Let Me Be Reborn

I decided to put my hands around her. The warmth of my hands that covered the back of my hand, Harin opened his mouth with an embarrassing expression.

“You don't have to do that...”

“Why are your hands so cold? Is it usually cold? ”

“Yeah, I'm usually a little cold. ”

“Maybe it's because my breasts are hot. ”

“W-what? ”

Harin raises his big puppy eyes.

When I mentioned the word breasts, I was a little embarrassed.

I replied with a slap.

“No, the warmer the breasts, the more blocked the feet. ”

“Ah… yes. ”

After a long handshake, Valgre flushes on her face naturally. It's not a saying that young men and women hold hands, but sparks fly.

Skinship is like magic that makes rapid progress between men and women.

It starts with a grip at first, but it is the magic of touch to give a sandal lip, a shrunk chest, and conventionally even a middleweight.

But I don't intend to make too much progress.

Plenty of time, plenty of booze.

I slapped my hand at the right moment and filled up the empty cup.

We started drinking during the day with a light glass.

“Harin sincerely congratulates you on entering college. This is my brother's memorial. ”

“Thank you, brother. ”

Harin turns his head to the other side and takes a sip of beer.

“Khh. You use more than you think? ”

“That's how it all started. When you're old enough to taste beer, you become a real adult. ”

“Is that so?"

“You don't know the amount yet, so take your time. ”

“Yes.”

Harin emptied the Metallurgical Cup, grudging that it was bitter.

The atmosphere slowly rises.

Rossi, do you have any use for that thing yesterday? ’

[If I have a listening device item in my ear, I currently have two leftovers.]

What happens if you use it twice? ’

[It can then be used as a regular earphone. According to a pre-tester, the sound quality is pretty good.]

"Huh, Maid in Heaven? But you have to stick it in your ear to use it, right? ’

[Yes. Wearable items are only effective when equipped.]

‘Well, I wonder how Harin is feeling, but putting earphones on in his room would be a little weird. ’

I thought of an excuse and came up with an idea.

Of course, creativity has nothing to do with IQ.

“But are you ready with the organ guy? ”

“Proud of organs? You do that, too? ”

“He doesn't know anything. It's a must have for the newcomers when Satyr goes. He's leaving tomorrow. He's not ready yet. ”

“Really? What should I do? ”

“Usually the most I do is like vocal chords, dancing, singing. Are you confident in any of this? ”

“Well... I can't do it all. I think the song will be fine. ”

“You're not going to sing an idol, are you? ”

“Can't I do that? ”

“Of course. There's nothing like a trot to set the mood. I'll pick a song for you. ”

I took my earphones out of my bag naturally.

“What happened to your earphones? ”

“I think I need to put my earphones on because my speakers are weird. ”

“Oh, yes. ”

I split my earphones one by one and searched YouTube for "Women's Trot Song." Then, dozens of videos were listed.

“How about this? Desperate woman.”

“That's the first I've heard of it. ”

“It's a famous song, so you can hear it. ”

‘Rossi, use the item now. ’

[Yes.]

I played back the video and read her mind.

Her thoughts appear like cartoons as songs flow from her earphones. I read quotes when I glanced at them in the video.

(This is why it's like a date. I liked it when you held my hand earlier... Can't you hold my hand again? I wish I was a slut. Hing.)

"Look at this? It's enough to stab you in the side. ’

When I checked her heart, I felt confident.

The recommendation definitely worked.

“Well, I think I've heard the song, but I'm not sure. ”

“Oh, yeah? How about this? ”

Next song:

Harin, who was listening to this very famous song, quickly began to hum along with the melody.

“Ah! I think I know this yellow one! ”

“Really? That's great. Then I'll take this. ”

“But is it really going to work? ”

“Of course, long-term boasting is not an audition program. You don't have to sing well. It's just funny and exciting. ”

“Ah-ah, I see. Anyway, I'm embarrassed to be here, so I'm going home to practice. Thank you, brother. ”

Shame on you.

You should be more ashamed of what we're about to do.

I guess the drink went up a bit, too. I'm starting to feel a bit overwhelmed.

