I'm Choi Ji-young! Park Eun-ji's Friend
Breasts. To dismiss them as mere parts of the body would be to ignore how much they truly signify. Especially a woman's breasts. They were something no one else was allowed to touch freely. Not just same-sex friends, but even couples in a relationship had to be extremely careful about touching them.
“Go on, touch them.”
“Ah…”
Choi Ji-young boldly thrust her chest forward. The smile on her face radiated a strange confidence.
“Not gonna touch? I said touch them.”
Choi Ji-young bent her knees slightly then straightened them. At first glance they hadn't seemed that big, but her breasts swayed gently up and down.
“Look at that stiff face. Kim-jjin~ You're kinda cute when you're like this.”
“……”
“…How long are you just gonna stare? You don't want to touch?”
“……”
I'd already groped Park Eun-ji's and Park Ah-young's breasts to my heart's content. That didn't mean I'd gotten tired of them, though. No matter how much I fondled them, I never grew bored. There was never a moment when I felt like I'd had enough. And now here was the third pair. You might think all women's breasts were the same, but that wasn't true at all. Just the visible difference in size was enough to tell them apart. Park Eun-ji had the biggest, Park Ah-young the smallest, and Choi Ji-young's sat somewhere comfortably in between. Naturally, the way Park Eun-ji's and Park Ah-young's breasts felt in my hands was completely different too. It wasn't just about size—softness, firmness, elasticity—everything varied wildly.
“…Gulp.”
“Aah~ How many times are you gonna swallow your spit~ Kim-jjin, your eyes look really scary right now.”
“Ah, uh, it's just… my throat's dry.”
“Feels like you're licking your lips while staring at me? Huh?”
I was curious. What kind of sensation would those breasts give me? And how would Choi Ji-young react to my groping and caressing?
“…You're really gonna touch?”
“Well, what, were you planning to fake-touch them or something? Stop asking the same thing and… just touch them already.”
Choi Ji-young crossed her arms, propping her breasts up with her forearms. The way they rose prominently created clear outlines of her bra beneath the thin T-shirt.
“Heung… Now you're in the mood to touch?”
“……”
My hand reached out. It drew closer and closer to Choi Ji-young.
“…Ah, wait a sec.”
I was almost there. If my fingers had been just two centimeters longer, I would've definitely made contact. But Choi Ji-young suddenly spun sideways, as if deliberately trying to tease me.
“Kyaa, kyahk!”
“…What the hell. You told me to touch.”
“Hey, hey! Over there, p-people are coming!”
“Ah…”
My arm instinctively wrapped around Choi Ji-young's shoulder. Startled, she yelped and pointed frantically to the side. Thud— thud— thud— Sure enough, Choi Ji-young was right. Though I couldn't see their faces, three or four guys who looked like they were drunk were passing right by the corner where we were standing.
“Haa, ha… Scared the hell out of me. You were so still when I told you to touch, but now you're making a fuss at the worst possible time…”
Choi Ji-young knocked my hand away from her shoulder with a light tap. The bold confidence she'd shown earlier had faded a little. It made sense—only a tiny minority of people would enjoy showing this kind of thing in public, and Choi Ji-young was clearly part of the normal majority.
“…Why were you so surprised?”
“How could I not be? People were walking right by.”
She reacted like a kid who'd just been caught stealing. Choi Ji-young glanced sideways, stood there blankly for a while, then finally let out a sigh of relief.
“Phew… They're gone, right?”
Choi Ji-young, who'd been standing a step away from me, took several deep breaths. She wiped imaginary sweat from her forehead, then looked up and met my eyes. Her face had an expression like she'd just realized something was wrong. I couldn't shake the feeling that the bus had already left, and maybe because of that impatience, my hands moved before I could speak.
“Ah, uh…! You, right now! Heung!”
Startled by my hand, Choi Ji-young stumbled backward and ended up sitting down. She curled her body into a ball, hugging her knees as if trying to protect herself.
“…Y-you, shit! What the hell's wrong with you all of a sudden!”
“You told me to touch them.”
“…You should've touched them earlier! Don't! I told you not to!”
She bristled like a hedgehog as I approached, trying to keep me away. But even hedgehogs have weak points.
“Not curious?”
“…A-about what!”
“About the guy who supposedly dumped Park Eun-ji.”
“…You'll tell me?”
“That was our deal, remember? I touch, then I tell you.”
“……”
For all her tough act, Choi Ji-young was still just a girl in the end. When I'd been hesitating earlier, she'd been all excited and trying to take the lead, but now that I'd changed my mind and started pushing, she was visibly flustered.
“It's fine. If you don't want me to touch, you don't have to tell me anything.”
“…Aww, come on, seriously…”
Her voice was full of conflict. She'd been so bold about offering her breasts earlier, but now she was acting like she didn't want it at all. Women really were creatures you could never fully understand. Or maybe she actually preferred being led around innocently and stupidly like before.
“……Are you drunk? W-why are you suddenly like this… It was just, I was joking… it was a joke!”
“Letting someone touch your tits as a joke?”
“T-tits…? You talk so damn vulgar.”
