0012. Touching B**bs is NOT Allowed ~

“You don’t… need me anymore?”

Ahhh. Fuck…

I can see where things went wrong, but hold on. Let me just say what comes to mind first.

“A girl shouldn’t act like this so carelessly. You don’t have to let me touch your breasts for me to stay friends with you.”

“It’s not… careless… If it’s Sanghyuk… I like it.”

What do you mean, like it?! The Kim Sanghyuk you know is trash. Trash!

“Why do you keep opening your heart to garbage like me?”

Somehow, my lines were starting to sound like something out of a melodrama.

Maybe I was actually getting angry.

Don’t treat your body so carelessly.

“What have I ever done for you?”

Hena, covering her chest with her arm, spoke cautiously.

“You… protected me.”

“Protected you?”

“Ever since we were little… All the boys were scary… but you drove them away….”

That… was unexpected.

No matter how much of a scumbag I was, if I’d been like that since childhood, wouldn’t I have ended up as childhood friends with a girl like her?

“Whenever I cried… you always came running….”

What a grown-up baby.

But if I’d really protected her with pure intentions, I wouldn’t have done that later on.

It’s just that, as the protagonist of an eroge, I didn’t like other male characters preying on defenseless Hena, so I drove them away.

And after the period where even a D-rank like me could protect her passed… Well, she just became an object of lust, didn’t she?

Pathetic.

“I… I mean… if I can stay friends… even like this….”

“Wait… I told you, I’ll stay friends even if I don’t touch your breasts.”

“You don’t… need me?”

Hena’s thick tears fell like a waterfall.

“Don’t cry. Damn it… Please stop crying! What do I have to do to make you stop?”

“My chest… Friends….”

“I said I’ll stay friends even without touching them…!”

“Hnggg… I don’t believe you….”

Goddammit!

“Fine! I’ll touch them! I’ll touch them, okay? Here. I’m touching them.”

As I stretched out both hands toward her bare chest, Hena suddenly stopped crying and stared intently at my hands.

“You really want me to touch them?”

“Yeah.”

“You know.. You really don’t have to….”

“……”

“Alright. Stop crying! Just stop, okay?”

……What else could I do?

If she starts wailing here, it’s straight to jail for me.

It’s not like I don’t want to touch them. But what’s the difference between this and assault at this point…?

Squish… squish…

“Ahhh……!”

The moment my hands made contact, Hena moaned cutely.

I wasn’t even applying pressure, just lightly tracing my fingers, but they easily sank into the soft mass of her breasts.

Holy shit, this amazing softness…

For breasts this size to hold their shape so perfectly… it’s too beautiful.

“Huu… hwaa….”

I barely held back the urge to keep groping them.

“There. I touched them. You good now?”

“Not… yet… More”

What do you mean, not yet?!

….Is this girl low-key a pervert?

Wait, is she really just doing this out of anxiety?

Before I knew it, I was standing face-to-face with a black-haired girl I’d just met, and freely groping her knock-out breasts.

I pushed her mint-green bra up and started kneading them properly.

“……I’m touching them.”

“Nn… ah… hng… aaah….”

How much longer do I have to do this?

Hena’s ears were bright red as she watched her own breasts being toyed with.

Squish… squish… grope… grope…

No wonder she’s the easiest heroine to conquer.

If she already had feelings for that trash Kim Sanghyuk from the start…

After going through the student council president event, I probably could’ve just taken her right then and there.

This line of thinking is dangerous.

Just the idea that I can do whatever I want to a girl this pretty is dangerous.

My brain feels like it’s melting.

It’s not like I can always draw the line and hold back.

Grope… grope… grope…

My fingers gradually tightened.

“Hah… ngh… hngg…!”

I couldn’t tell if it was sweat from her chest or my hands, but as I kneaded her warm, preheated breasts,

it started to feel like my hands and her chest were merging into one.

My hands grew just as hot as Hena’s breasts, and my self-control slipped further away.

Squeeeeze.

“Aah…!”

“…Did that hurt?”

“……N-no….”

“Should I stop?”

Shake shake.

Hena wanted me to keep fondling her breasts.

I could feel her stiff, pink nipples rolling under my palms.

‘Was touching breasts always this lewd?’

…These are violently sexy tits.

“You won’t… say we’re not friends anymore…?”

“I won’t.”

As I massaged her soft breasts, I made her a promise.

“We’re friends, Hena.”

“…Mhm.”

“But we can’t keep doing it like this. You need to be more carefull.”

“Huh?”

What do you mean, huh?

Someone needs to firmly teach her that she can’t just offer up these heavenly breasts so carelessly.

“Friends don’t pay each other in boobs!”

I gripped Hena’s breasts tightly.

“Kyaaaa…h, huh?!”

Her body swayed as her center of gravity pulled toward me.

Still, I kept squeezing, as if trying to leave handprints on her soft flesh.

“Got it?! What kind of friend just lets someone grope these amazing tits?!”

“Nn… ngh… hngg…!?!”

I rubbed her chest, stimulating her erect nipples with my palms.

True to an eroge protagonist’s touch, Hena’s arousal kept rising. She stood on her tiptoes, panting cutely.

