At Chawon’s words, Misol slowly nodded. There were eight empty bottles of alcohol on the table. They were all known to have a high tolerance, but the air was thick with intoxication.
Of course, Misol was the most drunk, but Chawon and Taegun were also in a state where making mistakes wouldn’t be surprising.
Dizziness made her breathe slowly and heavily. But even through it, she was clearly aware of what she had to do now.
Let them judge her breasts. She had to shake off this injustice.
Misol rose from her seat and stepped back a few paces. The eyes of the two men followed her as she moved.
Misol hesitated, gripping the hem of her T-shirt, then stole a glance at Chawon.
“Now that I’m actually about to do it, it feels kind of weird. Yun Chawon, can’t you take yours off too?”
“Okay.”
Chawon hastily shrugged off his top first. Then, turning to Taegun, the latter let out a quiet breath.
“This is ridiculous.”
Taegun unfastened his cuffs, then loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, tossing them aside without much care. It was uncharacteristically messy of him, but no one seemed to find it odd.
A flicker of unease crossed their faces. A strange tension thickened the air.
Without realising it, Misol had backed up all the way to the edge of the room. The sofa touched the backs of her calves.
“I’m taking it off, okay?”
“Sure.”
“Go ahead.”
Misol gently closed her eyes. Swallowing dryly, she pulled up the edge of her T-shirt.
Right. She’d worn bikinis every summer, so what was the big deal about underwear? In one swift motion, Misol pulled her T-shirt up.
Her pale stomach was the first to be exposed, followed by her narrow waist and slender collarbones. Holding her breath, she wriggled one arm out, then the other, and finally pulled the shirt over her head.
The thin shirt landed on the back of the sofa. She couldn’t quite bring herself to look up and lowered her gaze slightly. A black bra entered her line of sight.
As she looked down further, her small, neat belly button came into view — the skin around it tinged slightly red from the alcohol.
With every breath, her lower belly gently rose and fell. When her eyes moved back to her chest, they landed on the simple underwear covering her modest, well-shaped breasts. The pale skin spilling into the cups was softly rounded, filling them just enough.
“Not bad. It looks nice.”
Chawon scratched his cheek, his reaction more lukewarm than expected. But he wasn’t the type to lie, so it likely wasn’t meant as mere consolation.
“But this… even if it looks like this, it’s a bit different once the bra comes off.”
Misol said it with a hint of gloom. Yeah, truthfully — she didn’t have a big chest. That much was true.
Standing in front of the two men to be judged, she felt herself growing smaller and smaller inside.
“What happens when you take it off?”
Chawon’s gaze deepened with the question, but Misol didn’t notice at all. She sighed and admitted the truth.
“To be honest, it gets a bit smaller. I’m basically gathering everything I’ve got into this.”
“Ha…”
Chawon let out something between a sigh and a laugh — it was hard to tell.
“I don’t get guys who can’t get it up just because someone’s chest is small. It’s not like you’re putting it in a boob. There’s a separate hole — what do boobs have to do with it?”
Chawon spoke indifferently, slowly but thoroughly scanning Misol’s upper body.
“I think it looks nice.”
Beside him, Taegun clicked his tongue and gulped down some cold water. His eyes, too, lingered on Misol’s delicate upper body.
Just above the dangerously low waistband of her jeans, something more intimate seemed just on the edge of visibility. His gaze grew persistent, as though trying to see what wasn’t shown.
The line running from her hips down to her backside was a work of art. Taegun’s throat went dry, and he kept drinking water to calm himself.
“Then take that off, too.”
Chawon seemed to be spiralling deeper into madness.
“Huh?”
“You said it looks different without the bra. And that bastard didn’t get turned on after seeing you naked, right? Then I’ve got to see the real thing to know for sure, don’t I?”
“No, but still…”
“Isn’t it?”
“Chawon, you’re not exactly wrong, but…”
Even in her drunken state, taking off her bra wasn’t something Misol could do easily.
“If you don’t want to, then don’t. But if we’re going to judge properly, that’s the only way.”
Uncertainty and hesitation flickered in Misol’s eyes.
“Really?”
“You’ve already got almost nothing on anyway — what difference does it make?”
