Ch.18Chapter 18. The Girl Who Measured My Size Marvels at How Huge It Is

I’ve never had the experience of showing my body to others in my life.

Of course, during health check-ups or when going to places like swimming pools, I expose myself wearing only underwear.

But even then, there’s usually some advance notice or time to mentally prepare.

Having to expose my body in just underwear without any prior warning was nerve-wracking even for someone as adaptable as me.

Especially when the person seeing my body was an “older sister figure.”

“I’ll start right away, so could you stretch out your arms first?”

“St-stretch them out?”

“Of course you need to stretch them. I need to measure your arm length, chest, and pelvis, and I can’t get accurate measurements if you just stand there.”

Right, it’s just like what they do in clothing stores, except I’m not completely naked.

Nodding in agreement, I timidly raised my arms. Tachia promptly took hold of them, straightening them properly as she extended her measuring tape.

“…Confirmed.”

After mentally noting the measurement, she moved on to measure other parts of my body.

My body flinched whenever her rough, craftsman-like hands touched me, but Tachia continued her work as if such minor reactions were of no concern.

“Confirmed. This part too, confirmed…”

“Um, Tachia?”

As her unrestrained actions gradually moved from my arms to my chest, and prepared to go lower.

Feeling my mind being increasingly consumed by excitement, I let out a strained voice.

“Is… is this okay?”

“Okay? What do you mean?”

“No, it’s just that…”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m not bothered at all. Don’t talk unless it’s urgent—it interferes with the measurements.”

Tachia remained focused solely on taking measurements, showing no interest in me personally.

As her attention was concentrated entirely on my body, she seemed completely unaware of where my gaze was directed.

Toward her chest, which was becoming increasingly visible as she lowered her body.

Yes, her breasts.

Her ample bosom, which even her apron and shirt couldn’t fully conceal, was in my line of sight.

Probably the clearest view I’d ever had in my life, from such a close distance…

-Gulp.

Shit, what am I doing right now?

Sneaking glances at the chest of someone just trying to do their job. If this isn’t perverted behavior, what is?

“I’m going to measure your back now.”

“What? My back… huh?!”

As I was wrestling with unnecessary guilt, Tachia moved closer.

As that distance closed to zero and entered the realm of physical contact, my gaze naturally shifted away from her and toward the ceiling.

“W-wait, Tachia. This position…!”

“Hold still.”

Ignoring my reaction, Tachia embraced me from the front while extending her measuring tape.

Her eyes were fixed only on the tape measure behind my shoulder, paying no attention to anything else.

-Squish.

Even though her breasts were pressing against my body.

Even though she must have clearly felt the pressure of her flesh against mine.

“Ah, oh, ohgod…!”

Unable to put the sensation into words, I just looked up at the ceiling with pursed lips, precariously exhaling.

The blacksmith’s distinctive smell of metal dust and ash. And the scent of sweat that had seeped from her body after absorbing that heat caused dizziness as it entered my nose.

But even focusing on that wasn’t enough to calm the excitement I was feeling in that moment.

Rather, once I realized all of this was her body scent, I felt like I would become completely immersed in that sensation if I let my guard down even slightly.

This is dangerous.

This situation is more dangerous than facing death in a dungeon.

“That should do it for the upper body… Now I’ll measure the lower part, so you can lower your arms.”

After somehow enduring it, Tachia finally detached herself from embracing my upper body.

I thought I could breathe a sigh of relief as the sensation disappeared, but I felt my breath freeze again as I saw her lowering her posture and reaching out once more.

“Um, Tachia? W-wait…”

“Stay still. I need to measure the lower part too.”

Damn it, we’ve only done the upper body so far?

Thinking I needed time to calm down, I tried to stop her, but she was already continuing her work, embracing my lower body and extending her measuring tape.

Maintaining the same position as before, pressing her chest against my body…

No, this is even worse than before.

Not only is she making direct contact with between my legs, but she’s also moving up and down, claiming she’s taking measurements.

“Ah, ugh, ah…!”

“I told you to stay still. If you keep flinching like that, it’s hard to get your size.”

