“…Do you want to touch my chest?”
It’s the ultimate magic spell a girlfriend can cast when her boyfriend is angry.
I never thought I’d hear that in real life.
Especially from a female friend, not a girlfriend.
Like I was possessed, I reached out with both hands toward her ample chest, only to snap back to reality and ask Samajak.
“What’s your game? Why are you asking me if I want to touch your chest all of a sudden?”
With a calm expression, Samajak accentuated her chest.
“I thought you were staring at my chest since a while ago.”
“Well, it’s because your chest is big… Ah, no, that’s not it.”
Feeling like I was being played along with Samajak’s intentions, I shook my head, murmuring, and then asked seriously.
“Can I really touch it?”
In such situations, the standard response would be to reject it, but I am not a man who would pass up an opportunity when it’s laid out on the table.
Moreover, she asked if I wanted to touch it first—if I pulled back, it would be embarrassing for her.
“I told you a moment ago. If you keep my secret, I’ll do anything.”
As she said that, Samajak pushed her chest forward.
“…….”
*Gulp—*
Caught in the conflict between rationality saying not to touch and the instinct wanting to, my instincts ultimately triumphed.
*Squish!*
The first thought was ‘it’s soft.’
It felt like touching a water balloon.
Yet, the unique smoothness of human skin was vividly conveyed through my fingertips.
When one thinks of a warrior’s body, it typically conjures images of solid muscles, but with a chest this size, it must be closer to pure fat.
*Squish! Squish!*
Like a child playing with sand or clay, I continued to squeeze Samajak’s soft chest for a while until I was satisfied before finally releasing it.
“Ah.”
At that, Samajak let out a timid exclamation.
Her face was flushed, and she seemed quite embarrassed.
*Ahem!*
Regaining my composure, I cleared my throat and fanned my face.
While I certainly took advantage when the chance to touch arose, it felt like I had done something bad to a naïve girl.
It wasn’t just in my head; the atmosphere in the room seemed to heat up, prompting me to hastily open a window.
As the cool breeze flowed in, calming my racing heart, I looked over at Samajak, who was sitting on the bed in a rarer-than-usual demure posture.
“What I touched just now was… like a kind of payment, right? On the condition of keeping your secret.”
To that, Samajak nodded, her face still tinged with red.
“Yeah.”
Her outfit was all disheveled from the moments earlier when I squeezed her chest, and the faint marks left by my fingers on her pale skin drew my gaze like a magnet.
Fearing that instinct would once again overpower reason, I quickly averted my eyes, and as my excitement began to settle slightly, a twinge of apprehension hit me.
‘If Rin finds out, I’m dead.’
I might not have outright cheated, but the fact of having fondled another girl’s chest was intrinsically guilty.
Moreover, having developed a somewhat uneasy relationship with Samajak, who was my very first friend upon entering the academy, was an issue.
I felt like a puppy needing to go out, restlessly pacing the room before suddenly plopping down in a chair.
Then, I sincerely asked.
“Samajak, can I ask you something?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you… like me?”
That was an outright question.
Honestly, it wasn’t the kind of thing one should ask in such a situation, but nothing else seemed relevant.
Though I knew her secret, I didn’t think she would ask if I wanted to touch her chest if there were no feelings involved.
And this suspicion was confirmed by—
“Yeah, I like you.”
Samajak’s shy affirmation revealed it as a fact.
*
It was the first time.
That her chest has been touched by someone else, especially a guy.
Even though there were many pretty girls around, Ichilbok was still a puberty-stricken boy.
At this age, it was only natural to be curious about a girl’s chest.
And just as Samajak predicted, Ichilbok succumbed to the temptation of her chest and touched it.
For the first time in life, this large chest, which had never helped me before, was finally of use.
Of course, in terms of beauty, it couldn’t outshine Dokgorin, Namgoong Ruby, or Tang Sosu, but I was confident in the size and shape of it.
