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A brilliantly clear Saturday afternoon.
It would be perfect weather for an outdoor festival, but today too, Jae-min chose work over play. Entering the now-familiar alley, he opened the door of the old building and climbed the stairs.
Passing the sign between the stairs that read ‘MLS Clinic Shop (Men Only),’ he opened the clinic door.
Though weekends weren’t his scheduled work days, Jae-min came in without showing any displeasure. It was because of a massage appointment for the first patient he’d ever treated. Being assigned once didn’t make him that patient’s dedicated therapist, but he absolutely wanted to handle this particular man all the way through himself.
Jae-min exchanged light eye greetings with the staff member sitting at the reception desk, then entered the staff changing room to change clothes and prepare to receive customers.
When the desk staff told him his assigned patient had arrived and just moved to the treatment room, he got up from the sofa and headed to where the patient was waiting.
Approaching the innermost space of the treatment room, which had the same layout as the physical therapy room, Jae-min opened the curtain. He saw shoulders so broad they exceeded the width of the cot, and ankles sticking out beyond the bed. The tall man had his eyes covered with an eye mask, his upper body completely exposed.
Scanning with his eyes the massive pectorals that looked like they might burst through a thin t-shirt if he wore one, Jae-min cleared his throat a couple of times. The man lying still flinched and trembled his shoulders.
“Is the chest pain any better?”
He asked in a highly raised tone. The artificial voice sounded ridiculous, but fortunately the patient didn’t seem to care about such things.
“The pain from just brushing against it is gone, but… that…”
“But?”
“Water really comes out. Enough to make my clothes damp…”
Just like during his first massage, when his neck and ears and everything else had burned red, today too he flushed his skin crimson with shame.
“Let me take a look at your chest, shall we?”
Though he already knew the condition from witnessing it firsthand at the scene, Jae-min pretended not to know and walked lightly toward him. Then with his bare hands, he grasped one side of the man’s chest as if clutching it.
“Ngh…!”
Long fingers swept over the nipple that had sunk into the pink areola as if digging it out. Though he’d barely touched it, a milky liquid smeared onto his fingertips.
“It’s definitely like that. This should go well today.”
“G-go well, you say…”
“Yes, the milk that’s built up! Let’s squeeze it all out.”
The chest that had definitely been firmly clenched before the first massage had loosened somewhat thanks to the massage, making it softer than when he’d first touched it. Moreover, it felt like it had swollen much larger than when he first saw it.
‘Shouldn’t this really be called breasts?’
Like tapping the side of a pudding with a dessert spoon for no reason, Jae-min poked the man’s side chest. The heavy chest swayed left and right following Jae-min’s touch.
While Jae-min hummed inwardly as he prepared the massage, the man tightly gripped the blanket covering his stomach. The pink blanket crumpled in his large hands.
“Will I have to come for this treatment for the rest of my life, sir?”
It was completely different from his usual polite speech and form of address. The distinct sense of incongruity tickled inside his belly. Jae-min looked back with a subtle expression.
“No, I was originally fine… I don’t know why it became like this.”
Matching his strong appearance and indifferent expression, he who had seemed unfazed by everything in the world complained anxiously, trembling with worry.
Jae-min looked down at him on the bed. It was as if he was lying flat beneath his feet. An intense sense of victory spread through his entire body.
“Don’t worry too much. A cure will be developed soon.”
He felt an irrepressible smile spreading across his lips. It was incredibly fortunate that the man was wearing an eye mask.
Whether a cure was actually being developed, whether efforts were being made to find the cause of this disease—Jae-min knew nothing at all about medical affairs. He had no interest either.
Jae-min put on a gentle tone and raised his arm again. Then he gently touched the man’s pink, swollen nipples.
“Until then, leave it in my hands.”
The man nodded while biting his lips. Both his fists gripping the blanket and his noticeably large chest were trembling.
Jae-min leisurely began the massage.
