Chapter 1 — I Prefer Chubby Girls

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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Which type of woman do you prefer—slim or chubby?

Most people say they like slim girls, but I've always been drawn to the fuller ones.

My friends call me weird for it, but that's only because they've never actually been with a chubby woman.

If they'd ever once been held in the soft warmth of her embrace, they wouldn't be talking.

That day, I went over to my friend Cheonsuk's house with him. We were in the same major at the university, and we often hung out in his room, killing time between classes.

As we lounged around, I heard someone come in.

"Cheonsuk, I'm home."

"Uh… yeah, hi. I've got a friend here."

A moment later, Cheonsuk's older sister stepped into the room—and I nearly lost my breath.

She was exactly my type. A chubby girl.

She wasn't tall—just a bit over 160 cm—but her body was generously rounded in all the right places.

Her breasts were round and full, her hips wide and plush, and her legs beneath her skirt were thick and firm, like balloons filled to the perfect tension.

Her face was different from Cheonsuk's—soft and gently rounded, like a cute oval, with just enough flesh to make her look warm and inviting.

She'd graduated from university the year before and was working at an office downtown, but today was her day off.

"Oh… you brought a friend. Hi there."

"Y-yes… hello…"

I couldn't tear my eyes away. She gave me a light, amused smile and then left the room.

"Dude… your sister is so hot."

"What's wrong with your eyes? How can you think that chubby girl is hot?"

"No, man. I'm serious. I like her type. Your sister is really pretty."

Cheonsuk stared at me like I was insane and clicked his tongue in disbelief.

A little later, his sister came back with a tray of cut fruit. Cheonsuk rolled his eyes.

"Sister, you should be happy—Daniel here thinks you're gorgeous."

She looked at me, smiling warmly.

"Your friend has good taste in women… Daniel, right? Thank you. That's so sweet."

When she smiled, she looked even more beautiful to me. I shyly lowered my head as I took a slice of apple she offered.

"Sister, you always say your dream is to go to the movies with a guy. Why don't you go with Daniel? Arm in arm?"

Cheonsuk teased, grinning. "Like any guy would actually want to take you out?"

She smacked the back of his head playfully.

"You little brat… you've got no respect. When I go out, people stare, you know. They call me glamorous."

"Glamorous? Pfft—hahaha! I didn't hear that. Anyway… Daniel, wanna take my sister to the movies?"

I looked up. She was biting into an apple with bold confidence, watching me.

Ah… I wish I were that apple, melting in her mouth.

"Of course," I said. "I'd love to go with you."

The next day, I met her at the theater at our agreed time.

Even with the crowd, spotting her wasn't hard. Her figure was unforgettable.

She'd clearly dressed up for the occasion.

Her hair was freshly styled, fluttering in the breeze, and her makeup was heavier than yesterday—bold, sultry, sexy.

Yet her outfit was playful: a flowing mini skirt and a white T-shirt with a sunflower printed on the chest.

"Do I look too flashy? It's been a while since I've been on a date… hehe."

She linked her arm through mine with cheerful confidence and laughed.

Her soft, spongy breasts pressed against my elbow, sending a shiver straight to my heart.

Even though she was two years older, we'd talked so much the day before that all awkwardness had melted away.

"No… you look really beautiful."

"How do you always say the perfect thing? Hehe."

We walked into the theater laughing, like a real couple.

But then—what the hell? The movie, which didn't seem popular, was sold out.

"Now what? It's full… ugh."

She sighed, deflated. We checked other films, but none were worth paying for.

"… should we try to buy a scalped ticket?"

"Nah… forget it. My luck—trying to go to the movies and ending up with nothing… ugh."

I was disappointed too. I'd been looking forward to some intimacy with her in the dark theater.

Then I spotted a sign on the building next door.

"… instead of going home empty-handed, wanna go to a video room? I heard the sound and picture quality are amazing."

"A video room?… Hmm. Maybe."

She didn't want to go home yet either, so she agreed.

Re-energized, we marched toward the video room.

She picked a romantic movie she'd wanted to see for ages—but never could, because Cheonsuk only liked action films.

Inside the room, there was a two-person reclining chair, cushions, and a small table.

"Wow… the vibe's kinda nice. This is my first time at a video room. Not bad…"

She sat down and started adjusting the backrest, clearly enjoying herself. Probably hadn't had a date in a while.

Why don't more people appreciate beautiful, sexy chubby women like her?

I sat beside her, and the movie started.

The opening scene looked like a tear-jerking, boring melodrama. Whatever. I leaned back, sitting close beside her.

After about five minutes, she started shifting in her seat, clearly uncomfortable.

Not surprising—her full figure made the chair a tight fit for both of us.

I shifted slightly to the side and said, "Come a little closer. You're gonna fall off."

She froze, looking a bit embarrassed. "No, no… you stay comfortable. There's plenty of space."

Come on… my pride… I reached out, wrapped my arm around her waist, and gently pulled her toward me.

Reluctantly, she scooted closer.

"You're not uncomfortable, right?"

"No, I'm fine. Just watch the movie."

As I leaned sideways, her arm pressed against my chest.

The warmth of her arm, the soft rhythm of her breathing—it stirred something strange inside me.

