Three Years of Waiting
I broke up with the boyfriend I'd been with since middle school after five years. The last thing he said when we split was this: "Your chest is just too small."
It was a shock. After parting ways with the guy I'd believed was my first and last love, I started worrying about my looks for the first time.
There were a few more encounters after that. But every meeting now felt like a lie, and all I could think was that they were only seeing me for sex. Every last one of them slept with me and then left.
When I poured out my worries to my friends, they grumbled that it barely even counted as a problem—that with a face like mine, I couldn't even make it onto that variety show where ordinary people air their grievances, Hello. All because I was pretty.
And they teased me constantly, saying my chest was probably smaller than some guy who'd hit the gym a little.
Why was everyone so obsessed with other people's chests?
If it were me, it'd be "Did you get surgery?" or "Your face is pretty but your chest is small, so the world is fair," and on and on.
I got a job at a massage shop. I was popular enough in my own way and made decent money, but it wasn't what I wanted to do.
I had plenty of things I wanted to do, in my fashion. I wanted to draw. I wanted to dance in front of people. I wanted to sing.
But I needed the money, so I toughened up and endured the advances and every kind of sexual harassment from the men who came for massages. Because of me, the police visited the shop more than a few times.
Then one day, on my way to work, I got street-cast by an idol agency. They handed me a business card and told me to come in for an interview. I was so happy I could have flown.
I didn't tell my friends or my parents. I had a pretty good idea of what they'd say if I failed.
The agency turned out to be in a pretty shabby building. It looked old and rundown, but that was fine. They said it was the agency that managed the girl group Line Edge that I liked, so I decided to trust them for now.
The interviewer looked me over for a long time, then made me sing and dance. Looking unimpressed, he said, "Take your clothes off a bit." At first I thought I'd misheard. Was that some trendy phrase these days? When I said, "Excuse me?" he snapped and barked, "Just take them off a little. I need to see your lines, don't I?"
When I refused and tried to leave, the interviewer called after me toward the back of my head.
"You can't take them off because your tits are fucking tiny, right?"
From that day on, Yeondo didn't sleep with any men. Three years since then. At last she met someone she could trust.
They hadn't known each other long, but the way he stared at her face like an idiot was pretty cute. He didn't seem to have much experience with women either. He grabbed her small breasts with his rough hands and sucked on them with his mouth, showing how much he liked them.
At first she'd planned to just string him along and leave it at that, but eventually it had come to this.
When she came to her senses, she was already completely naked, and Junhyun's massively erect glans was pressing against Yeondo's sex.
It had been so long that her heart was pounding madly. The moment he slid in, she was so soaked in pleasure she couldn't even speak.
"J-Junhyun..."
"Yeondo..."
"Is it okay for us to do this?"
"Of course it is."
"Thank you for saying that. I was a little worried, you know."
When the head reached all the way to her womb, an indescribable flood of pleasure washed over her.
But in that moment, Junhyun's body swayed slightly and tilted to the side. He seemed to regain his focus, frowning as he centered himself again.
"Jun...hyun?"
She was worried. She wondered if something had happened. But there was something strange about Junhyun's body.
The tendons standing out on his muscles began to bulge red and purple, and hidden blood vessels revealed themselves. His body grew hot as a furnace, so that every time the flesh below pressed against her it felt like being seared by fire. Junhyun moved his body as if he had become the incarnation of sex itself.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
She'd clearly asked him to go easy because it had been so long, but Junhyun paid no mind and worked his hips.
Her sex felt hot and painful as if being branded by fire, but she was strangely drowning in pleasure. She didn't even have room to care about the pain as the surging thrills left her unable to breathe.
"Haahng! Ah! Aaah! Khh... Heung! J-just a little... gen... gently..."
Even as she said it, she hoped he wouldn't slow down, and sure enough Junhyun didn't slow down at all, pushing forward like a bulldozer.
Creak creak squeak squeak!
The bed rocked back and forth as she cried out. She wasn't trying to match the rhythm, but somehow it fell perfectly into place.
"Haahng! Haahng! Eut! Eut! Kkeuk... Ah, it hurts... Hkkeuk! Ju-Junhyun... Junhyun..."
