episode_0094

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It goes without saying,

but just because I brought Han Soo-ah into the house didn’t mean I could immediately do anything.

The reason was simple.

First, she needed to relax.

Why else do you think people bring home a tiny kitten from a pet shop instead of going out to meet others?

To tame something to your will, a comfortable atmosphere is the top priority—above all else.

Casual everyday conversations,

lightly holding hands,

…or going further with an innocent kiss,

a perverted kiss,

peeling off Han Soo-ah’s loose mocha-colored sweatshirt that looks like she put zero effort into her outfit,

or stripping off those pitch-black leggings that, despite her seeming indifference, probably made every passing guy glance at least once—

sticky caresses meant solely to make her wet,

even sex without a condom next to an already unconscious Yozora.

All of that comes later.

Right now, I need to keep wearing the mask of the kind health teacher.

“Hmm, hmm…”

Humming a tune regardless, Yozora heads to the kitchen.

As she leaves to fetch orange juice, I glare at her before turning to Han Soo-ah, who’s awkwardly standing in the middle of the living room.

“Did you clean up all the bottles?”

“…Y-yes. No, I mean, yeah…”

The faint scent of alcohol lingers in the air.

Having reverted to casual speech like before, I first sat down far away from Han Soo-ah.

For now, maintaining this distance is best.

Taming isn’t about me approaching the other person—it’s about making them come to me.

Imagine rushing things and getting too close to Han Soo-ah, ruining everything. Just the thought is frustrating, right?

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step—that saying exists for a reason.

The first step: “accidentally” meeting Han Soo-ah at the bookstore.

The second step: awkwardly becoming friends.

The third step: visiting her place and talking for a long time.

And now, a chance to leap across what should’ve taken a thousand miles in an instant.

If I mess up and lose this opportunity, I’ll be biting my tongue in regret.

So I sit by the armrest of the sofa, pretending disinterest as I fiddle with my phone.

Contrary to my expectation that she’d sit at the far end, Han Soo-ah settles at an ambiguous distance—neither too close nor too far.

A space just right for Yozora to squeeze in between.

Probably because of what I said earlier about her being my girlfriend…

Her unintentionally cute behavior makes me crack a small smile.

“Must’ve been tough. She’s always messing up the place… Looks like you did some cleaning too.”

Tossing out a conversation starter to lighten the mood, Han Soo-ah opens her mouth to reply—

But before she can, a sharp voice cuts in from the kitchen.

“No, I don’t!”

The hell you don’t.

I’ve seen the state of your place well into your thirties.

How many times have I carried you home after you passed out drunk?

My gaze drifts toward the kitchen at the sound of her grumbling—

“…Hey.”

Han Soo-ah’s voice reaches me softly from beside me.

“Yeah?”

“Can I… ask you one thing?”

“Go ahead. As long as it’s not something weird.”

“…How did you and Yozora meet?”

I’m glad she initiated the conversation,

but the question is a bit tricky to answer.

“Oh. How we met.”

“Yeah.”

“…Nothing too special.”

“But still… I’m curious.”

“…Is this also about friendship? Like, how to make one?”

“…Yeah.”

“Alright. Well…”

I half-expected her to ask about size after Yozora’s earlier comment, but… guess not.

I do want to talk to her as much as possible,

but of all things, she asks how Yozora and I met.

Since I can’t tell the truth, I quickly draft a fictional story in my head.

“Well… first time was near Sinchon.”

“Sinchon…?”

“Yep.”

Our first meeting at the “company” hideout is rewritten as a chance encounter in front of the Sinchon Hyundai Department Store.

The forced, torturous master-slave drinking dynamic is repackaged as two people clinking beer cans together outside a convenience store on a chilly night.

I worried she might catch inconsistencies, but Han Soo-ah’s reaction suggests otherwise.

By the time I finish, her only response is a serious nod, like she’s studying.

…The mood feels a little off.

Just as our relationship is being recast as an ordinary couple’s,

Yozora returns, slurping orange juice from a cup.

I thought she’d offer us some, but apparently, she’s drinking it all herself.

“…Soo-ah-chan…….”

“Ah, yeah.”

Then, with a “Pwah—”, she exhales boozy breath and speaks.

“You said you wanna make friends… right?”

“…Y-yeah…”

As Han Soo-ah nods meekly, Yozora’s slurred voice continues.

“Other stuff’s whatever, but making guy friends is super easy… y’know?”

“R-really?”

“Yep. You got big boobs, so just let guys touch ’em all they want, and bam—instant guy friends…….”

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“Ow, hey!!”

Use your boobs to attract guys.

After dispensing this sage advice, Yozora is promptly dragged into Seo Woo-jin’s lap and subjected to a series of forehead flicks.

…Watching Yozora squirm and rub her forehead against his palm while seated on his thighs, she looks like some oversized plush toy.

