Chapter 90: A Women who gives back as much as she receives

They say victims of sexual harassment are usually aware of it. It made sense.

Sexual harassment involved unwanted touching; how could the victim not notice? If they didn’t, it either wasn’t harassment, or the perpetrator was harassing a tree or a rock. Anyway.

‘Provocative.’

Hayoon was acutely aware of Choi Arin’s hand exploring her thigh under the blanket.

Choi Arin clearly intended to touch her inappropriately.

While Choi Arin likely saw it as playful, how else could one describe secretly touching someone’s thigh?

Thanks to Hong Seo-hyun, and thanks to both of them, Choi Arin had developed a somewhat distorted sense of what was acceptable.

‘Hmm, so this is how it feels?’

Hayoon silently observed Choi Arin’s actions, waiting for the right moment to react. After several incidents with Hong Seo-hyun, she had become accustomed to retaliating.

No, more than retaliating.

‘I need to show her.’

She wanted to establish dominance.

“Everyone around me seems obsessed with touching me. Don’t you think so, unnie?”

“Uh, uh…?”

“You and Hong Seo-hyun senior keep touching me like I’m some kind of tactile toy.”

She had allowed Choi Arin’s advances as a form of gratitude. If it were just Hong Seo-hyun, she would have dismissed it as a quirk, but…

“Why not touch me openly? I’m going to touch you too.”

“W-Well…”

“Honestly, I’m feeling more confident now. I’ve come to ‘understand’ the boundaries of physical contact between women.”

Seeing Choi Arin’s behavior, Hayoon realized something.

Women were different from men.

There was such a thing as platonic physical affection between female friends, and the boundaries were…fluid.

There’s a difference between I think I can do it and I can do it.

Hong Seo-hyun had given her the I think I can do it mindset, and Choi Arin’s actions had given her the I can do it confidence.

“Just be assertive. If you want to touch me, do it confidently.”

“W-Well…”

Choi Arin, however, wasn’t confident.

She had been curious about Hayoon’s rapidly growing chest, wondering what kind of supplements she was taking.

But this wasn’t what she had in mind. This wasn’t a polite request; it was practically coercion.

And that coercive atmosphere made Choi Arin feel a strange mix of excitement and submission.

“Here.”

Hayoon flexed her hand, which was resting on top of Choi Arin’s.

Choi Arin felt the soft mound of Hayoon’s breast beneath the thin white tube top, the outline of her black bra clearly visible.

It was exhilarating. This was her first time touching another woman’s breast.

“How is it? Do you like it?”

“I-I don’t really…”

“Then touch it again. On your own this time.”

“Huh?”

“I forced that on you, so it might not have felt…right.”

“Uh…”

Choi Arin instinctively looked at Hayoon’s expression. She didn’t know why, but Hayoon exuded a powerful, almost predatory aura. So…

“Ah…”

Driven by that coercive tone, a latent desire to touch Hayoon’s chest, and the strangely charged atmosphere…

“Wow…”

…Choi Arin’s trembling hand reached for Hayoon’s other breast.

The sensation was similar. They both wore the same type of bra, so it was to be expected.

But Choi Arin felt a strange tingling sensation.

It was guilt, undoubtedly.

She had touched her junior’s breasts, first under duress, and now, on her own volition.

And she enjoyed it.

The pleasure fueled the guilt, and the guilt, in turn, amplified the pleasure.

“Ah…”

Realizing this vicious cycle, Choi Arin lowered her head and her hands, which were cupping Hayoon’s breasts. This was wrong.

“Are you done?”

“Huh?”

But Hayoon didn’t think so. Two girls had touched her without her permission. She had to reciprocate.

“Mama!”

She turned Choi Arin around, who had momentarily lost focus with her head lowered, pressing her chest against the mattress, her butt in the air.

Then, she pressed her body against Choi Arin’s, her breasts against her back, her hand reaching between the buttons of Choi Arin’s pajamas, grabbing her through her shirt.

“Hmm… pervert.”

“I-I’m not a pervert… it’s just… we’re at home…”

“Between girls, you let the other person touch you back, right? But you seemed to think it was okay to touch me without my permission…”

“W-We don’t normally do this…!”

“Lies. Hong Seo-hyun senior did this to me.”

“B-But I just…”

“Sure, sure.”

Hayoon squeezed Choi Arin’s breast through her shirt.

The feel of the shirt against her skin was pleasant.

She wrapped her other arm around Choi Arin’s waist to prevent her from escaping, pressing her hips against Choi Arin’s butt, grinding slightly.

Then, she began to explore, returning the favor, indulging in the exploration she couldn’t with Hong Seo-hyun at school.

‘Huh…?’

She felt a hardening bud between Choi Arin’s breasts, beneath the thin t-shirt she wore as underwear.

‘Is this… okay…?’

Hayoon hesitated. Weren’t they crossing a line? While her motto was tit-for-tat, this felt like she was going too far. She should probably stop.

“Haah…”

“…!”

Startled by the soft moan from Choi Arin, Hayoon quickly pulled back. Choi Arin…

…sat up abruptly…

“I’m sorry…”

…then knelt down and buried her face between Hayoon’s thighs, tears streaming down her face.

“I-I won’t touch you again… so… please… don’t do that…”

Her voice was choked with sobs. A desperate plea to stop. Normally, one would stop when faced with such a desperate plea.

‘Why… does this feel good…?’

Hayoon felt a strange sense of dominance and accomplishment, looking at Choi Arin begging for mercy.

I could push her further… and she’d let me.

A strange confidence bloomed within her.

Regardless of her thoughts, it was wrong to push someone who was crying and begging for mercy.

She hugged Choi Arin and patted her back, offering comfort. But ironically…

Should I try her butt next time? She might be less resistant to that than her chest.

…Hayoon was already planning her next move.

Seeing Choi Arin’s reaction, it would be unwise to try again so soon. It was better to take it slow, gradually breaking down her defenses.

Someone like Choi Arin, who submitted so easily, was easier to handle than Hong Seo-hyun, who always fought back.

I’ll slowly mold her into another Hong Seo-hyun.

If Hong Seo-hyun touched her casually, she’d make Choi Arin just as casually touchable.

She would make them both her personal dolls. Choi Arin’s reaction had ignited a possessive desire within Hayoon.

“I’m sorry, it was my fault…”

While Hayoon harbored these dark thoughts, Choi Arin continued to apologize.

She believed this was punishment for touching Hayoon inappropriately.

She believed that if she apologized and promised not to do it again, things would go back to normal.

“I told you it’s okay, unnie. I’ll get mad if you keep apologizing.”

“Hehe…”

Relieved by Hayoon’s gentle tone and the way she pushed her slightly away to make eye contact, Choi Arin hugged her again.

She had been trying to get close to Hayoon like Hong Seo-hyun, but it seemed they were already close enough without those tactics.

Choi Arin decided to give up on those ambitions.

‘She’s still hard. Is she that sensitive?’

Meanwhile, Hayoon, aroused by the encounter, was filled with desire.