He placed his palms, slick with oil, on the chest that rose roundly like a hill. When he applied pressure, it flattened like a water balloon while flesh bulged out beyond his fingers.
He pressed as if pushing it to spread sideways, then gathered it from both sides to the center to create a deep cleavage. As he pressed until the skin turned red, moans leaked from the man’s tightly clenched teeth.
During the massage, he couldn’t keep his head straight and didn’t know what to do with himself. His abdomen, clearly carved with muscles, intermittently bounced and sprang up as if a pulse was beating there. Taking in every single one of his sensitive reactions with his eyes, Jae-min raised the corners of his mouth.
‘Not living up to his size, coming all the way here begging for help with his milk-filled chest.’
Jae-min shifted his gaze slightly. Their figures were faintly reflected on the metal pole of the shelf where treatment instruments were stuck.
A flower-like man with white skin, large doe-like eyes, red lips, and a thin body had a large, dark bear trapped beneath his hands. A black bear-like man who, far from resisting, thrust out his chest and twisted his waist.
‘What a sight.’
There were exactly two facts that Jae-min was focusing on right now. That this robust man had suddenly developed a disease where milk came from his chest one day.
And that this bear-like patient had absolutely no idea that the clinic staff member squeezing his chest during treatment was a student attending the same university. Moreover, they weren’t strangers who’d never seen each other on campus—Lim Jae-min was exactly that staff member whom this man might hate more than an enemy.
‘Well, it’s my side that really thinks of him as an enemy, though.’
Jae-min leisurely wrapped his hands around the man’s large pectorals while recalling the past.
He’d come to dislike this man he’d had no reason to be involved with because of the worst breakup declaration his girlfriend had dropped like a bomb out of nowhere.
01.
“Aren’t bigger breasts better?”
Jae-min liked big breasts.
Soft and cozy. The cushiony feeling that made it seem like all the world’s worries would melt away when you buried your face in them. Perhaps because his entire family, including himself, had thin builds, Jae-min had preferred women with voluptuous curves over stick-thin ones since childhood.
“I only look at breasts.”
During the truth game on a middle school field trip, the atmosphere turned upside down at Jae-min’s matter-of-fact words. He had white, translucent skin and pretty features, earning him the nickname ‘Prince,’ so perhaps because it was a statement that didn’t match that image at all, the reaction was particularly intense.
“Lim Jae-min, pervert!”
Though he’d spoken honestly, the only responses that came back were disgust and criticism. Just moments ago, when another guy had said “I unconditionally like pretty girls,” the reaction hadn’t been this extreme.
Disheartened, Jae-min didn’t speak honestly after that.
“I only look at this.”
The next time he received the same question, he pointed to the area near his heart and said so, and everyone romantically misunderstood.
“You only look at the heart? Really?”
“That’s what’s most important. I like mature people.”
Everyone gushed over the ideal type revealed by Jae-min in his calm voice with his white noble-like appearance. Jae-min, who had decent social skills even if his personality wasn’t great, just smiled gently.
But regardless of what people thought, Jae-min’s criteria for choosing romantic partners continued to be ‘breast size,’ not inner qualities.
‘Mature? The breasts need to be mature.’
At his co-ed middle school, Jae-min was indisputably the most famous pretty boy in the entire school.
Flashy features, light brown hair that shone most beautifully under sunlight, long limbs and a model-thin body. Jae-min’s height, which had made him the smallest in class in elementary school, grew rapidly throughout middle school with terrifying growing pains, already surpassing the high 170cm range by third year of middle school.
In this situation, among the ordinary potato-like boys, Jae-min was a noticeable gem. Even when he played the same mischievous pranks on girls in his class, the reactions he got were completely different. While girls who got angry at the boys’ little pranks would either deal with them directly or tell the teacher to get them in trouble, they forgave Jae-min with shy smiles.
Also, there were always people around Jae-min. Many people of all ages and genders treated him well, and confessions from girls his age never ceased. When Jae-min dated a high school senior, the rumor spread throughout the school and there were girls who cried.