Chawon shrugged, saying it like it was no big deal, and somehow, it started to feel like maybe he was right. She was the one who’d asked them to look at her chest — what was the point of being shy now?
"Try taking it off. It's fine."
That's right. To get a proper 'diagnosis,' she needed to show everything.
Misol, feeling the warmth of the alcohol gradually spreading through her body, staggered slightly and cast a dazed look at Taegun.
"What do you think, Taegun-oppa?"
He hadn’t said a word for a while now. He was just staring at her intently.
She hesitated slightly under Taegun’s sharp gaze. She had the strange thought that if she backed out now, his indifferent expression would only grow colder.
"Just do as much as you’re comfortable with."
Taegun responded calmly. If he had urged her to take it off quickly, she would have felt resistance, but his nonchalant attitude actually helped her make up her mind.
Despite everything, Chawon and Taegun were decent people in Misol's eyes. There was no ill intent in their actions.
"Then, Chawon, could you turn off the lights for a moment? It's too bright in here."
“If you’re embarrassed because of that guy, should we just do this between the two of us?”
Chawon glanced at Taegun, who was drinking cold water.
“No, it’s not that…”
Misol felt that being with all three of them together was less anxiety-inducing and less embarrassing than being alone with Chawon. In this atmosphere, being left alone with him would only make things more uncomfortable.
It was better to have at least one more person around to offer their judgment.
After hesitating for a moment, Misol reached her hand behind her back. With a soft tug, the thin hook of her bra came undone, and the tightness across her chest loosened.
Immediately, goosebumps appeared, and her toes curled inward. Misol covered her bra with her wrist and turned her head to the side.
She couldn’t pull her hands away. Every time she breathed, it felt like her delicate skin was trembling.
“Hmm…”
Suddenly, Taegun stood up and, with a sharp metallic sound, loosened his belt. Chawon glanced at him before leaning back slightly.
“What are you doing?”
"Misol will be embarrassed. We should adjust accordingly."
With his head tilted slightly, Taegun unzipped his pants and completely took them off. It all happened in an instant.
As he pushed his suit pants aside, a leather belt-made sock garter caught the eye. Misol, forgetting that she was half-undressed herself, became captivated by Taegun's body.
Taegun's muscular body, clad only in socks and briefs, was incredibly... suggestive.
Moreover, his crotch area was quite full. His curved, twisted penis clung to the upper left side, its outline clearly visible.
His round, sagging testicles appeared quite heavy. A dry gulp passed down her throat.
"How is it? A little better?"
When Taegon asked, Misol quickly broke away from the gaze she had been stealing at him and let out a dazed sound.
"...Huh?"
"Isn't it a bit better since we're taking them off together?"
"Uh, yeah..."
It seemed even more embarrassing than before. Misol didn’t know what to do and just bit her lips.
"What the hell? Fuck, then I guess I have to take mine off too."
Chawon, who had gotten up from his seat, likewise took off his training pants. He had a leaner build than Taegun, so his muscles were sleekly defined.
If Taegun had large muscles and a big frame that could be overwhelming, then Chawon had a lean, well-toned, and attractive body — the kind that's ideal for fitting clothes.
Chawon was wearing white drawers, but for some reason, the front was oddly stained, as if it had gotten wet.
It seemed like Chawon also had a snake coiled in his crotch. The front of his underwear was quite taut and bulging, looking uncomfortably tight.
Through the white underwear, some dark pubic hair was faintly visible, and the unevenly sized testicles, slightly overlapping, were particularly explicit in appearance.
Only after having looked her fill did Misol grow embarrassed and lower her gaze to the floor.
"Then I guess it’s our Misol’s turn now, hmm?"
"Alright…”
They were going this far to help her — holding back any more wouldn’t be polite. Misol slowly lowered her hands.
The bra that had been covering her chest slid off smoothly, revealing the breasts she had been hiding.
Her small breasts were round and perked up, giving them a rather cute appearance. They were petite, but not to the point of being problematic.
In the middle, the red tips stood stiffly, as if aroused, and adorned her chest attractively. The perfectly sized areolas were shaped in a way that would drive men wild.
The perfect size for sucking.
"What the hell, it's insanely cute?"
"R-really?"
"Yeah. If you don’t get hard after seeing this, are you even a man?"
Chawon, speaking with a hint of irritation, stepped closer with large strides.