‘Is this what they call love?’
Even after having touched enough to satisfy, Ichilbok still looked a bit reluctant to let go, sending Samajak into a ticklish sensation.
Like wanting to fulfill whatever the other wished for.
This was an emotion she was experiencing for the first time in her life.
Feeling an indescribable exhilaration along with the growing hardness of her chest, Samajak unconsciously gazed up and down at Ichilbok’s body.
His solid, muscled chest formed by rigorous training.
A sharp jawline that looked like it could cut.
Long legs and fists calloused from hardship.
Even the beauty could have rivaled Song Yu of the Chao Dynasty.
‘So this is what my mother meant by a woman’s happiness.’
Realizing there was knowledge in the world that books could not convey, Samajak was lost in thought, staring at Ichilbok’s face when he suddenly spoke up.
“What I touched just now was… like a kind of payment, right? On the condition of keeping your secret.”
It seemed like he was worried about the consequences, even if he had touched.
“Yeah.”
Nodding my head confirmed once more that it was okay, and Ichilbok showed a slight relief.
Thus, a subtle silence fell, and as he leisurely roamed about the room, Ichilbok suddenly perched himself on the bed and asked seriously.
“Samajak, can I ask you something?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you like me?”
It seemed he wanted to clarify things.
His reasons for such behavior and his true feelings.
And understanding his intentions, Samajak did not dodge the question.
“Yeah, I like you.”
It was her first confession in life.
*
Honestly, I don’t really get why I’m so popular.
Dokgorin likes me because I saved her life, but I didn’t have anything particular with Samajak.
I simply thought we could get along as ordinary roommates, and other than her somewhat quirky speech, she had no real faults that would make me dislike her.
But suddenly I realized, Samajak said she liked me too.
Having lived a life distanced from women until the brink of death, it was incomprehensible to me.
‘Is this what they call woman trouble?’
I pondered this as I looked at Samajak sitting before me.
With her original charm back after relaxing from the stress, she was undeniably a cute girl, small stature aside.
Short hair just touching her shoulders, moist eyes, and lips as red as cherries.
‘No doubt she looked much better as a girl than as a boy.’
Even without makeup, she was striking enough that with some enhancements, she would be even prettier.
As I pondered about such side thoughts, trying to escape reality, Samajak looked at me with a nervous expression.
“So, what do you think of me, Ichilbok?”
“…….”
I figured this was how it would go.
After a moment of contemplation, I opened my mouth.
“Even though I’ve already touched your chest, it’s a bit awkward saying this, but I already have someone I’m promised to.”
“Is that Dokgorin?”
“Yes.”
I nodded, biting my lip.
“To be honest, I don’t want to hurt you. But maintaining an ambiguous relationship would only be toxic for both of us.”
“Understood. Then let’s remain friends.”
“Huh?”
I was flabbergasted by how readily Samajak accepted my declaration.
“Is that alright?”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Well, usually, if someone gets rejected, they feel hurt or something.”
Then, as if she understood what I meant, Samajak smiled softly and said.
“I just confessed my feelings for you now. Honestly, I thought it wouldn’t matter even if I got rejected.”
And since there was still plenty of time left.
“…What?”
Hearing Samajak’s cryptic words made me feel a bit anxious.
“The fact that you’re promised for the future means you haven’t married yet, right? So there’s still a chance for me.”
And just like that, Samajak dropped a shocking revelation without backing down from my growing concerns.
“Don’t tell me you thought I would give up just because I got rejected? You know I keep pushing until I win, right?”
Sabajaks are known for their persistence.
So—
“I’ll make sure to change your mind before you graduate.”
Samajak said that with a provocative smile.
“Heh.”
Why is it that all the girls I meet seem to have this kind of personality?
I promised to keep Samajak’s secret, but if it’s already going like this, my future seems bleak.
With the inevitable thought that if Dokgorin ever found out, it wouldn’t end well, I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by fatigue.