“But I think the title of the song is a little dirty. ”

“Headline? Where are you going? ”

“Well, this is a little 19-gold...”

“Gather around! I'm an adult now! Tell me.”

Harin groaned cutely to see if the hangover had gone up. Perhaps it is possible because you have broken the distance through the previous work.

“Are you curious?”

“Yes.”

“Ha. But for a freshman in high school...”

I've been preoccupied once more.

As expected, she is cautious.

“Let me know if you're wrong!”

I could feel her chest sticking out of my arm.

Are you drunk or are you pretending to be drunk?

I was curious about her mind, but I decided to save the last item.

Whether she's really drunk or acting, the important thing is that she's mating with me. This is a positive signature, no need to see it.

“Fine. I'll let you know if you need another drink.”

“Tsk. Okay. ”

Harin takes a sip of all the remaining wine and gives out an empty glass.

I purposefully filled the glass by reducing the bubbles.

“Here, one shot. ”

“Are you gonna get me drunk? ”

“Who drinks in two glasses? ”

“Hmph! Why didn't you just tell me? ”

Harin spits out a beer full of glasses.

“Khh! It's really bitter. Ugh!”

“Here, ah-ah!”

I lifted my drink and took it to her mouth. Harin is ashamed and eats flour.

“Now that you've finished, tell me. ”

A slightly empty-speaking tone. Do you think her drinking habits are a courtship style when she's drunk? Anyway, it's cute.

“I mean, it's a very straightforward metaphor, actually. ”

“A metaphor?”

“A man is a boat. ”

“Yes.”

“Women are ports. ”

“Yes.”

“Where does the ship go? ”

“Port?”

“Yes. It means that a man... enters a woman. ”

“Go in...? ”

Harin looks vague for a moment, noticing the meaning of the words, and yells angrily.

“Is that really what you mean? ”

“Do you understand?”

“... Yes. ”

“I thought you were naive, but you know everything, don't you? ”

Harin is cute on my provocation.

“I know all about high school these days. ”

“Well... High school's a big place.

I stared blatantly down at her breasts. By this time, we'll be done watching.

It's a direct battle from now on.

“But you've always been that big? ”

“How far?”

“The breasts.”

“What? You're a bit grumpy. ”

The horse does, but seeing the ball already strung up, it gives you a considerable amount of energy. It seems to be the effect of the shot I just inhaled.

“I was the oldest in my class since elementary school. At that time, I was embarrassed, and I couldn't even straighten my back. ”

“Wow, since freshman year? ”

“Yes.”

You've grown up to be quite different.

“Does she have a heritage because she's big? ”

“Yes, my aunts are all big. None of the other family members are small. ”

“What size is it? ”

“Don't be ashamed to ask, D cup. ”

You're just good at answering because you're embarrassed.

“D cup? Can Koreans be that big? ”

“I don't know. Even underwear shoppers don't have sizes, so you just have to buy imported brands. It's expensive, it's not pretty... it's really annoying. ”

Sounds like a big, complex speech.

This can't be happening. She doesn't know how great her breasts are.

“Harina, you must be very young and you're blessed. ”

“Blessings? I can't use them if I have big breasts. It hurts my shoulders all the time. I get teased by my friends. When I was a kid, I was really hurt by boys teasing me that they were cows. ”

Harin's voice raised to see if the emotion had been overwhelmed.

I felt the need to silence her.

I want to touch her broken heart. With bare hands, of course.

“What do young people know? Have you ever heard of a gigantic wire? ”

“A groupie?”

“The bigger the better. It's a woman's chest. A lot of people operate because they're small, but very few people don't like being big. ”

“Hing... I really don't like it. ”

“No. Honestly, I hate small breasts when I look at women. You don't have any femininity. It's not the same number on the front and back. ”

“Really?"

“Yes.”

Harin hesitates a little and opens his mouth.

“So do you like big breasts, too? ”

“Of course. If I could actually see the D-cup boobs, I'd be dead by now. ”

“Oh, don't say that. ”

“Are you serious?”

Harin, who saw my serious expression, hesitated deeply and opened my mouth with courage.

“... and let me show you mine? ”

Oh, Jesus.

Sansam came to me.