Chapter 168 – #37_Friendship?
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Siwoo, having finished breakfast with Sharon, noticed an unusual atmosphere.
“Thanks for the meal.”
As usual, Sharon had taken care of the breakfast delivery.
But today, she had only ordered enough for two people.
Can you believe it?
Sharon, who usually ate at least three servings by herself, was picking at her food and saying things like, ‘Thanks for the meal.’
“Are you sick?”
“Huh? No? Why?”
He asked without thinking, but Sharon blinked, looking like she had no idea what he was talking about.
“You seem to be eating less than usual today.”
“Oh, I eat less sometimes too. Before I met you, I didn’t even eat properly.”
Is that so?
Even so, Sharon’s behavior during the meal today was unusual.
It was like there was no conversation at all? Or was it like she was floating?
It was the first time since they had become close that they had eaten a meal without a single word, so Siwoo was a little taken aback.
Could it be that the conversation they had yesterday about whether they had ever kissed or had sex had rolled over to this?
Come to think of it, the subtle distance he felt from Sharon seemed to have started after that conversation.
Sharon, having neatly stacked the dishes, shook the water off her hands and headed to the living room.
“Siwoo.”
“Huh?”
“Can you come to my room for a bit?”
“What for?”
Sharon’s room?
Since starting to live with Sharon, Siwoo had never been in her room.
Sharon hadn’t entered Siwoo’s room either, unless she had the excuse of magic lessons.
After all, since they were a man and a woman living together, they had to keep a certain distance to avoid any issues, right?
That was an unspoken rule that had naturally formed between them.
“It’s nothing much, just come for a bit.”
She was acting like something big was going on, but it was nothing much…
Siwoo felt uneasy for no reason.
What important thing was she going to talk about that she had to call him to her room?
“Okay, I’ll go after I finish cleaning up.”
“Okay.”
What is it?
Did something happen?
Or is it about the debt?
Or was there something in yesterday’s conversation that might have offended her?
“What is it…”
He couldn’t figure it out no matter how much he thought about it. In the end, he had no choice but to see her face and talk to her directly.
Siwoo knocked on Sharon’s door and went inside.
She was still sitting on the bed with an unreadable, subtle expression.
Moreover, there was a chair placed opposite her, as if she were about to interrogate him.
“What’s going on?”
“Sit down for a bit.”
Siwoo hesitantly sat on the chair.
Sharon seemed to be hesitating a lot.
She looked like she had something to say but was debating whether to say it out loud.
“Can you close your eyes?”
“Can’t you tell me what’s going on first?”
“No, you can’t. Close your eyes.”
Sharon usually respected Siwoo’s wishes in whatever she did.
But today, she was unusually insistent.
Was she trying to give him a surprise?
“Okay.”
Siwoo closed his eyes tightly, and after a while, he heard Sharon rustling.
“You can open your eyes now.”
“Okay…”
“Wait, wait…! Wait a little longer.”
“What is it? Seriously.”
He couldn’t figure out what she was up to, going back and forth like this.
But since she wouldn’t be doing this for no reason, Siwoo decided to play along.
He then heard Sharon breathing heavily, trying to calm herself down.
“Okay, now it’s really ready.”
“I can open my eyes now, right?”
“Yeah.”
Siwoo opened his eyes.
“Huh?”
And at the same time, he couldn’t believe his eyes.
His jaw dropped.
His whole body stiffened like a poor warrior facing Medusa, and the shocked sound got stuck in his throat without becoming a loud cry.
“Ahem…ahem…”
Because Sharon was revealing her chest in front of Siwoo.
She had grabbed the black tank top she always wore and pulled it up to her chest.
Underneath her clothes, she wasn’t wearing the bra she always wore these days.
Therefore, what was revealed in front of Siwoo’s eyes was Sharon’s bare chest, completely uncovered.
Sharon coughed awkwardly, avoiding his gaze, but she didn’t try to cover or hide her chest at all.
Even though he knew he should avoid looking, Siwoo’s eyes were instinctively drawn to Sharon’s chest.
E-cup.
Sharon’s chest, which he had always seen through her clothes, was clearly proving why she was called an Excellent Cup.
Her skin was as white as freshly squeezed milk, and her chest was shaking softly like pudding with Sharon’s small movements.
If Sharon were to lie naked on the bed, her protruding side breasts would be a feast for the eyes.
It would be impossible to grab them with one hand, right?
Siwoo would have to spread his palm wide to barely cover them.
Siwoo’s gaze shifted slightly.
Her nipples, the same light pink color as Sharon’s lips, stood proudly in the center of her breasts, and around them, the areolas, a lighter shade, supported the nipples like plates supporting desserts.
Moreover, despite their size, they didn’t look saggy at all.
They were shaking in a well-balanced shape, like a sculpture, and they were effortlessly performing the contradictory task of coexisting elasticity and softness.
Finally, a water droplet-shaped mole on the left side of her chest caught his eye.
It didn’t look ugly at all.
Rather, it only added a strange sense of reality to her chest, which was more like a work of art than a body part.
Siwoo, with his jaw dropped, looked back and forth between Sharon’s face and her boobs.
“This…this…”
What’s going on?
He couldn’t say such an easy phrase.
That’s how embarrassed and turned on he was.
He would admit it honestly.
Sharon’s body looked so delicious, as if it was begging to be devoured.
Friendship or whatever, he wanted to pounce on her right away and cry, “Give me milk!”
“Uh…it feels like my chest is tingling. You’re looking really hard.”
