The inside of the clothes was warm.
No, it was downright hot.
If it were normal body heat, this warmth would be expected, but there was a scorching, stifling heat radiating from somewhere, as if filled with a searing blaze.
"...Asleep?"
"..."
Her steady breathing stopped.
As if holding her breath... she inhaled and then refused to exhale.
"...She really is asleep."
Park Eun-ji was quiet.
Lying still, pretending to be asleep.
No, maybe she really was asleep.
But there were more than a few strange things about this.
Her stiff, tense body, her trembling eyelashes.
Her face was still flushed, and her twitching shoulders looked like they were spasming.
Soon, Park Eun-ji let out a soft whimper.
She didn't even seem to realize she was holding her breath, struggling so pitifully to keep it in.
Squeeze—
"Kkh, kkhh—!"
I pressed my fingertips into her lower stomach.
The soft flesh yielded, squish—, wrapping around my fingers.
Then, she tensed up, resisting.
What was once soft had now turned firm, pushing back against my touch.
"Haaah..."
It was a dizzying sensation, as if my hand might melt from the heat.
A tingling current ran down my spine, wrapping around my body, making every hair stand on end.
Swish— swish—
"Kkhh...! Hh, hhh—!"
I stroked her stomach.
The smooth, elastic skin beneath her clothes.
The slight dip of her waist.
My fingers traced circles around her navel, teasing.
"Ah, hh... hhng..."
It was a softness I couldn't find on my own body.
Not that I didn't know Park Eun-ji's body was this pliant.
But this was the first time I'd touched her like this—freely, beneath her clothes.
I could feel myself getting excited, worked up... losing control.
"...Still asleep?"
"Hhhp—!"
As if deliberately trying to keep up the act, Park Eun-ji swallowed hard and held her ground.
But my hands didn't stop.
Swish— swish—
Her cute, slightly protruding lower stomach.
Not flabby or saggy from weight gain.
That firm, rounded presence was closer to muscle.
Her well-developed abs had a chewy resilience, perfect for kneading like dough.
"Hhh, hh... ha, haaah..."
Her lower stomach was impossibly sensitive.
And Park Eun-ji was letting me do this.
Just how far would she let me go?
Would she stay still if I groped her boobs?
The curiosity burned hotter.
Swish— sswhh—
My hand slid inside her clothes like it was riding a slide.
The angle was awkward, so I naturally shifted closer, pressing against her side.
"Ah..."
Park Eun-ji's face, now up close.
Since we were about the same height, lying down didn't make much difference between us.
"...Hh, hhkyaa—?!"
She let out a startled cry.
But her lips quickly sealed shut.
Even now, still pretending to sleep.
I couldn't help but let out a dry laugh.
"...Hey, Park Eun-ji."
"Hhk—!"
I whispered into her burning-red ear.
"You're still asleep even when I'm touching you like this?"
"..."
She gnawed on her lower lip.
Her tightly shut eyes trembled, twitching uncontrollably.
"...Or do you actually want to get fucked by a loser like me? Are you that horny?"
It was cheap, vulgar talk.
Park Eun-ji's earlobe twitched in response.
"...If you don't like it, say so. Then I'll stop."
But could I actually stop?
That didn't seem important right now.
"Haa, ha... hhng..."
Park Eun-ji was already panting.
"It's not like it'll wear out. Let me touch a little more. Okay?"
Her trembling eyelashes made it look like she was nodding.
Squeeze—
"Hh, hhaaah...♥"
She gasped sharply.
No wonder—my fingers had just brushed against something firm.
"Aah, hh, hhng..."
The softness under my touch, the dizzying warmth of her skin beneath her bra—it was intoxicating.
It felt completely different from when I'd touched her over her clothes earlier.
"...Gulp."
Then what would it feel like to touch bare skin?
My imagination wasn't that vivid.
The only way was to find out for myself.
"Uhh, ah, aahh—!"
A sharp reaction, disguised as sleep-talking.
I grabbed the plump flesh spilling from under her bra.
Park Eun-ji's body jerked.
But the way her shoulders kept twitching was almost funny.
Helpless against my hands groping her boobs however I wanted.
Swish— swish—
The soft skin peeking from under her bra left me in awe.
It was beyond words—Park Eun-ji's boobs might've been the softest thing on Earth.
"Haa..."
Slowly, so slowly, I told myself.
There was no need to rush.
