How Does Brother Namgung Know About the King Game…?
Unfortunately, this little get-together had been thrown together so suddenly that the twins had no chance to prepare anything special. They had no choice but to fall back on the most conventional methods.
"Seowol-nim. Let me pour for you myself."
"Once you've finished every cup Yuhwa pours, you'll take the ones I pour too, all right?"
"Ah, y-yes…"
Those conventional methods were, of course… alcohol, women, and—most important of all—drugs.
In truth, the twins' absolute favorite approach was the one they used on the pet femboys raised in the North Sea Ice Palace: snatching parentless children, teaching them twisted common sense, and molding them to their own tastes. Sadly, Im Seowol was already an adult and firmly in the grasp of the young master of the Namgung clan. Kidnapping him and raising him somewhere was out of the question. So the twins settled for getting him pleasantly drunk first, then giving him a "gift" from the two of them that he would never be able to erase for the rest of his life.
Gulp, gulp—
"Wow, I didn't expect that. You're pretty manly, aren't you?"
"Hoo… th-thank you…"
Before long Im Seowol was helplessly swept along by the twins, who kept pushing full cups back and forth, carefully controlling the pace. He ended up just drunk enough to feel pleasantly warm and fuzzy.
"I heard Seowol-nim is so devoted to his studies that he almost never comes to gatherings like this. We're really glad you joined us."
"Is that so… Hoo. I'm glad I could come here too… I think."
Im Seowol had lived a quiet life of pure study without major accidents or conflicts, but he was still a man. Sitting between twin beauties with rare blue-tinged white hair—something almost never seen in the Central Plains—being showered with praise while drinking… how could he not feel good?
While he was happily drinking, Seol Yuhee held out three paper lots she had just made on the spot.
"Shall we play the King Game?"
"Huh? The King Game… with three people?"
If one person drew the king, the remaining two would know exactly who was left. What kind of King Game could three people even play?
Im Seowol's face, already faintly flushed from the alcohol, showed clear confusion. Seol Yuhee simply smiled sweetly.
"Mm. What's wrong with three? It'll be fun."
Once Seol Yuhee pushed, Seol Yuhwa chimed in from the side to back her twin up.
"Seowol-nim… how about doing it just once for Yuhee's sake? She wants to play so badly."
"Mm… all right. Let's give it a try."
At the very least, Im Seowol was not the kind of man who could refuse that kind of attack.
When Maeng Harang had lent Im Seowol to the twins, he had set only one condition: no excessively coercive methods—no kidnapping, no threats.
That meant the twins were barred from the techniques they loved using back at the North Sea Ice Palace. And simply pouring alcohol until someone was blackout drunk and then taking advantage of them was about as far from the twins' tastes as Cheonju was from Beijing.
So the method they chose was this: the King Game.
"Okay, I'm the king this time. Number one, touch number two's breasts!"
"B-breasts…?"
When Seol Yuhee handed down such an outrageously lewd penalty, Im Seowol's face flooded with panic—yet the way he swallowed hard showed he was also a little excited.
From his reaction, he clearly thought he might get to touch Seol Yuhwa's breasts…
"Oh my—looks like I'm number one~"
To Im Seowol's disappointment (and exactly as the twins had planned), he was the one whose breasts would be touched. Seol Yuhwa immediately began fondling them.
"Ahaha, too bad… no, well, this is how it turned out."
"Fufu, right? Now then… Seowol-nim, turn around and sit."
The twins were nearly six cheok tall, while Im Seowol was only a little over five and a half. So he ended up nestled in Seol Yuhwa's arms like a small boy being held by an older sister, feeling the soft press of her breasts against the back of his head.
Nngh… her breasts…
Seol Yuhwa's soft, enormous breasts reminded Im Seowol of the mother he had lost as a child. Even though it was the back of his head being pressed rather than his face buried in her cleavage, those large, fragrant breasts—comparable to the "breasts bigger than her head" courtesans currently in fashion—held devastating power over a virgin honor student.
A few days ago Im Seowol would have been fully erect already. Unfortunately, his cock was currently locked inside a transparent chastity belt.
"Hoo…"
Even so, whether from the alcohol or the forced abstinence, Im Seowol's face was bright red and his breathing had grown a little rough with deep excitement.
"Yuhwa, keep touching his breasts until I say stop. Seowol, you stay still until I tell you, okay?"
