Chapter 58
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 58
Chapter Title: Reunion (3)
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“S-Sorry...”
Ha Yoon had no idea what she'd done wrong, but she knew full well that in a situation like this, she had to drop to the floor and grovel.
With her hands clasped politely together and her head bowed low, Han Seol-ah looked at her pitifully and spoke.
“Did I ask you to do something difficult? All you had to do was dance in a way that would get our Master excited. Is that so hard?”
It was hard enough to make her want to puke. Hell, she'd have found it easier if they'd just told her to spread her legs. She didn't even know what kind of dance turned someone on, nor did she care.
As Ha Yoon grumbled inwardly with her head still down, a long sigh escaped Han Seol-ah's lips. Ha Yoon flinched at the sound, and Han Seol-ah spoke again.
“Just shake those ridiculously huge tits and ass of yours like a cheap slut. Our Master loves that kind of thing.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“It's true, isn't it?”
Han Seol-ah turned her head away with a pout. She had a perfectly average height and a stunning face, but her breasts weren't all that big.
They were small and dainty, about the size of a slightly cupped palm. It gave her a model-like figure, but it left something to be desired when it came to satisfying a man's lust.
On top of that, she remembered how, before meeting Ha Yoon, Woo Shin-hyung had gotten rock hard at a similar gathering watching some woman with massive tits and ass shaking them around.
“In the end, Master likes big-breasted women too.”
“Of course men love big tits. You used to as well.”
“That's true, but...”
You'd think she'd say something like 'you're still better' even if she had to force it. Instead, Han Seol-ah replied sullenly before turning to Ha Yoon, who was still bowing her head.
“What are you doing? Not dancing?”
“Ah, got it...”
Why the hell is she taking it out on me? Ha Yoon grumbled inwardly as she awkwardly got into position.
Shake her tits and ass, right? She crossed her arms to prop up her chest from below, making her already massive breasts stand out even more. A little wiggle, and even to her own eyes, the jiggling looked downright obscene.
This should be good enough. Thinking that, Ha Yoon sneaked a glance to gauge their reaction.
“...Ngh.”
As Han Seol-ah had said, Woo Shin-hyung's posture had changed. His body, previously lounging lazily on the sofa, was now leaning forward, closer to her.
Surprisingly, Han Seol-ah was in the exact same pose. Her hand on her own chest, staring blankly—this looked pretty ridiculous.
If they weren't VIPs, she'd have laughed her ass off. Lamenting her own position, Ha Yoon shook her chest again. The two lumps jiggled massively against her hugged arms, drawing the eyes of master and slave up and down.
'Next is the ass, right...'
She stopped jiggling her breasts and turned to show her back. Just as her chest and stomach had been transparently visible from the front, her lower back and ass crack were fully exposed from behind.
The one saving grace was the stubby bunny tail covering her most private spot. Ha Yoon let out a sigh and shook her hips.
The cute furball swayed gently, and the pair of gazes shook along with it.
What Ha Yoon was doing wasn't really dancing—just repetitive motions. But thanks to those curves perfectly tuned to male desire, it was impossible to look away.
And though it was a bit awkward and stiff, that only added to the appeal. It came off like the innocent movements of a virgin who knew nothing of sex—enough to arouse any man.
“...Damn, girl, you've got moves!”
Han Seol-ah, who had been staring blankly and swallowing hard despite being a woman herself, snapped to her senses and shouted. Woo Shin-hyung nodded in agreement.
“A little lacking, but that's what makes it feel right. So fresh yet overflowing with sex appeal—I like it.”
“Right? I was thinking the same!”
There wasn't a shred of the innocence she'd shown when they first met in her vigorous nodding.
Ha Yoon caught her breath and bowed deeply.
“...Thank you.”
“That's enough dancing. Come over here.”
Finally done? Forcing her stiffening expression to stay neutral, she wobbled over to Woo Shin-hyung on unsteady legs.
He glanced down for a moment, then nudged her leg with his foot.
“Take off those ill-fitting heels. One tall girl like Seol-ah is enough.”
“Understood.”
They'd been painful to walk in anyway, so Ha Yoon hurriedly kicked them off and lined them up neatly beside her. They weren't hers—they were borrowed from the VIP hosting this gathering—so treating them carelessly could lead to who-knows-what punishment.
As she thought that, Han Seol-ah suddenly jumped up and asked Woo Shin-hyung.
“Can I try them on?”
“Knock yourself out.”
No sooner had permission been given than Han Seol-ah gracefully slipped her feet into the heels.
“Whoa, these are tall!”
“You really shouldn't wear heels. You're creepy tall in them.”
“What?”
“Meanwhile, Ha Yoon shrunk down completely.”
“Ngh...”