Making Park Eun-ji squirm came first.
But that was just my own thinking.
The mere fact that my hands were on Park Eun-ji's boobs was scrambling my brain.
My heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst.
"Fuuh..."
I took deep breaths.
I needed to calm down.
But my fingers kept moving, delving deeper.
Her bra slid down with a flop—.
"Ah..."
The massive mounds pressing against my knuckles.
Their overwhelming presence was almost intimidating.
"Ah, hhng...♥"
Her moans, teasing my ears, made it harder to hold onto reason.
"Haaa..."
I leaned back into the bed.
The soft mattress—and the even softer boobs beneath my hands.
"Ah, aah..."
I cupped them, squeezing.
Then jerked my hand back in surprise.
"..."
I could feel a heartbeat.
Thump— thump—
Pulsing beneath those huge boobs.
I placed my hand back.
Twitch—!
Park Eun-ji shuddered.
And I squeezed her boobs again.
"Ah, haa..."
This was my first time touching a girl's boobs.
And the fact that it was Park Eun-ji's... that tiny detail made it twice as thrilling.
Knead, knead— I massaged her boobs.
Every time my fingers sank into the soft flesh, they got swallowed up.
"...Gulp."
My throat burned with every swallow.
It was parched, craving something more.
"...You're really going to keep sleeping? Huh?"
The question was meaningless now.
Park Eun-ji's face—no, her entire body—was flushed red up to her ears.
Swish— swish— swish—
My hips moved almost on instinct.
The only frustrating part was that instead of her pussy, all I could grind against was her thigh.
"...If you don't wake up, then I'm... going to keep touching you like this...?"
The overwhelming pleasure made me forget purpose, shame.
I never knew just rubbing against her like this could feel so good.
"...Fucking hell. Your boobs are huge..."
I'd known, of course.
But I hadn't realized they'd be this soft.
Or this big.
"...You kept grabbing my arm, acting all tough, but..."
My hand had landed right in the middle of her chest back then.
Every time she asked how she looked, her jiggling boobs made my heart race.
"...I used to imagine fucking you at home, jerking off like crazy..."
After working out with Park Eun-ji, her whole body would smell sweet.
Not perfume or makeup.
Looking back, it was more like a faintly erotic musk.
"...Sniff, sniff."
It smelled similar now.
"Uhh, hhng..."
I buried myself against Park Eun-ji.
My face pressed into her neck.
Breathing in deep, then exhaling.
"Ssshh, haaa..."
"Hhh, hhaaah...♥"
My hand kept exploring.
Sliding up the slope of her firm, perky boobs like climbing a hill.
"Ah..."
"Hh, hhaaah...♥"
They were stiff.
Unbelievably so, given how soft the rest of her boobs were.
"...You like it this much when I touch you?"
Her nipples.
I didn't know their usual size, but now they were swollen, as big as a fingernail, proudly hard under my touch.
I tried to remember what I'd seen in videos.
...Then pinched one between my thumb and forefinger.
"...Kyahhk!"
Her back arched.
Her shoulders lifted halfway before dropping back down.
"Haa..."
The fact that her nipples were hard.
That Park Eun-ji was this turned on—it only turned me on more.
"Hhng..."
Maybe it was a man's instinct.
Or proof that no matter my age, I was still just a horny kid.
I pulled the blanket up.
Then ducked under it.
I wanted to bury my face in those huge boobs.
And suck on her nipples.
Like a baby nursing, I wanted to latch onto Park Eun-ji's boobs right now.
"...Ah, nooo!!"
"Ah..."
Her act collapsed in an instant.
Park Eun-ji, who'd been pretending to sleep, yelped and scrambled to fix her clothes.
"...Why'd you stop...?"
I was genuinely confused.
She'd been letting me do everything—why now?
Park Eun-ji didn't answer.
Too busy pulling the blanket over herself.
"...Ah, no..."
"What's wrong?"
"No, fuck... If I say no, then just... take it as a no..."
It was like having a full meal in front of me, only for the table to be flipped over.
"What, fuck... You think just because you got worked up, that's it?"
"Wha— fuck...? Did you just say 'fuck' to me...?"
"The hell you going to do about it, bitch?"
"Hah, haha... You— fuck... Kim Do-hyun... You crazy bastard!"
I was furious.
No matter what, this was too much... The finish line was right there, and now my stomach churned with frustration.