Since It's a Shame, One More Drink at My Place?
"Hey, did the 3rd Battery Commander come?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"I heard your battery's having a get-together tonight. What brings you here?"
"It's not just the get-together. With an inspection on the unit, I had to show up, right?"
"That's my 3rd Battery Commander for you."
While the two of them traded words, I stood a little ways back, scanning every inch of Park Yumi, the major seated in the middle of the table. She'd come straight from home to the base, dressed light and comfy for the warming weather: loose-fitting shorts, a white tank top, and a thin beige cardigan draped over it. It was such ordinary loungewear, but on her actress-level stunning figure, it looked like a photoshoot spread. And what instantly hooked my gaze... was the watermelon-level volume of her massive tits.
Encased in a white bra matching her tank, Major Park Yumi revealed just a hint of that deep cleavage up top. Staring at her rack—rivaling those J-cup monsters from island-nation AVs across the sea—she turned from her chat with the battery commander and spotted me lurking behind.
"Jaejun's here too?"
"Yes, Ma'am. The forward observer platoon leader tagged along with me."
"Did you drag him here, Seon-ah?"
"No way! When he heard about the unit inspection, he insisted on coming himself, so I brought him."
"For real? Jaejun, is that what your battery commander says?"
"Yes, that's right. I came on my own accord."
"Ooh, impressive~"
She stuck out her left hand, thumb up in praise at my answer about returning to base voluntarily. I flashed a slight smile in response, eyes sneaking a peek at her tits as her arm stretched my way, exposing even more. Damn, those are huge... Looked like today, instead of the battery commander's assets, I'd be treating myself to the battalion commander's mouthwatering melons.
Back at base with the battery commander, we spent about 30 minutes checking for any slip-ups to prep for inspection. Then the phone in the admin section rang. The administrative sergeant who picked it up got this weird look on her face.
"Pardon? You mean they went to the neighboring battalion? Ah... yes, got it."
She hung up, dropping the bombshell that left me and the battery commander deflated.
"What do we do now?... The inspection team's gone to another battalion."
"Haaa...."
We'd cut our battery get-together short and rushed back for a higher-up inspection, only for it to hit somewhere else. The battery commander let out a deep sigh after hearing from the admin sergeant—equal parts frustration, relief, and exhaustion all mixed in her breath.
Once she'd sorted her feelings a bit, she gave the admin sergeant a nod of thanks, then turned to me in a hollow voice.
"Let's go..."
Less than an hour after returning to base, we were clocking out for the second time that night. Cutting through the crisp evening air—our moods a cocktail of letdown and relief—we passed the guard post when the battery commander, walking beside me, made an offer.
"Jaejun, it's still early, and we barely got to enjoy the get-together. Wanna do one more round at my place before heading out?"
"Yes, Ma'am! Sounds great!"
I jumped at it, flashbacks hitting me from that first Monday dinner with her and its naughty vibes. Heart pounding with sleazy anticipation, I found myself at her place for round two.
Stepping into her familiar apartment, the battery commander pulled beers, soju, and instant snacks from the fridge. Soon the little living room table was loaded. As time ticked by, food and drinks dwindled bit by bit. By the time the wall clock hit 11, three empty soju bottles and two beer PETs littered under the table.
We'd already downed three or four someks each at the first round, so we were both pretty buzzed. The battery commander especially—her tongue slurring just a touch—which turned out to be a golden opportunity for me.
"Sho... Jaejun... gotta take care of your health... not jusht work hard..."
"Yes, Ma'am..."
She draped her arms over the table, mumbling slurred advice about health. Answering her, my eyes locked on those heavy red melons propped on the table, mind spinning filthy fantasies. What if I buried my face between them? Wonder if her nipples are pink?)
Savoring her body in my imagination, hoping for some lucky touch, when suddenly she lurched and face-planted onto the table.
*Thud*
"Nngh..."
Lucky I'd cleared glasses and bowls around her—no mess, just her upper body collapsing cleanly with a soft groan.
*Gulp...*
Her tits squished out sideways under the table's pressure, that lewd silhouette making me swallow hard in horny delight. But then a brilliant idea sparked in my head.
Can't just leave a drunk superior like this. Gotta help her to bed... and maybe my hands slip a little?)
Seizing the moment—make opportunity if it won't come—I stood up, chanting the mantra in my mind.
"Battery Commander, you're wasted... Sleeping like that'll mess you up. Gotta get you inside..."
Playing the concerned subordinate, but inside buzzing at the thought of finally laying hands on her body after days of just looking. Throat dry, heart racing with tension, I sidled up naturally and reached out carefully.
*Wobble wobble*
"Battery Commander? Wake up a sec."
"Nngh..."
Grabbed her shoulder lightly to check if she was conscious—out came a sleepy whine like a kid throwing a tantrum. After a few tries, figuring it was safe, I moved my hands to her waist and right arm.
I looped her right arm behind my back, wrapped my left around her waist, and slowly hoisted her up.
"Heave..."
Grunting like I was putting in real effort to hide my dark intentions, her explosive curves pressed tight against me.
*Squishhh...* ❤️
Her bra-stuffed tits mashed soft against my side and ribs; her 42-inch apple hips bounced firm against my thigh and pelvis. Blood rushed straight to my groin.
No band since the gym, my 26cm monster tented my shorts instantly. Obscenely obvious bulge, but with her out cold, no issue. I tuned everything out, lost in the dizzying pleasure of her body glued to mine. Precum from my cock soaked my panties and shorts as we shuffled toward her room.
To prolong contact with her body after four days, I took agonizingly slow steps—but the place was tiny, so we hit the bedroom quick.
*Grope grope...*
That short trek from door to bed, I slid my waist hand down for final thrills, copping feels of her insanely bouncy ass.
Whoa... this ass is insane for real...
Soft yet toned, addictive to the touch—my hand clung to her cheeks right up to the bed.
Reluctant to let go, but I sighed inwardly and eased her down.
*Plop...*
She flopped limply onto the bed. Her luscious tits and ass jiggled lewdly, but I lacked the guts to grab them, just watching.
Like a feast laid out but too chicken to dig in... my born loser limit?
Gazing at her defenseless drunk form, smacking my lips, when unexpected luck struck.
*Rustle rustle*
"Nngh... so hot..."
Lying on her side, she mumbled about the heat and tugged at her top to strip it off. A naughty possibility flashed in my mind.
If I help the battery commander undress...