The kind Junhyun from daytime was gone. Was this the textbook case of the "angel by day, beast by night" type she'd only heard about? Junhyun was completely mad for sex, like a wild beast. No—this was practically a machine. A sex machine.
The sex machine seemed to have grown bored of missionary and roughly flipped Yeondo's body over, gripping both her hands tightly as he pounded into her. Maybe because he was so big down there, the pleasure of doggy style was incomparably intense. With every thrust she was engulfed in a sticky pleasure like having a sweet honey candy pressed to her tongue.
Ahh... I think I'm going to get addicted to this... It feels so good. I'm going crazy..!
The glans that thrust up again from inside struck her G-spot powerfully as if hammering it. The glans that pounded relentlessly like construction equipment showed no mercy.
At the same time, two hot hands found her breasts and squeezed them fully.
It was a feeling she'd never experienced in her life. Was this even possible?
Every man who'd had sex with her until now had been busy either working their hips or praising her face. They knew how to kiss, but they deliberately averted their eyes from her chest.
But Junhyun was different. Even in a state of extreme arousal where only instinct remained, he gripped Yeondo's breasts and never stopped thrusting.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!!!
Ah... I'm happy...
Throughout the sex, Yeondo wished this sex would never end. And with the successive waves of happy emotion, it felt like all the shitty things that had happened until now were being erased.
Consciousness flickered into operation, vaguely. Through a hazy vision as if storm clouds had gathered, scenes flashed by intermittently.
Lee Yeondo pinned beneath me. Lee Yeondo moaning that it hurt. Look at her back. Her back! Yeondo's waist twisting like a screw bar from the dynamic pounding.
Breasts! Tits! Boobs! B-cup breasts evolved from A-cups! Touch them! Ah, yes. This is the real grip of breasts. Nipples! Twist the nipples! Every time I twist her nipples her waist lifts like starting a motorcycle—feels good!
But still, Lee Yeondo's face is the best! Kiss! Let's kiss! Her tongue is so soft. Feels like it's melting. Something's insanely hot. Her saliva seems stickier than before too.
Her insides... feel good. Reaching all the way in. Feels like my brain's going to melt into semen. Cum, cum! Cum and do it one more time!
Still, I solidly secured the climax pleasure of orgasm. If even that had been hazy I would have cursed the gods.
When I got hard again, Lee Yeondo sucked me with an ecstatic face. Then condom again. Ah, I hate condoms. But what can you do. Insertion again. Wow, I just came but I feel like I'm going to cum again.
Lee Yeondo! Your face is fucking beautiful! I fucking love you!
Fuuuuuuuck!
"Hah."
When I came to and opened my eyes, the bed was littered with condoms full of semen.
Haa— haa— haa— haa—
Lee Yeondo was breathing hard, her face buried deep against my chest. I stroked her hair as I looked at her face, which was completely soaked with sweat. I had to peel the strands stuck to her face free, one by one.
Lee Yeondo lifted those big eyes and studied my face. Then she suddenly broke into a bright smile and swallowed the saliva pooled in her mouth with a gulp.
"Haa... haa... Now you're back to the Junhyun I know."
"...I... I'm sorry. You asked me to go gentle, but before I knew it I just..."
"Pfft. What are you apologizing for? It was amazing. Haa... It was so ridiculously good, Junhyun♡"
"It was?"
"Yes! But what the hell was that, really? Some kind of Jekyll and Hyde thing? The second you put it in, the demon inside you just comes bursting out?"
I was curious about that myself. I even remembered absorbing this woman's energy the moment I cleared the hardened purple spot. I'd absorbed the alcohol along with it, and from then on I'd completely lost my mind. Had I been drunk? I turn into a total animal when I'm drunk. Had I actually turned into a dog?
"...I must've been drunk."
"Ahaha. Then we should drink together often."
Had she really been that satisfied? More importantly, how many times had we even done it? Just the condoms visible on the bed numbered four... and at a glance, three more had fallen on the floor... When I checked how much time had passed, a full three hours had gone by.
Crazy... crazy... crazy..! You're telling me that three-hour blockbuster movie got chopped up into a short web video? Of course, I did remember securing the pleasure in a practical way.
I should drink. I should drink again next time. Yeah, yeah. And next time I would absolutely not let go of my sanity.