The sudden arrow caught Ha Yoon, who had been holding her breath quietly, off guard—her body trembled.
Han Seol-ah let out a smug hum as she approached. Unlike Ha Yoon's stumbling steps, her movements in the heels were as natural as flats. She lifted Ha Yoon's chin with her hand—Ha Yoon's head had been bowed.
It was a similar setup to their first meeting, but swapping shoes changed the height dynamic completely. Han Seol-ah, already tall, now towered in heels— from Ha Yoon's view, it felt almost like looking up at a man.
As Ha Yoon shivered under that naturally condescending gaze, arms suddenly pulled her into an embrace.
“Eek...!”
“You're so tiny!”
When Ha Yoon had worn the heels, their heights had been similar. But now that Han Seol-ah had them on, Ha Yoon felt incredibly small by comparison.
Enough that she could understand why her owner kept hugging her. If someone this cute fit perfectly into your arms, you'd want to hold them every day.
Thinking that, Han Seol-ah savored the soft sensation pressing against her body and smiled happily.
But it was too good to keep to herself, so she led Ha Yoon over to Woo Shin-hyung.
“Master, feel her. She's tiny, but her tits are insanely huge. And even through the clothes, they're so soft—it's unreal.”
“Making a fuss. Which TS victim isn't like that?”
“No, seriously—try it once.”
Urged by Han Seol-ah, Woo Shin-hyung reluctantly reached out. Not that he didn't want to grope those massive tits himself.
“Ahhn!”
“Oh... not bad at all.”
“See? Super soft and great texture, right?”
The two began groping one breast each. Ha Yoon let out a moan and panted. Han Seol-ah chuckled at her.
“Look at her. Face all red and panting just from some tit play. She's super sensitive. Master's cock's in for a treat later.”
“We'll save that for later. How about a light drink first?”
“Sounds good to me!”
Even as they bantered, their hands never stopped fondling her breasts.
Woo Shin-hyung called over a passing waiter and ordered drinks. He kept groping without pause until the glasses arrived.
He even pulled down the front covering her chest to toy with her exposed nipples—sending Ha Yoon over the edge in no time.
“Hiiik...!”
“What, you came? Even your orgasm face is cute.”
Han Seol-ah twisted a nipple hard with a laugh in her voice as Ha Yoon climaxed with her lips pressed tight. Already mid-orgasm, the rough treatment made even standing a struggle amid the pleasure.
Droplets trailed down her thighs as she barely held on. The waiter returned with their order, setting up a table and glasses before them.
She vaguely heard something about a vintage wine from some region, but it didn't register.
“Shall we stop messing around?”
“Might as well.”
Once the waiter left and only the three remained, Woo Shin-hyung pulled his hands from her chest. Han Seol-ah followed suit.
'S-Survived...'
A bit more stimulation and she'd have climaxed hard, screaming embarrassingly. Relieved it hadn't come to that, she panted—only to feel herself being pulled again.
Her legs already weak from the nonstop teasing, she collapsed right onto Han Seol-ah's lap.
“Look at you shaking. Felt that good?”
“Y-Yes... it felt good...”
Saying no here could lead to anything, so she nodded vigorously. Han Seol-ah grinned and handed her the bottle.
It was that fancy vintage whatever. Why give it to her? Surely not to smash over her head. Puzzled, she looked at Han Seol-ah, who dangled a filled wine glass.
“Pour some for me and Master. Carefully—it's expensive.”
How expensive could wine be? But spooked anyway, Ha Yoon poured gingerly for them both.
The crimson liquid flowed smoothly, filling the glasses beautifully. Definitely high-class by the color alone.
Job done, she set the bottle on the table—only for the recently filled glass to thrust before her eyes.
Baffled, she looked at Han Seol-ah, who smiled with her eyes.
“Feed it to me with your mouth.”
“...Pardon?”
“No backtalk. I'll let it slide this time—hurry up.”
Mouth-feeding? What a ridiculous demand. Ha Yoon took the glass, sipped just enough to hold in her mouth, and leaned toward Han Seol-ah.
At least it was a woman, not a man—less repulsive that way.
Lips met, and she carefully parted them, pushing the wine over with her tongue. But Han Seol-ah ignored the wine entirely, grabbing Ha Yoon's tongue and sucking greedily.
No telling who got the alcohol anymore. Tongues tangled wildly, bodies twisting.
Ha Yoon was predictably on the losing end. Her head gripped tight, she was ravaged by Han Seol-ah.
It ended after about five minutes. Panting with a flushed face, another glass was shoved in front of her.
But from a different direction. Turning, she saw Woo Shin-hyung brazenly holding out his glass, as if it were his turn. Ha Yoon let out a hollow laugh.
These two are fucking insane together.