I wanted to touch her.

I reached for her hand and held it.

Her hand was thick, warm, and soft in mine. She didn't pull away—just kept watching the movie.

Encouraged, I used my other hand to gently stroke her belly.

She grabbed my hand instantly—her belly was clearly a sensitive spot.

I leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "… I just… really want to touch you for a moment. Just a little… okay?"

As I finished, her grip on my arm loosened and slid down. She gave a light cough and turned back to the movie.

I traced my fingers over her belly, following the sunflower design on her shirt—its stem and leaves spreading across her soft, pillowy flesh.

Her skin was smooth, the fat yielding gently under my touch, rippling slightly with every movement.

I glanced over—her eyes were closed, savoring the sensation.

I shifted closer, pressing my body against hers, and moved my hand from her belly up under her fluttering skirt, to her thick thigh.

Then I kissed her neck, gently rubbing her thigh with my fingertips.

She bent her knees slightly, responding to my touch.

The hand that had been holding mine now tightened, gripping me harder.

I was now fully pressed against her, exploring the soft, generous curves of her body.

My hand glided over her plump thigh, moving higher. She opened her legs slightly, helping me.

Her pussy was mostly hidden under layers of thigh fat, making it hard to reach her panties.

So she shifted one leg further to the side.

I slowly ran my fingers over the fabric, trying to feel the pattern.

"Ah… aah… that tickles… aah… Daniel…"

She no longer cared about the movie. Her eyes stayed closed, every nerve focused on the movement of my fingers.

I sharpened my touch, tracing the lace edge of her panties, pressing along the line of her slit.

She trembled slightly, her legs quivering with sensation.

"… I want to suck your breasts…"

I whispered, watching her face—eyes closed, lips parting with soft moans.

She opened her eyes, looked at me, then found my lips and kissed me.

Just like the apple melting in her mouth yesterday, my tongue slipped into hers, swirling with her warm, wet tongue.

Her lips sucked at mine like they wanted to swallow my entire tongue, while her own tongue danced inside, cleaning every corner with her saliva.

The peppermint scent from her mouth now clung to mine.

As my hand drew closer to her most sensitive spot, she sucked harder on my tongue.

I endured the ache and slipped a finger through the gap in her panties, touching the soft, hairy flesh of her pussy.

She gasped, parting her lips slightly, and I pulled my tongue back.

Then I blew warm air over the sunflower on her shirt, right between the mounds of her chest.

She quickly pulled the shirt up to her neck, grabbed my head, and pulled me toward her breasts.

My face sank into the warm, pillowy softness—like being hugged by two giant balloons.

I felt warmth, comfort, and darkness all at once.

I licked one soft mound, slowly pulling my head back—until the nipple popped into my mouth.

She twisted her body, as if the chair was too small, and her full breasts jiggled with every movement.

Under her skirt, my hand pulled her panties down. I began rubbing the wet, sensitive folds of her pussy.

My fingertips grew slick with her juices. She was already soaked—her entire area glistening with moisture.

Meanwhile, she had grabbed my cock and was stroking it up and down.

"Ah… Daniel… I'm… I'm gonna… come…"

Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure from her younger brother's friend, she suddenly pushed herself up, turned, and leaned forward against the wall, her back to me.

Before me, her round, plump hips rose high, and below, her glistening pussy—white streaks already staining the inner lips—glistened with wetness.

I guided my cock to her entrance and rubbed it gently up and down.

At her silent urging, I thrust my hips forward.

My cock parted her thick, soft labia and slid inside.

She rocked her hips, welcoming me in.

I started slow, pistoning gently, getting her used to my size.

Inside, it was warmer than any pussy I'd ever been in.

I picked up the pace, and she twisted her body, matching my rhythm.

I pressed my body tightly against hers, moving faster, while rubbing her full, bouncing breasts with my free hand.

She writhed, not wanting to miss a single touch, a single thrust—her body moving in perfect harmony.

"… I'm… I'm gonna come… Ah… Aah!"

When I pulled out, she quickly opened her mouth, ready to take me in.

I didn't even aim—I just came.

My cum splattered across her face.

She smeared the bitter fluid on her fingers, put them in her mouth, and then pulled me into a tight, loving hug.

Her body was still warm.

The movie was nearly over.

I caught my breath and started pulling my clothes back on.

The sex had been so intense I was completely out of breath. And judging by her reaction, she'd been starved for it.

"You won't tell Cheonsuk, right?"

"Of course not. Our secret."

She hooked her pinky around mine and smiled.

She still hadn't put her panties back on. Her legs were slightly apart, one hand lazily stroking her thick thigh as she looked at me.

A little shy… but undeniably sexy.

"Daniel… um… are you busy?"

"No… why?"

"Wanna watch another movie?"

She clearly wasn't satisfied with just one round. And honestly, neither was I.

"Sure," I said, grinning to myself. This time, I'll make her suck me…

"What should we watch?"

I asked, even though we both knew we wouldn't be watching much.

Her answer made my legs go weak.

"How about Ben-Hur?"

What?! That movie was over four hours long…

That day, I rolled and tumbled in that video room with a passionate, sexy, beautiful chubby woman—until every bone and drop of sweat was spent.