The Naked Apron and the Legendary Bust Pill

It was 2 a.m.

"Hey, Kim Taeseok. Keep your footsteps quiet. My mom has ridiculously sharp ears when she sleeps."

I turned to the two-meter-tall giant following me and pressed a finger to my lips with a sharp "Shh."

Taeseok, despite his massive frame, tiptoed into the living room on his heels like some oversized puppy.

Thanks to that insane four-legged beast play on the way here, my body was already drenched in sweat.

Disgusted by the sticky feeling, I started to yank off the oversized shirt—only to realize I had nothing else to wear.

My old closet was full of drab men's clothes, and nothing fit this frail, petite girl's body.

Haah, it's so hot and gross I could die.

That was when something white hanging on the kitchen wall caught my eye.

A frilly apron. The one Mom had impulsively bought from a home shopping channel.

The old Kang Jinho, ultimate macho ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠man, would have bolted in horror. But my brain was now soaked in points, capitalism, and a twisted sense of depravity.

"Whatever. If it feels cool, who cares?"

I tossed the sweat-soaked shirt without a second thought and wrapped the thin, frilly apron around my bare body.

Tying the strings behind my neck and knotting the ribbon at my slender waist, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the back was completely exposed, letting cool air kiss my skin. The short hem left my pale legs fully on display.

It was the legendary "naked apron" look, straight out of myth.

"Oi, Kim Taeseok. You said you had a cooking license, right? Boil some ramen."

I strolled into the kitchen and gave the order in a languid voice.

Taeseok, standing at the stove and trembling as he dumped ramen into a pot, turned at the sound of my voice.

"Ah, got it… Noo—Huuuuh?!"

The moment he saw me, he froze stiff as if struck by lightning. The ramen packet slipped from his huge, pot-lid-sized hands and hit the floor.

His mouth hung open. His eyes shook like an earthquake had hit.

"Huh? N-Noona…! Y-Your clothes… why…"

"Don't look back. Turn around and just boil the ramen."

I walked up to the flustered Taeseok and grabbed his broad, solid shoulders with my small, pale hands.

"Haa… Seriously, this is ridiculous."

I let out a hollow laugh. I used to be Korea's Rank 1 hunter, the so-called Destruction God. This guy was my party's reliable meat shield, Rank 6 main tanker. He never even blinked in front of abyss boss monsters. And now he was trembling like a leaf just because I had a naked apron on?

I practically hung off his shoulders, making his ears burn bright red while I stroked his nape and snickered.

"Why are you boiling six packs at once? And you idiot, you didn't even turn on the gas. The pot's already overflowing like the Han River. It's gonna spill."

"Ah, the flame… I'll turn it on! Right now!"

Startled by my scolding, Taeseok tried to cover the pot, but his hands had long since stopped working properly. Even knowing I was the former Rank 1 he used to call "hyung," the sight of my sweat-slick skin and the precarious apron had completely melted his brain.

"Hup…! Haa…!"

Taeseok's ragged breathing echoed through the quiet living room.

At that moment, the hologram window floating in the corner of my vision began flashing wildly.

The explosive reactions and flood of points made me snort.

See that? That's the Rank 1 mentality. If you can't avoid it, become a slave to capitalism and dominate the situation completely.

After hanging off his shoulders and teasing him for a while, I finally spoke up.

"Noona… I'm getting sweaty and hot. Haa…"

"You crazy bastard, I'm hot too! Shit!"

I shot up and, without thinking, swung one leg up onto the sink.

The petite girl in nothing but a naked apron lifting her leg made the apron hem ride up dangerously, exposing the pale inner thigh in full view.

"N-Noona… You smell really good… Haa…"

Taeseok's eyes had already lost focus, whites showing.

"You lunatic! That's just the smell of ramen with green chili peppers! Shit!"

As I shouted in embarrassment and put more weight on the leg resting on the sink, thick veins bulged on Taeseok's neck.

"Haa… Damn. Look at the former Rank 1 losing his mind and panting over a single bare leg and some ramen."

Amused, I leaned back against his shoulder and lightly slapped his flushed cheek.

Then a sudden wave of existential dread hit me.

Ha… What the hell am I doing right now? Sitting with my leg between a Rank 6 guy's thighs while wearing a naked apron? Has this girl's body completely surrendered to male pheromones and capitalism?

With a bitter feeling, I opened the system window and checked my balance. The points the perverted constellations had dumped were stacked up nicely.

Haaang. I came so hard. This is basically paid doping. If I keep going, both body and mind will belong to you… Ah, I guess I'll just have to break completely. It's a body I already threw away anyway.

Yeah. Since I got a generous tip, I might as well go all the way with this discarded(?) body.

I rummaged through the point shop and found an interesting item.

"What's this? Might as well buy it."

Grinning, I spent the points, snatched the pink pill from the air, and swallowed it in one gulp.

The next instant—

"Haa, shit… S-So soft!"

A massive wave of heat burst from my chest. My bustline swelled at an absurd speed, pushing the thin apron fabric to its limit until it was forced aside. What had been modest mounds instantly evolved into an overwhelming, voluptuous form too large to cup with both hands. The sudden forward weight made my waist arch involuntarily.

It was the kind of violent, overwhelming volume that the former macho Kang Jinho could never have imagined.

"N-Noona… Y-Your chest…!"

The tanker who had witnessed the insane transformation up close suddenly sprayed nosebleed like a fountain. His pupils rolled upward and his massive body began to collapse toward the kitchen floor with a heavy thud—

Click.

"Aigoo! My son turned into such a pretty daughter… How wonderful!"

The sound of the master bedroom door opening was followed by Dad's voice, coming out because he was thirsty in his sleep.

"Shit, hide!"

I reflexively dove under the kitchen table. Taeseok was about to fall, so I grabbed his collar with all my strength and yanked him down.

The two-meter giant and the explosive-glamour girl in a naked apron ended up tangled awkwardly beneath the tiny four-person table.

"Jinho… Huh? Did you boil ramen…?"

The sound of Dad's slippers approached the kitchen.

Under the suffocatingly narrow table, my bare leg was tangled between Taeseok's thick thighs, my back pressed flush against his broad ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠chest. Worst of all, my newly enlarged bust was being crushed against his solid forearm and chest, creating an unbearable friction.

Our ragged breaths and heartbeats transmitted directly through skin contact at this dizzying distance. I clamped both hands over my mouth to keep any sound from escaping. Taeseok, still bleeding from the nose, held his breath completely and exhaled hot air against my nape.

The footsteps drew closer.

If we got caught, it was really over.

"Thud, thud, thud."

Whether it was my heartbeat or Dad's slippers, the sound hammered my eardrums.

The real problem was that this massive new chest was being squished between Taeseok's rock-hard forearm and chest, threatening to burst. The soft, heavy sensation was impossible to ignore. Taeseok's beast-like hot breath began licking at my ear in an overtly lewd manner.

Ah, please. You horny dog bastard. If your junior goes wild here, we'll both get beaten to death by ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Dad with a stick!

The moment Dad's huge shadow fell over the table we were hiding under, my vision flashed white.