Chapter 93: BGG and Igloo, Part 3

“Voluptuous” was the perfect word. Choi Arin’s eyes sparkled as she examined the equipment Hayoon had painstakingly set up – the solid wood desk, the high-end PC, the monitor.

Artists, especially those in visual arts, were meticulous about their equipment.

The quality of their tools directly impacted their physical well-being, so they naturally developed discerning eyes.

Choi Arin, who had been using high-quality equipment purchased by Hayoon since a young age, was no exception.

“Look at the monitor’s resolution… she must have gotten a good graphics card. A mechanical keyboard, and the portable monitor is perfectly aligned…”

Like a kid in a candy store, Choi Arin, practically drooling, admired Hayoon’s setup.

‘She’s making it too easy…’

Watching Choi Arin’s unguarded back, Hayoon felt a surge of playfulness. She had been careful with Choi Arin, limiting herself to subtle touches, but it had been months, and their little game had stalled.

It was time to accelerate things. She had only been teasing and touching over clothes; here, outside of school, she could take it further.

‘She’s leaving herself wide open, so it’s not my fault, right?’

Hayoon approached Choi Arin from behind and slipped her hand under her skirt, which barely covered half of her butt. She could easily grab it, but she refrained.

‘Just a caress today.’

Rushing things would backfire, as it did with Hong Seo-hyun. Hong Seo-hyun’s desire to touch her had been too strong, pushing Hayoon to the point of moaning, and now, she was hesitant to touch her again.

But Hayoon and Choi Arin were different.

“Hmm…?”

Choi Arin shivered at the touch but didn’t resist.

“I said I was sorry…”

“That was ages ago. This isn’t about that; I want to touch you, that’s all.”

“Th-That’s not true. It’s because I made a mistake back then…”

Choi Arin had tried to touch Hayoon, been rebuffed, and apologized tearfully.

This was key.

While Hong Seo-hyun kept her distance out of guilt, Choi Arin had been the aggressor, caught in the act and punished.

That’s why she had apologized so profusely, and even now, she believed Hayoon’s actions were a continuation of that punishment.

She whined but didn’t pull away.

“I just like touching you. And you can touch me too. It’s like an exchange. That’s how girls play.”

“N-No, that’s not…”

“But you wanted to play like this, didn’t you? You cried when I touched you back, so I’m being gentle this time.”

“N-No, I…”

Choi Arin couldn’t bring herself to say she didn’t want to be touched.

Hayoon enjoyed Choi Arin’s guilt and whispered in her ear,

“Then get used to it. Because I want to keep playing with you.”

“Hng…”

A soft gasp was her only reply. Hayoon’s hand grazed her skin beneath her skirt, but Choi Arin, unable to meet Hayoon’s gaze or perhaps unwilling to reveal her expression, stared fixedly at the monitor.

With no resistance, Hayoon continued, her touch just shy of making Choi Arin pull away. After 10 minutes of gentle caressing, Hayoon withdrew her hand.

Choi Arin, who had been holding her breath, finally exhaled.

Hayoon had a rule of not touching Choi Arin more than twice a day. This was the signal that it was over.

Despite the small incident, Choi Arin’s move into the headquarters was a success.

The biggest advantage was having meals taken care of.

“Mother’s kimchi is delicious.”

“Mother…?”

“I can’t just call your mom ‘hey, you’ can I?”

“Well, that’s…”

Choi Arin tilted her head, confused by the honorific.

Hayoon was eating the kimchi Choi Arin’s mother had sent over with rice cooked with the rice Choi Arin’s father had sent over.

It was a housewarming gift.

Hayoon had bought a rice cooker and a microwave for the headquarters.

Choi Arin’s parents, remembering this, had sent the food.

Hayoon, drawing on her years of experience eating alone, cooked the rice and enjoyed her simple meal. Good kimchi needed nothing more than rice.

After finishing her meal, she filled the sink with water to soak the dishes.

Choi Arin, after a moment of hesitation, also finished her food and placed her bowl in the sink.

“Let’s go brush our teeth.”

“Huh?”

“You have to brush after eating or your teeth will rot. Getting cavities is expensive and painful. It’s common sense.”

Choi Arin followed Hayoon, whose actions reminded her of a mother.

‘She’s gotten taller again… and her chest too…’

Hayoon, reflected in the mirror, was wearing pink pajama pants with white hearts, a white shirt, and a black bra that was slightly visible underneath.

As she brushed her teeth, her arms moved, causing her ample chest, now well beyond a D-cup, to sway hypnotically.

Choi Arin quickly averted her gaze.

‘She’s still growing…’

Choi Arin’s height had stopped at 166.8 cm.

‘She’s so tall…’

Hayoon, however, kept growing. Was she 168 cm now? How tall would she get? There was already a noticeable difference; would she have to look up at her soon?

They finished brushing their teeth. After dinner and brushing, it was time to work.

Since it was Friday night, they could work all night and continue the next day.

Choi Arin left the bathroom and walked towards her workroom.

“Heung…”

“Heh…”

Hayoon’s hand reached for Choi Arin’s butt. Lately, she seemed to have developed a habit of touching Choi Arin’s butt at least once a day.

This time, it was a light tap. Choi Arin was wearing thin sweatpants, so Hayoon figured she wouldn’t feel much through the fabric.

It was meant to be a playful tease.

And it worked perfectly.

“Are you going to keep doing that…?”

Choi Arin pouted, but her question was pointless.

It only served to provoke Hayoon further.

Hayoon caught up to Choi Arin, who was walking towards the workroom, and hugged her from behind.

“Eep…!”

A small shriek. But there was no one to help. Hong Seo-hyun, their only potential rescuer, was busy being Scarlet in the soundproof booth.

There were no interruptions.

“Hooo…”

Hayoon, now taller and bustier than Choi Arin, pressed her chest against her back, breathing heavily.

Then, she lightly kissed the back of Choi Arin’s neck.

A small peck echoed in the room.

“No complaining. You started it.”

“Th-That’s…”

Choi Arin couldn’t argue.

“If you keep resisting, I’ll have to be more forceful.”

A slight threat. Choi Arin shivered, but strangely, she found the situation…agreeable. Her breathing quickened.

“Let’s get to work. We need to finish the avatars to recruit new Vtubers.”

“Uh…?”

“What?”

“Uh…okay…”

Hayoon didn’t escalate. This was the key difference between her and Hong Seo-hyun.

Hayoon could instinctively control the pace, pushing boundaries without crossing them.