“Ah, breasts. Whatever… So you just casually tell guys to touch your breasts as a joke? Is that it?”
“…Are you calling me a total slut right now?”
“No, not a slut… I was just wondering if you do this kind of thing normally.”
It was half curiosity, half genuine question. No matter how much of a pathetic pushover and loser I was supposed to be, did she really think I'd just freeze up and do nothing when she told me to grope her breasts? Honestly, I'd been a bit surprised at first. Who suddenly offers their tits like that? It was completely outside the realm of common sense, something I'd never experienced before. But if it was all just a joke? My disappointment was as big as my expectations had been, and my interest in this deflated version of Choi Ji-young was starting to fade.
“…You crazy bastard. I'm Choi Ji-young! Park Eun-ji's friend!”
“So what?”
“…What?”
There were always people like this. The type who acted like their friend's success was their own. Still, Choi Ji-young was relatively tame. She'd only ever stood by and watched while I got bullied.
“…No, so what do you want me to do about it?”
I tried a slightly sarcastic tone. Since Choi Ji-young's only backup was Park Eun-ji, I wanted to make her realize just how worthless and useless that backup really was.
“You… if I tell Eun-ji about this… then what are you gonna do, huh?”
She must've sensed the atmosphere shifting.
“Whatever. Just get up for now. What are you doing sitting on the ground?”
“…Let go! I told you not to grab me!”
I slipped my hands under her armpits. Choi Ji-young struggled, but that was all.
“Ah, ahk!”
She ended up being pulled to her feet by my hands. Choi Ji-young desperately tried to cover her breasts with her own hands.
“Ah, shit! What the hell's wrong with you! You weren't like this before!”
She really had seen me as nothing more than a pathetic loser. That was why she'd offered her breasts so generously earlier, like she was doing me a favor.
“Before? Ah, right… Losers like me aren't supposed to act like this, huh.”
Well, she wasn't exactly wrong. When had I ever grabbed Choi Ji-young's body like this?
“…If you get it, let go now. I'll pretend this never happened.”
Her eyes lit up for a moment, thinking I'd understood. Then she lifted her chin slightly, and that signature arrogant look returned—the typical glare of a bully looking down on a loser. She was looking at me like I was beneath her. If I'd been my old self, I would've immediately lowered my eyes under that familiar gaze.
“……Not gonna look down?”
All the goodwill Choi Ji-young had shown earlier felt like a midsummer night's dream. It was time to wake up from this nightmare, my body drenched in sweat from the muggy heat.
“Hoo…”
Anyway, all bullies were the same. The moment they sensed someone weaker, they couldn't wait to bite. Classic strong-against-the-weak, weak-against-the-strong. They'd roll over for anyone stronger, but loved acting tough against the weak.
“…Hey, Kim-jjin. I said look down, you fuck!”
They say strong words make you look weak, and Choi Ji-young was no exception. The way she puffed herself up and acted like this was normal was just pathetic. She was like a pufferfish that would deflate the moment you poked her with a needle.
“You have to keep your promises.”
“…Promise? I never made any promise with you.”
I hadn't planned on being nice about it either, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd been stabbed in the back.
“If you don't remember the promise, I'll remind you.”
“…Remind my ass—kyaa, kyaaaah—!”
I reached out. My fingertips found the place they hadn't been able to reach earlier.
“Y-you crazy bastard!!”
“Oh~ I'm crazy.”
“You, if Eun-ji finds out about this! Wh-what are you gonna do!”
Soft. The gentle skin transmitted through her bra made my lower body twitch with sudden arousal.
“You, fuck! I'm gonna, ugh, tell Eun-ji everything!!”
The only person she could think to call was Park Eun-ji. If it had been the police, I might've actually been scared… no, I would've been genuinely surprised and smashed that phone she was bringing to her ear.
“Ugh, Eun-ji!”
I quietly closed my mouth. Tears were already welling up in Choi Ji-young's eyes.
“Th-that's, right now! Do you even know where we are!”
She kept babbling whatever came to mind, acting like she was the victim… Well, maybe she was. But that didn't really matter. Eventually she pulled the phone away from her ear, like the call had ended.
“Hehehe… You, fuck… you're done for now. A pathetic loser like you, turning around and touching my tits? Haa… you crazy bastard… haa, hoo… you piece of shit, you fuck… when Eun-ji gets here I'm really gonna kill you! You hear me!”
Her swearing sounded awkward, like she wasn't used to it. Well, that kind of personality didn't really suit her. Maybe I'd gone too far? Did touching her breasts really change someone this much? It was just one touch, after all. And she was the one who'd started it. This was all her own karma, so she might as well accept it gracefully.
“What, fuck… don't you have anything to say to me now? Don't you feel like you should be begging like crazy right about now?”
“……”
Choi Ji-young really wanted to see me groveling.
“You… really… just wait till Eun-ji gets here. Then, then really… haa, hoo… haaa…”
She let out ragged breaths one after another. Her flushed face wasn't just from the alcohol. And then, from not too far away near the bar, came the sound of running footsteps—tap-tap-tap-tap. Choi Ji-young's face instantly brightened.