Chapter 462 – Episode 462: Walking Golden Apple 3
It’s big, overwhelmingly big.
I never thought I would feel again in this world the same emotions I felt when I saw the lower part of the monster’s body enlarged even more. That’s what I thought when I took off my casual suit, which wasn’t anything special, but rather polite.
A woman with huge breasts sleeping quietly on a bed for guests. As I came inside and took off my jacket, I secretly reached into the buttons of my shirt and unbuttoned them one by one, revealing a majestic mountain range.
It’s so heavy and huge that even if you undo the front hook of the bra, you can clearly see her breasts sticking out. Because she was lying down with her bra unfastened, her breasts fell to the sides and down, but the remaining breasts were enough to be called mountain ranges.
At this level, you can see the breasts from behind even if you’re lying down or standing up, right? I can’t believe that the unfamiliar word ‘back chest’ was such a good word.
‘It would be nice if I could just sleep like this.’
Of course, I have no intention of doing so.
If it were that big, gravity might work differently, so I put my head down between the cleavage that keeps drawing my attention and then jump into unconsciousness.
Of course she would, but there was no way she could resist the invasion of a dream demon, even subconsciously. If she can repel a constellation’s invasion, wouldn’t she be a talent that should be brought in as an incarnation, even if it means wishing her all the best? She thinks nonsense and lets her eyes wander in a familiar way.
“Ah, is this a decent grade?”
“Could it be that I calculated my graduation credits incorrectly and am I going to study for an extra half semester?”
“I mistook a 2-pointer for a 3-pointer…”
Then, even before my vision opened, I heard women’s voices in my ears. Seeing that you talk about credits, I guess the background is an academy.
Blinking her eyes a few times and looking around, she sees a familiar classroom. It seems like a theoretical classroom that teaches Hwa-shin how to spend money. A table with a clean and sophisticated atmosphere without any all-in-one chairs.
I’m sitting in the corner like a male student taking a lecture alone, and the women I saw at the previous duel are crowded next to me. It seems like he was resentful of only having women hanging out at the academy.
“No, what the fuck?”
“… I’m surprised, what’s going on?”
Wanting to date during school days is a very ordinary desire compared to furry or SM, so it doesn’t matter… The scenery I see next makes my heart pound.
None.
So, I don’t have those big breasts.
It’s not like a compression bandage, it’s like the breasts have actually shrunk. It’s heartbreaking to see Momma being nerfed to the point where she has to be called just a girl instead of a girl with huge breasts. Surprised, I faced the eyes looking in this direction and tried to read their minds as best as I could.
“Uh, there? Did I do something wrong?”
“Wait a minute, follow me.”
“Uh, uh-uh-?”
Oh my god, I was unconsciously resenting that big heart.
Maybe the reason I’m timid is because of my disgustingly large fat. The reason I can’t get a boyfriend, or even more than that, the reason I shrink in front of men is probably because of my breasts. I am in a state of resentment and my self-esteem has become very low.
What kind of terrible lack of self-esteem is this, that you subconsciously want to be a slender woman with small breasts instead of a woman with large breasts?
Therefore, ignoring all the whistling sounds and shouts of exclamation coming from behind, the girl with huge breasts walked out of the classroom… He dragged the woman who was just a girl out. It seems that she is not used to dealing with men, but she can’t resist and just follows along.
“Oh, by the way, what’s your name?”
“I wanted to ask you that… ? Shuran, it’s an Eastern Continental name.”
The sword he wore on his belt, and the fact that he complained that his chest was uncomfortable when he moved his body, make him probably from the Chinese region of the Eastern Continent.
It wasn’t a clear lucid dream anyway, but I was in a blurry unconscious state, so all I had to do was hear the voice. With that thought in mind, I went into the empty classroom and locked the door.
Unlike the clean walls and state-of-the-art classrooms, this is an old door that can be locked from the inside by turning the doorknob. It looks like the classroom in my memory is mixed up, probably due to a lack of resistance to the magic power of the dream demon.
“Why is the door… ?”
“For reasons you guess?”
“Now, wait a minute?!”
Then, this lost heart can be brought back to its original state. With that thought, I pushed her onto the table, holding her close so that our noses were touching.
After making her sit down on the table without hesitation, I grabbed her cadet uniform –
If it had been real, a sacred mamma tube that I wouldn’t have dared to hold with both hands should have been sticking out, but perhaps due to unconscious interference, all I was greeted with was a flat bra. Small breasts that look smaller than those of a fat man… No, it was vacuum-packed in a cadet sports bra.
“No, why, that… Wouldn’t it be better to start with a date?! “It’s a boy, right?”
“Noisy!”
“Eh… ?”
She is forcibly attacked by a handsome male cadet who only saw her face in the classroom. Since it was a reversal of the world, he didn’t seem to feel scared or rejected, so he stretched out his hand toward the trace of his chest that had just disappeared.
