I don't have a taste for groping the tits of girls who hate it.
Realizing what I'd done, my head spun dizzily.
Just a few hours ago, I'd sexually harassed her by calling her breasts unappealing, and now I'd gone and groped them directly.
It was an act I'd committed unconsciously, entranced by the alluring curves of Han Chae-ah's breasts.
But I knew better than anyone that wouldn't fly as an excuse.
'I'm fucked.'
Even as thoughts of my despairing second act of life flashed through my mind, the sensation under my hands kept distracting me.
It was soft.
Beyond the thin fabric, I could feel the texture of her bra, and though veiled by both, Han Chae-ah's breasts were soft and springy...
"L-Let... go... please."
I couldn't focus my thoughts for long.
Her desperate, trembling voice struck my ears.
'This isn't the time for savoring.'
My hands were still clutching her breasts.
If she screamed here, I'd be caught red-handed assaulting a fellow student, no escape.
I knew my situation all too well.
But I couldn't just yank my hands away in shock either.
My experiences completing quests through Han Chae-ah several times told me that much.
When I'd asked her panty color.
When I'd asked if I could grope her breasts.
She hadn't resisted when I'd acted a bit forcefully.
What if I hadn't?
-Men are so fucking gross, panting like dogs. I hate it when they get handsy.
She would've reacted just like that post on her Sexgram, clicking her tongue at other guys.
Yeah.
No matter how I looked at it, Han Chae-ah was a masochist.
The kind who liked it rougher the harder you pushed.
She hid that side of herself well.
But...
-I like guys who grope me by force. It makes my womb feel like it's gearing up for pregnancy.
Her Sexgram account hammered it home, time and again.
Her tastes.
⚙ SEXGRAM FEED ⚙-What do I do? What should I do?
A system message popped up above Han Chae-ah's head.
-What do I do? What should I do?
Anyone could see the panic in that feed.
But there was no disgust or rejection.
At least she didn't look angry.
⚙ SEXGRAM FEED ⚙-He keeps grabbing my breasts... does that mean they're attractive?
A strangely positive feed popped up in real time.
If these feeds visualized the user's inner thoughts, it meant she didn't hate it.
With Han Chae-ah just begging me to let go without outright refusing or screaming, the mood turned ambiguously steamy.
But I couldn't keep holding on forever.
I'd pinned her against the wall at the end of the lecture hall corridor, where few people passed, groping her breasts en route to the classroom.
If even one person walked in, Kim Jinwoo would be branded a sex offender.
As long as I didn't let go.
To think I had to release this from my hands.
What a shame.
It was the first girl's breasts I'd ever touched.
I wanted to enjoy them more.
Hiding my regret, I reluctantly released my grip on her breasts.
But it couldn't end here.
I needed to stoke her shame a bit more.
Enough shame to make her forget that sensation entirely.
"They're not completely without appeal."
"W-What did you say?"
"Your tits are worth groping."
"..."
Her face flushed with humiliation.
Meeting her gaze, I twisted my lips into a smirk.
"Sorry about calling your breasts unappealing. So let's call it even."
"C-Call what even?"
"Me groping your tits. Let's call it even. You wanted me to touch them anyway, right? Otherwise, you'd have resisted when I grabbed them."
"What are you talking about? You're the one in the wrong."
"Weren't you mad I said your tits had no appeal, so you came to prove me wrong?"
"Huh?"
"If not, you should've resisted when I grabbed them."
"Y-You're the one grabbing them! You're in the wrong!"
Yelling out of nowhere.
What bad manners.
"Did you really come here wanting me to grope you with my own hands? You're even more of a pervert than I thought."
"Th-That's ridiculous..."
"Whatever. No point groping more; I'm over it."
No.
I want to grope more.
I'm dying with interest.
I wanna know what's inside, how they'd feel stripped bare, what raw breasts without the bra would feel like—it's driving me crazy.
"I don't have a taste for groping the tits of girls who hate it."
Anyone hearing that would peg it as trash talk.