I shouldn’t enjoy this. This is a lesson, branded into her body!

I squeezed even harder.

“Nn, ah… hyaang…!”

Because of Hena, who was crying as prettily as a nightingale, even I got hard, and the line I had to keep gradually disappeared.

“You understand, right? These things are only allowed with someone you love. The person you’re going to marry!”

“Ugh… Uhh…!”

“Answer me!”

While roughly grabbing her ample breasts, I seared a painful lesson into Hena.

Her soft tits were treated like toys.

Hena nodded her head weakly.

“Huaa… Ugh… Uhh…!”

“You wanna get squeezed like this every day?”

“I don’t know… It feels… weird….”

“Say no!”

“A-ah, no…!”

Yes! That’s it!

“Again!”

Hena, flustered and being fondled, managed to speak.

“Hah, haa… Touching… breasts with a friend… is… not… allowed.”

“What about right now?”

“Ugh… Uhh…! Haa… I should say… I hate it?”

“Say it.”

“I… don’t hate it….”

“Tsk.”

When I squeezed her breasts again, Hena shook her head frantically.

“I-I hate it…! Don’t… ngh… touch my chest….”

“Lewd stuff between friends is off-limits. Got it?”

I tugged on her nipple as I asked.

“Lewd… stuff… off-limits… Fuuuh….”

“Do you understand?”

“Ah… Yes…! Off-limits…!”

“I appreciate that you think well of me, but get a grip. Do you even realize how fucking dangerous this is?”

“Dangerous…?”

“You have to learn to refuse clearly when it’s a no. I don’t have a hobby of babysitting a girl with just big tits. If you wanna be friends, remember that.”

“Uuuh…!”

Hena looked at me, still groping her, and spoke.

“F-Friends shouldn’t do this… Let go.”

“Good. Remember that!”

I squeezed her breasts as I said it.

“Ngh, ugh, wait, ngh, uuuh, haaa….”

I pulled the staggering Hena into my arms.

Are you squirming because it feels good? Just what the hell is an Eroge protagonist supposed to be?

Seeing Hena, disheveled from the breast training, I suddenly snapped back to reality.

‘What the hell am I doing?!’

“…You okay?”

“Haa… Feels… good…….”

“Put your clothes on.”

I helped Hena straighten her disheveled clothes.

…Every little movement she made, adjusting her bra, finding a comfortable position for her breasts, was super erotic.

‘…I hope I didn’t mess her up.’

I did it because I couldn’t stand the idea of her paying for friendship with her huge tits.

I really hope this helped Hena.

Sincerely.

“Friends should never do this again.”

“But if we’re lovers… it’s okay……?”

“…….”

‘Did I mess her up after all?’

Hena, her cheeks flushed, steadied her breathing and spoke again.

“If we’re lovers… you can touch my breasts… right…?”

“Well… yeah, but…….”

“……I see.”

Hena tightly gripped my collar.

Her emerald eyes gleamed through her hair.

“…Okay.”

…Should I tell her to stop being so clingy?

Nah, it’s cute, so it’s fine.

Life’s a long journey where everyone finds their own way. I just hope Hena learned something from this, using trash Kim Sang-hyuk and his obsession with her tits as a lesson.

…My hands are still sweating.

That sensation really was unforgettable.

“You’ve changed, Sang-hyuk.”

Somehow, I feel like I’ll be hearing that a lot.

But just now, I was more of an Eroge protagonist than anyone else.

“…Which version is better?”

“Mm… Now… is much better… My chest feels warm.”

“That’s ’cause I made you sweat.”

“Embarrassing… I wanna hide.”

“Then why’d you do something like that, idiot?”

“……Hic.”

Are you hiccuping right now? Unbelievable.

“Hold your breath. Swallow your spit.”

“Hic. Hic.”

Should I threaten to cut ties to scare her…?

But then I thought this dumb fish might actually pass out, so I took her to the water dispenser and made her drink.

“Gulp… Gulp….”

“You’re something else.”

“……Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Hey, what’s your overall rating?”

Hena hesitated, then answered shyly.

“C-rank….”

……We gotta raise that ASAP.

By the time I was done fondling Hena’s tits, break time was already over.

We went to class, but…

“Why are your clothes like that?”

“They got dirty, so I washed them. My apologies.”

“Take your seat.”

[Kim Sang-hyuk]

[Uniform Violation – 1 Penalty Point]

[Total Penalty Points – 102]

…….

Nothing else happened.

The lesson was somewhat understandable, but went over my head.

The class proceeded under the assumption that everyone knew words like [Dungeon], [Monster Beasts], and [Hunters],

So all I had in my head were wild guesses piling up.

I barely knew anything about this game to begin with.

I didn’t even know why it was called [My Onahole Academy].

Was it because women were treated as mere onaholes? Judging by En’s behavior, that might actually be the case.

Honestly, what does an onahole have to do with anything?

If I keep being the protagonist like this, won’t it just become [My Academy] without the onahole part?

The thought of En’s sulking face made me feel happy for a second.

[Unique Talent [Onahole Collector] has been awakened!]

Once again, I realized [Onahole Academy] wasn’t just some easy Eroge.