A plush toy that reeks of alcohol, of course.

“You like boobs too, don’tcha?!”

“That’s not the same!”

“Says you! Last time, you spat on my cleavage and shoved your di—Ow!”

Boobs?

Spitting?

And shoving his… that in between…?

Ah… I get it.

That.

Something only big-breasted girls can do…

You know, that.

I’ve seen it in manga a few times.

Always ends with the guy finishing on the girl’s face or mouth,

or overflowing between her tits,

leaving sticky trails between her spread cleavage…

Yeah, that.

The kind of sex fantasy guys love.

…So they really do that when they’re alone.

Which means they must also… do it.

“Master… Master…” whispering sweetly,

until her womb is stuffed full, squelch… squelch…

…Do they even beg to be impregnated with his seed, like in manga…?

They do that a lot in those…

“If you’re gonna talk nonsense, go sleep it off. You look tired.”

“I’m not sleepy…! And I’m sober now…….”

“Sober my ass. You were swaying while carrying the orange juice earlier.”

“That’s ’cause the juice was heavy…! I can’t hold anything heavier than a spoon!”

“…Hey. Stop bothering us and go to bed.”

“No! I’m not sleeping…!”

After a quick glance at me, Woo-jin whispers something barely audible to Yozora.

In response, she whines and grinds her forehead against him.

As I stare blankly at the two,

I slowly digest Yozora’s earlier words.

“…….”

Let guys touch your boobs, and you’ll make friends.

…Surprisingly, it made a lot of sense.

‘After all, Yozora is dating the health teacher.’

Meaning, they’re way closer than just friends.

Would advice from someone like that really be useless?

Let’s think.

Men love women’s breasts.

> So, I’ll show a little cleavage. Letting them touch directly is too pervy, like Yozora said.

> Guys who love boobs will start liking me.

> I’ll make tons of guy friends.

> Hansol Group’s stock surges 500x! Market cap domination achieved!

The logic is flawless.

This is probably the kind of flow my parents want for me too.

“…Sigh…”

But, show a little cleavage?

How can she say that so easily?

Even when I hide everything, I feel like dying of embarrassment when people stare.

How am I supposed to show it? That’s insane.

Besides, I don’t own a single slutty outfit like that.

My closet’s full of drab sweatshirts and shirts.

I planned to wear only these for the rest of my life, but…

If Yozora’s right, maybe I should buy one sexy outfit as a last resort…

Isn’t there another way?

Something as effective as boobs but less embarrassing…

Absentmindedly fidgeting with my chest, I ponder this amid the couple’s bickering.

“Hey, hey.”

“…?”

At some point, Yozora plops down beside me and pokes my waist.

Woo-jin sighs—seems she won whatever argument they were having.

No idea how they settled it, though.

“Soo-ah-chan, what do you think…?”

“…Huh? About what?”

“What I said earlier… about attracting guys with your boobs.”

“…Oh.”

Woo-jin’s slightly annoyed glare,

Yozora’s messy-haired, tipsy grin—

both now fixed on me.

…Ah. Are they leaving the judgment to me?

Since they couldn’t agree…

Well… honestly,

it doesn’t sound wrong.

In fact, I’m starting to think it’s right.

But saying that outright in front of a guy is too embarrassing.

So instead,

“…I-I don’t think… it’s bad advice or anything…”

“See?”

I whisper it into Yozora’s ear, careful to sound skeptical so I don’t come off as a pervert.

This should be safe—

“Told ya! Soo-ah-chan agrees with me, dummy!”

“W-wait…!”

—or so I thought.

Turns out, it was pointless.

With a fox-like grin, Yozora immediately blabs everything to her boyfriend.

With unnecessary embellishments.

“Um… I-I only… sort of agreed, but…”

“Heheh… She said if you’ve got big, pretty boobs, making guy friends is easy…….”

I know she’s drunk, but what the hell?

If he thinks I’m some vulgar pervert and ditches me as a friend, what then? Seriously…

Even now—

It’s late, but I should deny it.

But panic leaves me stammering incoherently instead.

Then—

“I won, so I do what I want, ’kay? We agreed.”

“…Tch.”

Did I miss something? An incomprehensible exchange happens between them.

“Here, Soo-ah-chan.”

“…Huh?”

“Listen up… I’ve got another tip…….”

“…….”

“Guys loooove boobs, sure…”

Yozora, now sitting on Woo-jin’s lap, frowns slightly.

“…But they also love kisses?”

“…Get off me.”

“Don’t wanna.”

In front of my stunned self,

as if it’s the most natural thing,

with practiced ease,

she pulls Woo-jin’s hand onto her chest,

presses her lips to his,

Chu—

Chu—

and starts mixing tongues.

Letting them touch your boobs.

And,

…kissing is also a way to make guy friends—

along with this slightly baffling claim.