"Is it okay if I touch them?"
Before Misol could respond, Chawon reached out and cupped one of her soft breasts in his hand. While it didn't fill his hand, the soft, pillowy texture was wonderfully snug, like a warm steamed bun.
"Your nipples are pretty, too. They're big and stand out so well."
Chawon gently rubbed her already hardened nipple in a circular motion with his palm.
"Ugh... D-Don't say such things."
"Then did that bastard see your pussy too?"
Chawon, who was now fondling her breasts with both hands, asked while his eyes were slightly reddened.
"Huh?"
"Did he see your hole too?"
"Umm..."
The unpleasant memory of her ex-boyfriend slobbering all over her down there resurfaced.
"He... licked me down there."
"Well, you did everything then? He licked your pussy and still couldn't get hard?"
"...Yeah."
Taegun, who had approached unnoticed, spoke up.
"Lie down on the sofa first."
‘Huh?’
Before she knew it, Misol, held by Taegun, found herself lying down on the sofa in a daze.
Taegun positioned himself by her head, while Chawon knelt by her legs, even kneeling on the floor beneath the sofa.
"Then let's take a look at your pussy too."
"Wh-what?"
“If we look there, we might actually figure out why that bastard couldn’t get it up. I mean, all the signs point to it, right?”
"No, Ch-Chawon."
“We’ve seen this much already, so what's the big deal? Is seeing a single pussy hole really going to change anything?”
Chawon's hands were already quickly pulling down Misol's pants.
"Hey, wait!"
"We can just take off all our clothes, too."
"No, b-but still!"
Before Misol could stop him, her jeans were swiftly pulled off and tossed aside.
"Is this supposed to be underwear? It’s just a scrap of cloth."
"D-don't look."
"Yes, it’s her pussy. Our Misol’s pussy cover."
‘You lunatic!’
Her startled voice rose to the brink, but she couldn’t manage to scream.
It was because Taegun suddenly lowered his chin and kissed her. As he slipped his tongue in, he grabbed Misol’s breast.
"Mmm..."
‘What is this? What are you doing?’
‘Ah, this is weird. This shouldn’t be happening…’
"Hangh..."
It felt so good. The sensation of Taegun’s lips pressing against hers, their tongues intertwining, and the perfect pressure of his hand kneading her breast sent shivers down her spine.
She never imagined Taegun could kiss so gently. His warm, soft tongue explored every corner of her mouth.
"Hng!"
While she was captivated by Taegun's lips, she felt her legs being spread wide open. Chawon was lifting her inner thighs.
"Your panties match, too."
Chawon sighed, staring at the underwear that barely covered the triangle-shaped area.
"Black really drives men crazy."
"Hnngh!"
It was just underwear; she had put on whatever was on the drying rack before leaving.
"Wow, look at that hair sticking out. In any case, Yoo Misol is unexpectedly sexy."
Chawon chuckled and lightly brushed his fingertips over the pubic hair that peeked out from the panty line. The triangular area, with its thick growth, often caused the hair to escape the confines of the narrow underwear.
With her legs spread wide, the explicit scene was fully exposed.
"Hangh!"
But Taegun's kiss wouldn't let her go, and she couldn't stop him. She struggled with her hands, but they were held by someone else, and Misol couldn’t stop what was being done to her.
The panties sliding down, the firm grip kneading her breasts, and the sensation of Taegun devouring her lips – all of it was a new experience unlike anything she’d ever felt before.
She was just overwhelmed. It felt like the fire of her dormant desires had been ignited. At this point, it seemed like nothing else mattered.
"Haa..."
“You tell me. Should we stop?”
As he pressed her nipple between his fingers and rubbed her breast in slow circles, Taegun asked. He, too, was aroused.
That very Taegun — the cold, unyielding Jang Taegun who seemed like he wouldn't bleed a drop even if stabbed, the one who always saw women as nothing more than rocks, and who was constantly the punchline of Yun Chawon’s jokes…
"I'm so fucking turned on."
He uttered obscene words. Letting out a low breath, he asked again in a husky voice.
"If you don't like what we're doing, say it now."
"...I don't dislike it. Hngh."
"Good girl."
At the mention of being ‘good,’ her lower hole twitched. Simultaneously, Chawon stripped off all of her underwear.