"Fufu, yeees~"
Seol Yuhee stepped in front of him and buried Im Seowol's face in her own cleavage. Her short hair that fell just past her boyish shoulders framed breasts every bit as massive as her twin's, completely engulfing his face.
"Mmph—?"
Surrounded front and back by four enormous orbs, Im Seowol barely registered the sharp, prickling sensation on his nipples; he was too intoxicated by the scent of female flesh to think straight.
"Hnn, haah, hnnngh…"
A month of training in the Femboy Divine Art, plus the careful makeup Maeng Harang had helped him apply, had given Im Seowol—though he himself had no idea—a striking androgynous beauty that made him look like a lovely boy… or a lovely girl. Embraced by the twins, he almost looked like girls playfully fondling each other's breasts.
Seol Yuhwa, still holding him from behind, slipped her hands into his clothes and began doing something suspicious to his nipples. About half a gak later—
"Okay, stop—!"
The instant Seol Yuhee called out, Im Seowol was freed from the four-breast siege. Still dazed from breathing in the twins' scent, he suddenly felt a strange discomfort in his chest the moment his mind cleared.
"Heehee… Seowol, how was it? Did it feel good?"
Seol Yuhee pushed her breasts toward him again with a mischievous smile. Im Seowol desperately tore his eyes away from her cleavage and complained about the odd sensation in his own chest.
"Haa, haa, nngh… My chest feels… a little strange…"
The drug's working faster than I expected.
Yeah. Must be because he learned the Femboy Divine Art from the young master.
That prickling sensation Im Seowol had felt in his nipples and areolae was none other than the North Sea Ice Palace's exclusive secret drug: the Femboy Breast Development Promoter II.
A brief explanation of this grandly named elixir is in order.
The North Sea Ice Palace stood near Lake Baikal, a place that had been home to nomadic peoples for thousands of years. To survive in that bitter cold, the palace had developed advanced techniques for milking sheep, cattle, and horses in addition to fishing.
At some point, someone in the Ice Palace with the rather suspicious fetish of "wanting to milk cute young ladies" decided to try applying animal-milking techniques to men. After generations of endless trial and error, the experiment finally succeeded.
Thus the North Sea Ice Palace came to possess unmatched expertise in developing human—especially male—breasts, and that technology continued to improve even now.
In short, the twin sisters from the North Sea Ice Palace were genuine experts in the sexual development of breasts.
While Im Seowol's face was buried in Seol Yuhee's cleavage and his vision blocked, Seol Yuhwa had skillfully injected the aphrodisiac with a tiny syringe into his areolae, nipples, and even inside the nipples themselves. The victim of this truly horrific act, drunk and aroused, had no idea what had just happened to him.
Haa… if we'd had a little more time, we could have made him lactate too…
Don't worry. We'll get another chance next time… or even later tonight.
Why was it so horrific? Because the drug the twins had injected directly—the Femboy Breast Development Promoter II—was simply too effective.
In addition to developing sexual sensitivity throughout the entire breast tissue (not just the nipples), its effects were so rapid and intense that they left lasting aftereffects—for example, applying it to the nipples could make them so sensitive that even wearing clothes became unbearable. Combined with the Femboy Divine Art, it also produced a synergistic effect that left the nipples permanently erect and stiff, just like a woman's.
In other words, Im Seowol was about to develop the slightly puffy femboy breasts currently all the rage in the Central Plains. And if the twins got just a little more time to train him, they might even be able to milk him the way they milked the pet femboys they had raised in the North Sea Ice Palace.
…And if something went wrong… his breasts might end up bigger than his head.
"Hnn, hooaaah… this is weird… My chest keeps prickling and… it itches…"
Im Seowol looked at them while fighting the sudden urge to strip off his upper clothes and scratch or fondle his itchy chest. Seol Yuhwa lowered her head as if dejected and apologized.
"I'm so sorry, Seowol-nim… I got a little too excited and squeezed too hard…"
Even with her head bowed, the corners of her mouth were twitching upward in a smile she couldn't quite hide—but Im Seowol couldn't see that from his angle.
"Ah, no… it's fine. These things happen…"
Faced with a beautiful woman baring her cleavage while bowing her head in apology, Im Seowol had no idea they had just performed an irreversible act of indecency on his chest. He simply accepted Seol Yuhwa's apology with good grace.
He's so easy.
Yeah. Really easy.
Watching him, the twins exchanged a glance and smiled.
"Well then, Seowol-nim… shall we draw the next lots?"