Get my size? Size of what exactly?

-Thump, thump.

The more aware I became, the more violently my pulse raced. And I could clearly feel my blood flow accelerating.

The stimulation, which I had already found excessive, was now causing blood to gather excessively in one particular area.

It’s getting hard. If I don’t do something, regardless of whether I maintain my composure or not, something far more embarrassing than just being seen naked will happen.

“Let’s see, the size is roughly this… no, maybe this much?”

“Urgh.”

I bit my lip to redirect the blood flow from going downward, and tried to keep my gaze upward while mentally reciting the national anthem.

East Sea’s waters and Baekdusan~ they bind and confine me~ two hundred ri along the sea route~ Butterfree Yadoran~ the birds’ homeland… no, that’s not right. How does the national anthem go again?

Anyway, hang in there, Hyoseong Woo.

Haven’t I experienced countless times in my life that being ruled by lust leads to the danger of being kicked out of the room?

Even in military barracks where you’d be confined for at least two years, if roommates caught you masturbating, you’d be mercilessly expelled…

Ah, thinking about that is making it shrink.

Indeed, nothing kills libido like thoughts of military service.

“…Good. This should be enough.”

Just as I was feeling grateful for being born in a country with mandatory military service.

Tachia finished taking measurements, retrieved her measuring tape, and stood up.

“Is… is it over?”

“Yes, you can put your clothes back on now.”

“Phew!”

The moment I received permission.

But I couldn’t immediately pick up my clothes and instead had to crouch down.

Although I’d somehow managed to suppress my excitement by thinking about military buzz cuts, the sensation of her ample flesh against my underwear still lingered, continuing to stimulate me.

Damn, I tried to hold back, but I think I’m a little hard… I hope she didn’t notice.

“The size is about this much… no, maybe this much?”

Feeling anxious, I glanced over to see Tachia spreading her palms in the air, frowning as she muttered to herself.

The gesture looked like someone roughly estimating the size of something. She was probably reconsidering some ambiguous measurements she had taken earlier.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m estimating the size for your groin protector.”

“Ah, yes. Groin… what?”

Just as I was trying to comprehend her answer, I gave her a blank expression.

Then she maintained her hand-spreading gesture and slowly aimed it toward my lower body.

As if gauging what was beneath my underwear, which I still hadn’t removed.

“Well, it’s not an exact size since I didn’t measure with the tape… For the scrotum area, it’s better to have some room rather than making it too tight, so this should be fine.”

“Ah, yes. Not measured with the tape…”

She didn’t use the tape but still estimated the size. When exactly did she check?

The only opportunity she had to examine my body was when she pressed against me… Oh my god.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you need a protector? You could get seriously injured in a fight without one.”

“Ah, no, I do need one… yes.”

The moment I belatedly realized the shocking truth, my heart sank.

I noticed that my hands had unconsciously moved to cover between my legs, but she had already lost interest in me and was preparing to put a cigarette in her mouth.

“If there’s no problem, I’ll start working now. You can go to the warehouse, pick a suitable weapon from those available, and practice on the scarecrow in the backyard. When I finish making the armor, I’ll customize a weapon that fits your hand within your budget.”

“Ah, yes. I understand, but…”

“…Is there something else bothering you?”

When I trailed off, Tachia paused before striking her flint to light the cigarette in her mouth.

She turned to me, waiting for my response, while I quietly lifted my hand that had been covering between my legs and asked her with difficulty.

“Where… where is the bathroom?”

Whatever I was going to do next, I thought it would be best to empty my bladder first.

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Tap tap tap, squeak.

The time of wisdom that followed.

“…Shit.”

After taking care of business and following Tachia’s instructions to find suitable weapons in the backyard, I sighed deeply as I recalled what had just happened.

So what was that? Was that lady deliberately rubbing against my thing?

No matter how uninhibited she might be, we’re still a man and a woman.

Is she completely unaware of how she appears to men?

“…Even so, she took it way too casually.”

Yes, whether it was an accident, intentional, or she just wasn’t thinking, the undeniable fact was that her enormous flesh had touched my precious area.