"Our Misol's pussy is unveiled."
'Unveiled? This crazy bastard!'
"Wow…"
Before she could even fully hear his exclamation of admiration, Taegun’s lips were on hers again.
"Shit, look at this. It's dripping wet."
With his fingertips, Chawon slowly traced from the vaginal opening up to the clitoris, filled with awe as he explored. The triangular pubic mound was thick with hair, but the area around the labia majora and minora was smoothly shaved and well-groomed.
"Now, the real unveiling begins."
Chawon's voice carried a hint of excitement. As he used his fingers to gently spread apart the tightly closed labia minora, a small, quivering opening was revealed, glistening with flowing fluids.
"I can't hold back anymore."
From the delicate folds to the urethral opening and the vaginal entrance, everything was laid bare in clear view. To get a better look at the unusually plump clitoris, he brushed the pubic hair upward and took his time to examine it closely.
"You were just born with a great pussy, huh?"
From the very start, Chawon lowered his head towards his childhood friend's pussy with a fierce determination. Without hesitation, he began eagerly sucking up the juices seeping from her opening.
"Mmm…”
He sucked so persistently that his Adam's apple bobbed with every motion, until he could no longer restrain himself and thrust the tip of his tongue into the hot, quivering hole.
"Mph, hnngh!"
Taegun's tongue probed her uvula, while Chawon’s tongue stirred below. Misol writhed from the overwhelming sensation, something she had never experienced before.
Chawon wasn’t just attacking the lower hole with his tongue; he was also quickly stimulating the clitoris with his fingers.
Even though the intensity was very weak, her back involuntarily lifted, and a moan escaped.
“Pretty. You’re so pretty.”
Taegun pulled his mouth away, muttering with a fierce expression. He cupped both of her breasts and pressed them together. Though no cleavage would form, Taegun acted as if there were, sliding his tongue between them and beginning to suck.
“Aheung!"
"If I had known our Misol’s pussy was this tasty, I would’ve fucked her a long time ago."
"Hng! Aah! Don’t. It’s strange!"
“Are you saying it feels strange?”
Chawon, his face flushed, laughed wildly. Then, he pressed his lips to her clitoris.
He flicked his tongue left, right, and down, noisily. It felt strange. She couldn’t stand it anymore… Misol shook her hips violently, trying to pull away from Chawon’s lips.
"Stop, it feels weird, aah!"
Then — slap!
An unbelievable sound came from her pussy.
"Kyaa!"
“Shh. Stay still. When Oppa eats your pussy, you should say ‘thank you.’”
Chawon, ever so kindly, explained why he spanked her.
"Heueung!!"
Meanwhile, her nipples were pinched between Taegun's fingers, moving in circular motions. A tingling sensation coursed through her entire body.
Chawon relentlessly slapped Misol's pussy with his palm like a madman.
Slap, slap, slap.
The wet smacking was disorienting. A stinging sensation bloomed below, making her crave more stimulation. Shamelessly, her hips lifted, begging for it.
"Ha-eugh!"
“When Oppa punishes your pussy, you should say ‘thank you,’ right?”
"You cra-crazy bastard... Ahhh"
"Who’s the one spreading her legs and pissing herself in front of this crazy bastard? Isn’t it Yoo Misol from the marketing department at Sangwon Group?"
“Don't say it like that...!"
The stinging sensation in her pussy brought not just pain, but a maddening pleasure.
“That’s not it. ‘Oppa, please torment my pussy.’ You have to say it.”
"Crazy, you’re crazy... Hng!"
"Move aside."
Taegun pushed away Chawon, who was babbling nonsense, and turned Misol's body.
Misol's back rested against the back of the sofa, while her hips were precariously perched at the edge of the seat. In that position, Taegun pressed down on Misol's shoulders and spread her legs.
“Aheug!”
Her love juices flowed so much that even her anus was soaked. Each hole gaped open and closed, creating quite a spectacle.
"You're so beautiful. I could probably cum just by looking at you."
Taegun didn’t forget to share his thoughts as he traced a path from her entrance to her anus with his fingertip. The puckering hole seemed to try to swallow his finger, its movements eager and inviting.
"Wow, you… Fuck, you're really talented."
Chawon expressed his admiration genuinely.
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