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It wasn’t that difficult to bring back what was gone. No matter how much her subconscious cries out for the small breast slender, it won’t be able to dampen her desire for the large mamma barrel.
What kind of terrible thing does it sound like to cut down a vulgarly sized mammary box that would be better suited to the word weight rather than weight, and would never be used to chew food for a baby? Even though he was born into a family similar to the Wulin clan in China on the Eastern Continent and trained in swordsmanship, there are certain things that can be tolerated.
“Ever since I was young, my heart was big… Ugh-♥ It’s dull, I can see it-♥”
Still, after listening to the story, I felt like I knew roughly what it felt like. Because his chest was larger than his peers, he was slow to adapt to swordsmanship, and because of this he lost confidence.
Shuran’s neighborhood, where it is natural for Koreans to train at a swordsmanship training center after school, just as they spend their childhood at a Taekwondo gym. It is said that all her children her age were able to swing their wooden swords, but her breasts were so big that they could not even swing her sword properly.
It’s not like she was bullied just because her breasts were a little bigger, but I think what’s as scary as bullying is the self-loathing. Even when she ran and swung her sword, it was painful because it bounced around.
“So if it’s smaller, no, it’s small…” Eh-why did it get so big-♥”
“Does it still feel good?”
“Joaang-♥♥♥”
As I knead her breasts and inject her magic, the dream demon’s resistance to magic exceeds 0 and is close to negative, making her tremble as if she is drunk.
Either way, my chest swells like magic as I break down the image created in my subconscious and bring back my real body. The plain, no different from a man’s chest, rises high like a volcano about to explode, pushing against my palm.
I don’t remember exactly how big it was, but it probably doesn’t matter because I pulled out the body she hated from her subconscious. … Maybe that’s why it seems a little bigger?
If there was a problem, it was Shuran’s reaction.
“Ugh, but this is kinda hot-♥”
“Oh, I didn’t expect this.”
On my part, I was trying to turn things around, but in reality, the huge pockets of motherly love have become full thanks to the magic power of the dream demon.
A vicious beast that causes a slight excitement just by touching the skin and makes a woman estrous when it penetrates the body, fills two of them to the size of a human head. Even if her magical power did not spread throughout her body, it was enough to cause her to become horny.
If it goes according to the original plan, love yourself! I was planning on instilling self-esteem as a woman with huge breasts with the same old-fashioned words.
I have gained some confidence in the delicate control of magic power, but the amount of magic power that went into that big baby mama barrel is far from delicate.
“Huh-breasts, Joe?”
“Yes, good.”
The result is like that. It doesn’t spread all over the body, so it doesn’t go wild, but its face is wide open as if it’s drunk.
My cheeks turned red from embarrassment – not at this level. All the skin exposed under the hair, from the nape of the neck to the forehead and earlobes, was red, not to mention red. Hmm, has it become like hanging a bag of medicine like sap?
It goes without saying, but this is in the unconscious. It is a space where puppet shows are performed using avatars made of magical power rather than real bodies. Since the avatar was equipped with a large pouch filled with the magical power of a dream demon, it was only natural that something like that would happen.
Perhaps that’s why his wide-open mouth tells an unexpected story.
“Hyaaa… My shoulders are light – my shoulders were heavy because of the pride between families and constellations…”
“Constellation…, Field?”
What would happen if you pickled a person in alcohol and then gently melted them in a double boiler in hot spring water? As she was massaging her soft, big breasts that were trying to escape between her fingers, a strange story was coming out.
Just as the Eastern Continent is a continent made up of Korea, China, Japan, and some Southeast Asian countries, there is a kind of regional feeling in the rural areas of the Eastern Continent.
Just because it’s a regional feeling doesn’t mean you hate or reject anyone… The pride battles between immature constellations are everywhere. As much as the Eastern and Western continents are talking about the martial people vs. Knights, in the remote areas, they are fighting each other like some kind of martial arts clan.
“I’m good at swordsmanship… But, if your breasts are this big, it’s hard to swing a sword…, But archery is also difficult to learn!”
Since everyone is showing off their pride by saying that the sword is the best, the spear is the best, and the martial artist is the best, it is only natural that Shuran, who has become a latecomer due to the sin of having a big heart, has become a child with a lack of self-esteem who is ready to dig into the ground.
If there’s a problem, it’s not her childhood when she sacrificed her self-esteem in exchange for huge breasts, but my current situation.
“I’m asking just in case, is there a constellation that you serve?”
“Ugh, of course I go to the academy – the plum blossom that bloomed on the clouds…”
Plum blossoms blooming on clouds.
Maehwa Geomsu, a member of the Hwasan faction of Seonhyeopji.
It was a constellation of the martial arts people that I became involved with when I went to a swordsmanship exchange meeting with Song Ye-na last time.
So now, I am blinded by the bombshell, and have done something close to political sniping by rejecting the knight and getting close to the martial arts people.
“Kya! Snort, go, tickle-♥”
My head hurts, so I should bury my face in my chest and get some rest.