Pure garbage, blaming her after having my fill.
She could've slapped me, and no one would bat an eye.
But flustered Han Chae-ah just glared, no further reaction.
I checked Sexgram to confirm if I'd nailed it, but no new feed appeared.
"Looks like we're done here, so let's split. I don't wanna be misunderstood as some creep hitting on the school idol."
I wanted to get away fast.
I couldn't handle the heat building up.
My crotch ached from groping her and my erection's reaction.
Staying longer, I might do something irreversible—I was scared of myself.
Forcing nonchalance, I turned away.
A burning gaze hit my back.
I kept walking.
Couldn't stop here.
Getting more tangled with Han Chae-ah felt like a bad end.
'Please don't call out. Don't call.'
If she grabbed me now, it'd be the sex offender ending for real.
My steps quickened.
The farther from Han Chae-ah, the sharper the memory of clutching her breasts.
My fingers twitched unconsciously.
Soft paradise.
No way I'd sleep easy tonight.
Then a new window appeared before my eyes.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙[Headquarters is impressed by the user's bold actions exceeding the quest objectives.] [Though rewards for this quest have already been distributed, Headquarters deems additional compensation fitting for such exemplary conduct.] [Distributing additional reward.]
Additional reward?
Out of nowhere?
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Han Chae-ah didn't have a bad impression of Kim Jinwoo.
He was definitely a weird guy, but he had some manly qualities too.
When he'd flat-out refused Professor Choi Ik-hyeon's offer to help recruit her as a grad student, she'd felt a twinge of gratitude.
No one in the department could reject that notoriously strict professor's proposal like that.
She hadn't refused either and had ended up in his third-year class.
So her resentment over him toying with her breasts had eased a bit.
She'd even thought he was kinda cool.
But then...
⚙ SEXGRAM FEED ⚙-Did he imagine kneading my tits with those arms of his?
Han Chae-ah was dumbfounded.
This was the third time today already.
Morning: asking her panty color.
During class: mocking her breasts.
After class: groping them.
Sexual harassment from Kim Jinwoo, a guy she'd only just spoken to for the first time today.
They'd exchanged names and chatted for the first time today.
And he'd jumped straight to harassing her.
Then he'd insulted her as a pervert instead.
For not resisting the groping.
'How was I supposed to resist?'
With those thick hands squeezing so hard.
Arms I couldn't pry off no matter how I flailed with both of mine.
"..."
Han Chae-ah recalled the feel of Kim Jinwoo's hands gripping her breasts.
The sight of her beautifully shaped breasts distorting under a man's touch flashed vividly.
His face glaring at her while clutching them.
The lewd smile he flashed.
His gaze that never shied away even as she stared back.
Every detail came rushing back.
-You should've resisted when I grabbed your tits.
-You're even more of a pervert than I thought.
Pervert?
I'm not that kind of pervert.
Scholarship student. Model pupil.
Good girl.
Kind and smiling to everyone.
Everyone called her a good girl.
Except him.
Kim Jinwoo staring with those lecherous eyes, whispering seductively in her mind.
-You're a pervert deep down.
-A hopeless pervert who doesn't resist getting groped—in fact, loves it.
No.
I'm not a pervert...
Stress piled up inside her.
She always thought the same thing in moments like this.
I want to masturbate.
She tried to fall back on her habit for relieving stress.
But...
"Ugh..."
She couldn't bring herself to think it.
She'd always eased stress by fantasizing about sex in her head.
But now, that would make her actually do it.
The naughty sensation from when he'd gripped her breasts still lingered on her left one.
Maybe because it was so close to her heart.
Thump thump.
Her heart raced.
"Ngh."
A strange squeezing in her chest made Han Chae-ah bite her lip.
What if Kim Jinwoo hadn't stopped? If he'd done worse?
'Could I have resisted?'
No way.
And imagining what might've happened next...
"Hah, hah."
Han Chae-ah's breathing grew ragged.
I want to masturbate.
For real.
I wanna jerk off right now.
Her shoulders heaved with each heavy breath.
