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🕑 Added 2025-07-19 18:19:37 +0000 UTCChapter 94. The Battalion Commander’s Grilled Meat Is Delicious, But… (2)
‘Ah… I really want to see it, but what should I do? If I get caught, I’m seriously screwed…’
Caught in a fierce internal struggle over whether to sneak a look at the battalion commander’s enormous breasts—possibly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity—I scanned the room for another way. That’s when I noticed a mirror, slightly to the left of the bedroom door, clearly placed for checking outfits before heading out.
My mind raced for a way to use the mirror. Soon, my body quietly got up from the table, moving with care to avoid making any noise as I approached the mirror.
Ssshh… ssshh… ssshh… slide.
Just as my socked feet made only the faintest sounds on the floor, I heard the sound of clothes brushing skin from the master bedroom.
‘Already?’
Worried I’d miss the “topless” moment after all that effort, I moved more boldly and soon found myself right beside the mirror.
A tingling, erotic tension wrapped my whole body as the bedroom slowly came into view in the mirror’s reflection. First, I saw the end of the bed through the open door, then the battalion commander’s back, turned at an angle, appeared in the mirror.
She was topless, dropping her oil-stained T-shirt to the floor.
‘Wow… even from behind, it’s like that?’
Her pale back was crossed by a light apricot bra, with a deep groove formed by her spine. But what really caught my eye was something you’d never normally see from behind: the side of her breast.
Wearing a bra so large it made normal ones look tiny, her massive breast flesh was exposed from the side, showing off her voluptuous curves.
“Gulp…”
Just seeing a portion of her breast was enough to make me swallow unconsciously. As she moved toward the wardrobe to pick out new clothes, her enormous breasts jiggled with every step, and as she reached for hangers, the white flesh peeking through the bra made it hard to breathe.
‘This is insane.’
I was transfixed by the sight, and when she finally picked out a shirt and turned around, I panicked and ducked, afraid our eyes would meet.
For a moment, I worried she’d caught me spying via the mirror, but then realized I might be able to see her bra-clad chest from the front. The desire to see those breasts from the front quickly overwhelmed me, and I slowly straightened my knees, raising my eyes to the mirror’s edge.
If she put on her new T-shirt, I’d lose my chance, so in less than two seconds, my face was right at the edge of the mirror.
At the same time, the room came back into view, and I saw her white hand (the one that had just been holding tongs at the grill). ‘Nice!’
As her image appeared in the mirror, I pumped my fist in silent victory—she was just putting her head through the new T-shirt, her face hidden inside the shirt.
That meant I could freely feast my eyes on her in just her bra, with no risk of being caught.
Not wasting a second, I stood up straight and finally saw the battalion commander’s semi-nude body, clad only in a light apricot bra.
With no fancy decorations, just a plain bra barely containing her breasts, which looked about to spill out. Even though the cup size looked two or three times that of a normal bra, half of her white skin was exposed.
Each breast looked bigger than a watermelon, and the deep cleavage they created was truly “national treasure” level. My cock, now rock hard in my pants, twitched violently in excitement.
Twitch! Twitch!
The waistband of my pants was no match for my erection, which seemed to salute her breasts with genuine admiration. With her arms raised, even her white armpits were exposed, and precum began to soak my pants.
But my bliss didn’t last long…
Soon, her face popped out of the T-shirt’s neck hole, and as she pulled the shirt down, her armpits and those fantastic breasts were covered again.
As I watched the last glimpse of her breasts disappear into the shirt, I quickly ducked and quietly returned to my seat. The whole thing lasted less than three seconds.
Just as I sat back down, the battalion commander came out in a V-neck T-shirt.
“Oh, you’re back already?”
“Of course. It doesn’t take long to change a top.”
She shook out her shirt and sat down, her breasts rippling as she did. The V-neck shirt gaped slightly, revealing a hint of deep cleavage.
‘I really want to bury my face in there…’
How amazing would it be to nuzzle into that warm flesh? And she’s my mom’s friend?
How could I possibly resist… but if this goes wrong…
Sexual misconduct + violation of superior-subordinate boundaries = court-martial, maybe even criminal charges, and being disowned by my family.
Even with the greatest pair of breasts of my life right in front of me, I couldn’t touch them—leaving me with a desperate thirst, my hands and cock twitching with frustration.
I tried to quench my thirst with a shot of soju, but it only made my head hotter and my desire for her breasts more intense.
My cock throbbed so hard it hit the underside of the table, and my gaze lingered on her breasts.
My rational mind kept warning me not to stare too long, but my body was already following my instincts.
I chewed my pork absently, secretly rubbing my hard cock, when her phone rang under the table.
Ring ring!
“Hello? Oh, yeah, what’s up?... Oh, that? Hang on…”
She gestured for me to keep eating and turned to the cabinet behind her. She started opening and closing drawers, searching for something, and her posture was… very provocative.
Kneeling with her upper body bent toward the cabinet, her big ass stuck out toward me, the thin sweatpants stretched tight over her curves. Between her slightly spread legs, I could see her big breasts swaying.
My self-control, already at its limit, was pushed even further.
