Chapter 18: The Sister Measuring The Size Marvels At The Big Catch

Chapter 18: The Sister Measuring The Size Marvels At The Big Catch

I had never exposed my skin to others in my life before.

Certainly, during medical check-ups and even at places like swimming pools, I had exposed myself, wearing only underwear.

But even then, there was some forewarning or time to mentally prepare myself.

Suddenly, being exposed in just my underwear, without any plan, would make even the most adaptable person nervous.

Especially when the one seeing my body was an older sister.

Then lets start. Please extend your arms first.

Ex-extend them?

Yes, extend them. We need to measure everything from arm length to chest and hips. We cant get accurate measurements if you dont.

Yes, I wasnt naked. This was similar to being measured in a clothing store.

Agreeing, I timidly raised my arms, and soon Tacchia straightened my arm and unfurled the tape measure.

Checked.

Tacchia glanced at the measurements and continued with the other parts.

Every time Tacchias rough artisan hands touched me, I flinched, but she continued her task, seemingly indifferent to my reactions.

Checked. This part too, checked

Um, Ms. Tacchia.

As her bold actions moved from my arms to my chest, and then seemed to be heading lower, my heart raced, and a strained voice began to escape my lips.

Is is this okay?

What do you mean, is it okay?

No, I mean

Dont worry about it. Its not bothering me. Dont talk unless its urgent; it interferes with the measurement.

Tacchia remained focused only on measuring and not paying attention to me.

She was so focused on my body, she seemed oblivious to where my gaze was directed.

Her chest, which became more prominent as she bent down, started to catch my attention.



Yes, her chest.

Her ample chest, not fully covered by her apron and shirt, was clearly visible to me.

So clearly, it might be the closest Ive ever seen in my life

-Gulp.

Damn, what am I doing right now?

Sneaking peeks at the chest of someone focused on their work. Isnt this just perverted?

Im going to measure your back now.

What? My back Oh!

As I wrestled with unnecessary guilt, Tacchia closed the distance between us.

As soon as the distance shrank to zero and she came into close contact, my gaze instinctively shifted from her to the ceiling.

Wait, Ms. Tacchia. This, this position!

Stay still.

Ignoring my reaction, Tacchia embraced me from the front and stretched out the tape measure.

Her attention was fixed on the numbers on the tape measure over my shoulder, oblivious to everything else.

-Thud.

Even though her chest pressed against my body.

Despite the sensation of her body against mine, which she must have felt too.

Ah, oh, oh my!

Unable to articulate the sensation, I just stared at the ceiling, biting my lip, barely breathing.

The distinctive smell of iron filings and ash from the blacksmith, mixed with the sweat from my body warmed by her closeness, made me dizzy.

Yet, focusing on that did little to quell the excitement surging within me at that moment.

Realizing this was all because of her presence, I feared that if I let my guard down even slightly, Id be completely overwhelmed by the sensation.

This was dangerous.

This situation was even more perilous than being on the brink of death in a dungeon.

The upper body is enough Now, Ill measure your lower part, so you can lower your arms.

Despite everything, Tacchia eventually pulled away from embracing my upper half.

Just when I thought the sensation was over and I could relax, my breath hitched again as I saw her lowering her stance and reaching out once more.

Uh, Ms. Tacchia? Just wait a moment

Stay still. I need to measure your lower part, too.Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only

Damn it, she hadnt even finished with the upper body yet?

I thought I needed time to calm down and tried to intervene, but she had already resumed measuring my lower half, embracing me in that state.

She maintained the posture of pressing her chest against my body, just like before

No, it was more intense than before.

Not only did her hands precisely touch between my legs, but she also shook her body up and down while measuring.

Ah, uh, ah!

Stay still. If you keep twitching like that, its hard to measure accurately.



Could it be that Oh Deok-hun, that bastard, did such things with his girlfriend?

Just thinking about it made me angry.

Ah! Die, Oh Deok-hun!!

All the weapons I had brought swung at full force against the scarecrow.

The heavy iron weapons struck the scarecrow with a resounding clang, yet even the satisfying sound seemed insufficient, so I vented my frustration as I wielded them.

Neither swords nor bludgeons felt satisfying.

A pike It would be the perfect tool to jab into that pig bastards gut.

Seems like the spear suits your hand well

As I thrust the spear into the scarecrow fervently, Tacchia suddenly appeared and spoke to me.

With a cigarette dangling from her lips and her arms crossed, her characteristic nonchalance was unmistakable.

And there I was, throwing a tantrum in front of such a person.

Is it already finished?

Ive done the basics, so the finishing process will complete itself if you leave it be.

Tacchia, unfazed by my nervous reaction, uncrossed her arms and walked over to me.

Her eyes, clouded and framed by furrowed brows, locked onto mine.

Anyway, I have something I want to ask.

Assuming her stance, she quickly posed a question.

Your name is Woo Hyo-sung, correct?

Yes. You can call me Hyo-sung.

Tacchia fell silent after my response.

She then removed the cigarette from her mouth, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and murmured softly.

Those from other worlds always bring variables, but this is a first.

Yes?

Wait here a moment.

Tacchia turned and went back inside the building.

I waited as she had instructed, and soon, she emerged with something in her hand, which she tossed to me.

Try swinging this.

The item she handed me was a spear.

However, it was unlike anything I had ever held.

Firstly, its sheen was not the usual grey of metal but a faint greenish hue, and although metallic, it was surprisingly light.

It felt more like wood than iron No, like swinging a hollow pipe?

Alright, Ill try swinging it.

Assuming she had her reasons for the request, I swung the spear at the scarecrow in front of her.

-Whoosh, whoosh!

From the sound of it, I could tell it was different from anything I had swung before.

The tip of the spear struck precisely where I aimed without the drag of weight.

Yes, its a good weapon.

Even I, with little expertise in combat, could easily recognize that.

Your thoughts?

Its incredibly light. Yet, its sharp enough that I dont need to put much weight into my strikes.

Its made of mithril; it should be that good. Its durable enough that unless its completely destroyed, it doesnt need frequent maintenance.

Ah, yes. Made of mithril What?

Wait, what did Tacchia just say?

Mithril?

Was this spear in my hand made of the highly sought-after material Id dreamt of?

But the important thing is not that its made of mithril.

As I stood astonished, Tacchia effortlessly snatched the spear from my hand.

Wondering what could be more important than the material being mithril, I watched her intently as she set the spear upright in front of me and then removed my hand from it.

Naturally, if the balance wasnt right, the spear shaft would tilt.

-Thunk.

The spears tip tilted towards me as she set it upright again and repeated the action.

-Thunk.

Again, the spears tip pointed towards me.

If it wasnt intentional, it must have been a coincidence, but she chuckled as if certain of something.

Heh, well, I didnt expect much when he said he was sending someone, but a remarkable talent has turned up unexpectedly.

The wispy smoke spread from her mouth.

It dispersed with her chuckling sound, and soon, her eyes, filled with a peculiar interest, focused on me.

Having the ability to bond with a weapon just by holding it Well, you see something new every day, dont you?

An emotion, perhaps curiosity or anticipation, was aimed directly at me.