The sensation was so vivid and stimulating to me that even now, having stepped back and regained my composure, I could feel excitement rising if I let my guard down.

The realization that a woman’s breasts are surprisingly soft, that larger ones have more weight to them, and that even indirect contact provides a strangely different stimulation than touching with hands…

No, this is ultimately just a “trial version.”

People in actual romantic relationships wouldn’t stop at mere contact; they would touch directly and do even more.

Does that mean that bastard Dukhun Oh does such things with his girlfriend too?

The thought makes me angry.

“Arrrgh!! Die, Dukhun Oh!!”

I swung all the weapons I had brought with full force at the scarecrow.

The heavy metal weapons made a thunderous noise as they struck the scarecrow, but even that satisfaction wasn’t enough, so I grabbed whatever weapon I could and continued venting my frustration.

Swords and blunt weapons don’t feel right.

A spear… That pig bastard’s belly needs to be skewered.

“Looks like the spear suits your hand.”

As I was enthusiastically stabbing the scarecrow with only a spear in my hand, Tachia suddenly appeared and spoke to me.

With a cigarette in her mouth and her arms crossed, she exuded her characteristic impassive atmosphere.

And I had just been throwing a childish tantrum in front of such a person.

“Are… are you already finished?”

“I’ve done the basics, so if I leave it alone, the finishing process will complete itself.”

Tachia uncrossed her arms and approached me, seemingly indifferent to my nervous reaction.

Her cloudy eyes beneath furrowed brows were fixed directly on me.

“By the way, I wanted to ask you something.”

She maintained that state as she asked me.

“Your name is Hyoseong Woo, right?”

“Ah, yes. You can call me Hyoseong.”

“……”

Tachia remained silent at my answer.

Then, removing the cigarette from her mouth, she exhaled smoke and muttered quietly.

“They say people from other worlds bring many variables, but this is a first for me.”

“Pardon?”

“Wait a moment.”

Tachia turned around and went inside the building.

As I waited in place as she had instructed, she soon returned and threw something at me.

“Try swinging this.”

It was a spear.

But it was different from what I had been holding in several ways.

First, its luster wasn’t the typical gray of metal but had a faint green tint, and despite being metal, it felt remarkably light.

It felt less like iron and more like wood… no, like swinging a hollow pipe.

“Yes, I’ll try swinging it.”

Thinking she must have a reason for asking, I swung the spear at the scarecrow in front of her.

-Whoosh, whoosh!

From the sound alone, I could tell it was in a different league from what I had been swinging before.

The tip of the spear moved without the weight-induced wavering, precisely penetrating the part I was aiming for.

Yes, it’s a good weapon.

Even I, with little expertise in combat, could immediately tell.

“…Your impression?”

“It’s incredibly light. Yet the blade is so sharp that I don’t need to put my weight behind attacks.”

“It’s made of mythril, so that’s to be expected. It’s also durable enough that you don’t need to maintain it unless it’s completely broken.”

“Ah, yes. Made of mythril… What?”

Wait, what did Tachia just say?

Mithril?

Is this weapon in my hand made from that dream material of the highest grade?

“But the important thing isn’t that it’s made of mythril.”

As I was feeling shocked, Tachia unceremoniously took the spear from my hand.

Wondering what could be more important than being made of mythril, I stared blankly as she stood the spear shaft in front of her and then removed her hand.

Naturally, if the balance is off, the shaft would tilt.

-Thud.

As the tip of the spear tilted toward me, she stood the shaft up again and repeated the same action.

-Thud.

Once again, the tip of the spear pointed toward me.

If she hadn’t intended it, it would be a coincidence, but she seemed convinced of something and even let out a chuckle.

“Heh. Well, I didn’t expect much when he sent you, but an unexpected big fish has arrived.”

Dense smoke spread from her mouth.

Even that scattered with her chuckling sound, and soon her eyes, tinged with a different color, began to shine upon me.

“The ability to form a contract just by holding an ego weapon… I’ve lived long, but this is something to see.”

An emotion that could be called curiosity, or perhaps expectation.

Aimed directly at me.