A healthy blush had risen on Sharon’s face.
Her proud smile mixed with a troubled expression made it impossible to guess why she was doing this.
Siwoo barely shook his head and closed his eyes tightly to shake off his lust.
He almost fell into a demonic trance.
But even with his eyes closed, her white breasts were floating around.
They were imprinted on his retina.
It wasn’t like he was seeing breasts for the first time.
Every time he saw them, it was new. Thrilling, the best.
“If…if it’s because I was glancing too much, I’m sorry. I’ll be careful from now on.”
He apologized, not knowing if she was showing him directly because he was glancing too much, but he thought the reason for Sharon’s abnormal behavior was probably his fault.
“No, it’s not that. It’s just that you always seem to want to see them… I thought if you wanted to see them that much, I might as well show them. I owe you so much, right? So, you don’t have to worry too much. It’s just that I wanted to do it.”
Do people usually show their breasts because they owe someone a lot?
“Uh…is this really okay?”
“It’s my first time doing this, so I’m a little embarrassed… but still… it’s okay because it’s you.”
Siwoo glanced and looked at Sharon’s chest again.
Sharon was leaning her upper body forward, as if telling Siwoo to take his time to appreciate them, in the same position as when she first showed her chest.
“How do you feel…?”
Good.
It’s really good.
He wanted to make it a condition of Sharon’s living arrangement that she couldn’t wear a top and live with her while seeing them every day.
But Siwoo was not a thug, so he asked as politely as possible.
“Feelings?”
“Um… yeah, feelings or impressions.”
“I feel good, and my impression is… well, they’re really pretty.”
Sharon giggled at Siwoo’s words.
When he looked at her with a puzzled expression, Sharon met his eyes with a shy smile.
“It’s the first time in my life that I’ve been complimented for having pretty breasts.”
“I was just telling the truth.”
“There’s also a mole next to my breast… isn’t it ugly?”
“Not at all.”
“Haa… that’s a relief. I was secretly worried that you might not like them after seeing them.”
It was as if she considered showing her breasts a serious mission.
Siwoo was happy, but he wondered if Sharon really needed to do this.
Sharon, who was usually so sharp in most aspects, had a slightly quirky side when you looked closely.
“Do you feel a little better now?”
“I don’t know what’s going on, but I think so.”
As a bonus, Siwoo’s lower body was also nodding, feeling good.
“Then, do you want to touch them now?”
“Huh?”
“Do you want to touch my breasts?”
Teacher Sharon, you’re moving too fast.
He was starting to feel a precarious limit.
The limit of whether this peaceful cohabitation could be maintained.
Perhaps Sharon, who didn’t know much about these things, had seen something strange somewhere and was copying it, and there was a high possibility that she wasn’t fully aware of what she was doing.
If she had done this because she was caught up in the moment or led by a fleeting impulse, what would happen afterwards?
An awkward and suffocating atmosphere.
“I’d be a little embarrassed if it was more than that… but I can allow you to touch them with your hands.”
As Sharon readjusted her slightly lowered shirt, the luscious fruits swayed in front of his eyes.
It was too cruel to ask him to resist after seeing that.
Like Adam reaching for the forbidden fruit, he grabbed Sharon’s breast.
His hand was shaped as if he was supporting the bottom of her breast with his thumb and index finger.
“Ugh…”
Sharon flinched at the unfamiliar touch she was feeling for the first time.
“Oh…”
Siwoo exclaimed in admiration at the sensation that was beyond his imagination.
A heavy weight.
A captivating texture that was softer than velvet and more elastic than pudding.
Sharon’s breast, which had been deformed as if overflowing from Siwoo’s hand, was distorted into a shape where the tip was particularly prominent.
It was a grip that would be great to move his mouth to her nipple and suck on it.
After that, he began to touch her entire breast in earnest.
Every time he moved his fingertips as if kneading dough, his fingers sank into various parts of her breast, but the force that pushed back was so strong that it quickly returned to its original shape.
Even the chewy sensation of her nipples, which asserted their presence as they were pressed between his palms, was like a drug.
Siwoo barely took his hand away.
He didn’t think he could maintain his composure any longer.
“Did you feel good?”
Sharon, who was also reaching her limit, quickly lowered her clothes as soon as Siwoo took his hand away.
Now, she was sitting quietly with her knees together and her hands folded.
But judging by the fact that the corners of her mouth kept trying to go up, it seemed that she was a little embarrassed by the situation, but not completely displeased.
“Shall we study now?”
“Yeah, I’ll go get changed and come out. Go in first.”
The two exchanged everyday conversations in an awkward atmosphere, as if nothing had happened.
As Siwoo was about to leave the room first, hiding his fully erect penis, he heard Sharon’s voice from behind.
“Siwoo.”
“Huh?”
“If you want to see or touch my breasts from time to time… you can ask anytime. Especially when you’re feeling down or having a hard time.”
“Uh…okay.”
Siwoo could only answer vaguely to Sharon’s overly proactive suggestion and leave the room.
“What is it, seriously…”
Sharon’s knowledge of relationships between men and women was as poor as that of twins.
All she had was what she had supplemented with romance movies.
If it were someone else, he would think, ‘Oh, she’s interested in me and trying to get into bed with me,’ but if it was Sharon, he couldn’t read her intentions.
Anyway.
“It was heavenly…”
Siwoo, recalling the peaks of motherhood that filled his palm, the weight like a dense liquid, and the softness that seemed to stick to his fingertips, shook his head and entered his room to prepare for studying.