"Chae-ah~!"
If her friends hadn't called her, she might've crossed the line.
"...H-Han-sol."
"What's up? Your face is so red. You catch a cold or something?"
Was it obvious?
She'd always meticulously managed her expressions for her image.
To forget that much...
"N-No? Just... not feeling great..."
"You seemed off in morning class too. Wanna head home early today?"
"N-No. Let's hang out first."
Being alone now felt dangerous.
That vibe hit her.
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Additional reward, huh.
The system window vanished after announcing the extra compensation.
But even back home, Kim Jinwoo couldn't focus on it.
"So soft."
First girl's breasts he'd felt.
And they belonged to the school idol, goddess Han Chae-ah, of all people.
He'd trashed them as unappealing, but honestly, among the girls' chests he'd seen, hers ranked top-tier.
And not just the breasts—her looks were killer.
They oozed appeal on their own, but the fact they were on Han Chae-ah amplified the taboo thrill.
He'd kneaded the goddess's breasts.
Like glutinous rice cakes.
Han Chae-ah's face as he did flashed in his mind.
Her cheeks and ears flushed crimson.
Eyes darting, unsure where to look.
Tough talk, but fumbling without real resistance when it happened.
Blood rushed south; he panted.
"I really did something insane."
Reflecting back home, he grasped the gravity.
He could've been hauled to court any minute.
"I went all-in because my life was on the line..."
Grabbing her breasts wasn't even a quest.
"What a hopeless bastard."
Regret? Nah.
How often in life would he grope a beauty like Han Chae-ah?
"Rumors will spread for real now."
Groping her made asking about panties seem cute by comparison.
"If the cops show, I'll humbly accept it."
Her last reaction didn't scream police report, but department trash status was inevitable.
As he steeled himself, a familiar number rang.
-Repeater classmate Choi Ye-won.
His only contact who'd stuck around.
Choi Ye-won, bonded over repeater status since freshman OT.
Now a grad student slaving under Professor Choi Ik-hyeon.
-Ddaengchili, how's school life?
A lively woman's voice came through.
"Feels like dying."
-Hahaha, got nabbed by Prof Choi? Joining me in the lab?
"Still third-year. Graduation's far off."
-Right. Guys take two-year military leave, yeah?
Her casual remark, like she'd forgotten, drew a dry laugh.
"You visited how many times and still say that?"
-If my visits made army life easier, take the joke.
"Made it harder."
-Huh? No way. Net says visits from hotties like me ease barracks life.
"Hotty my ass."
-Hey! You just don't get my appeal!
Talking to a friend eased his mind.
-Oh yeah. What'd you do to Han Chae-ah?
His heart dropped.
Shit.
It's spreading.
School life's over.
No—losing friend Choi Ye-won terrified him more.
Losing his sole college buddy would suck.
"W-What do you mean, what'd I do?"
His voice cracked.
-So you did do something.
How to explain?
Tricky spot.
-Prof said he'd use you to lure Han Chae-ah into grad school. You two really close?
Oh, that.
Relief washed over.
Panic subsided.
"Nah. Told Prof flat-out I won't help."
-Really? Prof seemed dead set.
Working under Choi Ik-hyeon meant academic cred, quick PhD, easy professor gig.
But Choi Ye-won showed it wasn't simple.
"You make it impossible for recommendations."
-Matching Prof's demands is tough.
Her sigh carried her struggles.
-Why drag you and Han Chae-ah into it?
"She sat next to me. He assumed we're tight."
-Gotcha~. Made friends? Not eating alone, right?
"Who'd hang with a fossil back from military leave? Didn't socialize pre-army, no familiar faces."
-Aw, solo meals? Sis's heart hurts.
Ye-won giggled post-statement.
Her vibrant energy boosted him.
-Hey. Free this week? Grab a meal? Semester started, haven't seen your face.
He couldn't respond.
✨ LEVEL UP! ✨[Authority Level increased to 3.] [Reward: View private photos 1x per day]
View private photos?
What the hell's this?