock grew even harder inside her. The second Yeondo felt me swell again, she flinched and clenched the bedsheet in both fists.
"Hnk—?"
In that instant, I understood what was happening to me.
I was absorbing energy.
Like the energy-drain techniques out of martial arts novels. My body was pulling in the qi Yeondo carried. Not enough to hurt her.
The problem was… I was also absorbing the alcohol still flowing through her system.
Ah, shit… I'm getting drunk.
I lost my mind, grabbed Yeondo's thighs, and hoisted them high.
"Hah—!"
From there I slammed my hips into hers like Rambo emptying a machine gun — wild, relentless, out of control.
"Hwaaaaaah!"