That wasn't the only problem. A heavy ache was rolling up from my limp dick. How many times had I pounded hundreds of times, died, and gotten hard again? It was that sore, throbbing feeling you get in your muscles after finishing a brutal workout—today's exercise was done.
"The cleaning lady at the motel is going to be so shocked when she sees this..."
Lee Yeondo fretting over something completely trivial. But why did even that sound sexy? Because her tone made it sound like she was marveling at how much sex we'd had.
She laughed and gave my limp dick a single stroke.
"Ah, eut! Ah, that hurts..."
I wasn't being dramatic—it really fucking hurt. Lee Yeondo flinched in surprise and apologized.
"I'm sorry. I just thought it was so impressive I wanted to pet it."
"Hehe. Looks like it's completely burned out and can't even answer right now."
"Does it have a name?"
"What? This thing?"
Lee Yeondo nodded instead of answering. Ah, she was so fucking adorable.
"Um... Johnson?"
"Ah, what is that. It sounds way too American and tough."
"Didn't it act a little like that today?"
"Hmm... I'd prefer a cute Korean name."
"Toltoli."
"Puhak!"
"What? That's what everyone usually calls it... How about Jjunji? The kids all used to call me Jjun."
"Ah, so your nickname was Jjun. That's why this one's Jjunji..."
A brief silence. No, wait—who asked anyone to name the thing in the first place...
Lee Yeondo broke the awkward silence and spoke with sudden seriousness.
"Junhyun, you seem like a really good person."
It was so abrupt and earnest I had no idea how to respond.
"I think I've only ever met bad people until now."
With that, she drifted off to sleep beside me, breathing softly.
Lee Yeondo clearly had some past she couldn't talk about. She was so pretty you might wonder what she could possibly have to worry about, but a person's trauma or complex isn't something others get to judge.
When I told my mother I was worried about being a virgin who'd never dated, she smacked me on the back and said things like, "Hey, in our day people married the first person they met," "You'll meet someone when the time comes," "What kind of worry is that supposed to be," and "Are you even in a position to meet a girl right now?"—a whole lot of completely unhelpful noise.
Thinking about it, she wasn't wrong. In the end I'd ended up able to go wild with women this beautiful. If I'd locked eyes with some ordinary girl before and gotten my nose ringed, I never would have had these experiences. Looking back on those days... what the fuck was some guy who just jerked off at home and slept doing, bitching and moaning about the whole world. Heh heh heh. A dry laugh slipped out.
I looked up at the ceiling, reviewing the abilities I'd manifested so far as I drifted toward sleep.
Red Spots — Muscle contraction. The parts that generally feel sore and tight. People call them "knots." The most common spots; clearing them leaves you limp and relaxed, with your guard down. They improve basic massage skill.
Blue Spots — The parts that cause functional disorders. So far I've only seen them on three people: Choi Wonjae, Lee Mikyeong, and Park Yuyoung. Rare spots that produce lasting effects once cleared and never reappear on the same person. If someone shows one of these, you've hit the jackpot. Blue Spots make money!
When you clear a hardened Blue Spot, the body heats up extremely, so be careful. (My personal theory is that restoring the function makes the blood flow race.)
Pink Spots — Pleasure erogenous zones. Unlike the other spots, they have a popping effect when you burst them, so they're fun to pop. They often appear in chains, frequently hidden under a Red Spot or Blue Spot after those are cleared. In Kim Yujin's case, she was so sex-crazed that her body was packed with Pink Spots without me doing a thing. Must be a case-by-case thing.
Clear a hardened Pink Spot and the person literally becomes a slave to lust.
Purple Spots — Spots that help resolve complexes. My own equipment, Lee Mikyeong's neck wrinkles, Lee Yeondo's chest—these are broken, overpowered spots that cover the parts you could call complexes. At the same time, they're the ones I understand the least. I still have no idea how the effect even triggers.
Clear a hardened Purple Spot and you absorb the other person's energy—I don't really understand how that works either. I need more samples.
For now, that's everything I've been able to confirm...
I needed to think about how to use this ability. If it was a happy problem, it was a happy problem. If you had a broken, overpowered ability like this and still screwed up your life, what would you be if not a complete idiot sucker?
The next morning, Lee Yeondo got up and started gathering her clothes, muttering to herself.
"Huh... why won't this button..."