So the Quest Was Real...?

My hands moved on instinct, kneading and groping.

A notification popped up saying the quest reward had come in, but I couldn't have cared less. Driven purely by instinct, I was already fondling her breasts through her clothes. Even through the fabric, they felt incredibly soft.

Like squishy little mochi cakes.

"Ahhn."

The sudden moan made me jump, but she just averted her eyes as if nothing had happened.

"It's nothing... it was just a little intense."

Maybe I'd squeezed too hard. Her face was flushed, but she wasn't pulling away from my hands, so she didn't seem to mind.

Then another chime rang out.

The quest window appeared once more. And once again, the penalty was so fucked up I couldn't help but swear. There was no way I was going bald in the prime of my twenties.

I started groping her breasts in earnest, searching for her nipples. It didn't take long. Through the thin tank top, I found them standing stiff and fully at attention.

Sorry, noona. I really don't want to go bald.

I swallowed hard and pinched those insistently protruding nipples between my thumb and forefinger.

"Nngh-haaah!!"

A moan of an entirely different caliber spilled from her lips. Her eyes went slightly unfocused, a hazy, dreamy atmosphere blooming around her.

They say a woman can come from nipple play alone... was that actually true...?

As if to prove those words right, her body trembled. I carefully asked her, her eyes half-rolled back.

"Should I stop...?"

"...No... keep going..."

The stimulation must have been to her liking. She slowly began peeling off her sweat-soaked tank top. The last scrap of clothing covering her chest fell to the floor, and her luscious breasts came into full view. Her bare upper body was truly beautiful.

It wasn't simply that her breasts were large and pretty. The line of her waist, flowing from her torso down through her chest to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her hips, was curved and mature — a figure that made her all the more stunning. She looked a little shorter than me, around five-three or so, and her breasts seemed even bigger than they had in the photos. Those teardrop-shaped mounds, plump and springy, shone just as brightly as her face. And above all, her hips were so generously developed that most Western models wouldn't even compare.

"...Holy shit..."

My eyes were busy stealing glances at her breasts and thighs. I nearly drooled without realizing it.

"Can I touch them...?"

Yujin nodded silently.

Without a moment's hesitation, I took her breasts in my hands. The softness was on a completely different level from touching them through clothes, and the warmth of her sweat-dampened flesh was incredibly hot.

So this is what real breasts feel like... a world apart from those silicone fakes.

I suddenly remembered the silicone tit toy I'd bought a while back, but standing before the real thing, it didn't even register. If anything, I just felt a pang of regret that I'd only gotten to touch something this good now. That's how completely absorbed I was. I couldn't help thinking they might be the softest, most perfect substance in the world — at least among everything I'd ever known.

Her breasts were so heavy I could cup the undersides where they met her stomach and jiggle them in my palms. As I slowly kneaded both of them with both hands and began rolling her nipples, a humming moan escaped her.

"Mmmh... ahh..."

I could've cried from the sheer regret of all those days I'd spent jerking off when real breasts this good existed. Then again, the feel of them alone was enough to bring tears to my eyes. That's how incredible they were. Calling them the best wouldn't have been an exaggeration.

"Noona, are they natural?"

"Mmhmm."

Yujin was panting, anxious that even a second of this pleasure might slip away. For her, too, being touched by someone else was on a completely different level from touching herself.

I'd been fondling ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her for quite a while when she carefully took my hands and spoke.

"Sorry, but I've got class soon, so I should get going. Next time we can finish..."

"Got it."

I quietly pulled my hands away and tried to calm the bulge in my pants. At that moment, she tossed something at me.

"Take that with you... give it back later."

What she'd thrown was none other than the tank top she'd been wearing until just now.

"...Huh?"

"I need to change now, so hurry up and go."

And just like that, I was practically shooed out the front door. In my hands was her tank top, still carrying her scent. Looks like I'd be jerking off the second I got back to my room.

Back inside, Yujin pulled down her dolphin shorts to change — and her panties were thoroughly soaked. She wanted to keep going just as badly, but there was nothing she could do about the time. Swallowing her disappointment, she changed out of her panties and the rest of her underwear, then got dressed.

"She said 'next time we can finish,' right...? Guess I don't have to worry about her calling the cops."

Back in my room, I clutched the tank top she'd given me, feeling like I was going insane.

"So this is what her breasts were pressed against just now?"

Just thinking that made even the sweat-soaked fabric smell sweeter. I buried my face in the tank top and treated myself to a thoroughly blissful session.

Once I'd finished, I had to get ready for school just like she had. The class I had to attend was Writing and Communication — boring from the name alone. I considered skipping it on day two and giving myself a free period, but there was a freshman welcome party afterward, so I couldn't even muster the courage. In the end, I dragged my spent body off to campus.

The lecture dragged on forever. When it finally ended, I followed the class president to the freshman welcome party. The space was packed with first-years I'd only seen once, if that. I just kept glancing around awkwardly.

"Welcome, freshmen! We're the student council. I'm Kim Gapsu, General Student Council President, and this here is Kim Yujin, a student council officer."

My eyes went wide at the familiar name. Yujin noona seemed just as shocked. Our eyes met, and we both ducked our heads.

She was pretty even without makeup... but all dressed up, she's even prettier.

Our first meeting had been with her practically naked, but she looked just as gorgeous in a thick sweater and skinny jeans.

"Hey, freshman. Is Yujin that pretty? You've been staring nonstop."

"Uh... yes?"

Apparently I'd been staring at her without even realizing it.

"Yujin's the goddess of our department."

"That's not true."

Even with the student council president introducing her that way, Yujin noona waved her hands in flustered denial.

Next up was the mentor-mentee pairing between seniors and freshmen. Amazingly, as if fate itself were playing a joke, I ended up paired with Yujin noona as her mentee. From the way the student council president winked at me from across the room, it looked like he'd arranged it on purpose.

At first I'd thought he was some jerk trying to mess with me, but now he seemed like a genuinely good, upstanding guy.

Guess not just anyone can be student council president. Mmhmm.

When I looked at Yujin noona, her face was flushed and she couldn't quite meet my eyes. She was still embarrassed about what had happened earlier. And above her head, I could see a number.

That was the reward from pinching her nipples earlier. I still didn't know exactly what Affection did, but I figured having it couldn't hurt. It was affection, after all.

"Noona, what do mentors and mentees actually do?"

"We eat together... you can ask me about things you don't know..."

I whispered to her, so quietly no one else could hear.

"Is that so? There's a lot I don't know about you, noona. I'd like to learn a little more."

Her face went bright red.

"...That can wait until this is over..."

I figured I could take that as a green light.

And so the tedious freshman welcome party came to an end. I hadn't found it all that tedious, though. After all, I'd gotten a little closer to her. You never know, right? At this rate, we might even end up as a couple.

By the time we stepped outside, darkness had already settled in. It was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠March — still spring — and the days were short.

"Noona... want to get dinner?"

"...Sure."

She didn't seem to think it was a bad idea, accepting right away. Of course, we both knew perfectly well what would follow after dinner.

And so we spent the meal together, each of us thinking about what was coming. I don't know about her, but I couldn't even tell whether the food was going in my mouth or my nose.

And then... the moment I'd been waiting for arrived. Yujin noona and I were once again looking at each other inside Room 202.

Silence hung between us.