I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

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.

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.

Measuring the size, but where exactly?

-Thump, thump.

The more aware I became, the faster my pulse raced. I could feel my blood flowing more rapidly.

The excessive stimulation caused blood to pool excessively in one part of my body.

If I didnt take measures, regardless of whether I held onto my sanity or not, something far more embarrassing than mere nudity would occur.

Lets see, the size is about this much No, maybe this much?

Ugh.

I bit my lip to divert the blood flow upwards, looked upwards, and internally sang the national anthem to calm myself down.

East sea waters and Mount Baekdu~ If they tie me up and imprison me, along the ship path two hundred miles~ Butterfly night island~ home of birds No, thats not right. How does the national anthem go?

Anyway, hang in there, Woo Hyo-sung.

If I were controlled by sexual desire, I risked being kicked out of the room. Hadnt I experienced this numerous times in my life?

Even in the military barracks, where I had to stay locked up for at least two years, if people made a fuss, theyd be kicked out without question

Thinking about that made me feel small.

Indeed, there was nothing like the military to quell sexual desire.

Okay. That should be enough.

Just when I felt thankful for the first time in my life for being born in a country with mandatory conscription.

After finishing the measurement, Tacchia collected the tape measure and stood up from her position.

Is it over?

Yes, you can get dressed now.

Phew!

The moment she gave me permission.

I couldnt just pick up my clothes and put them on; I had to squat down where I was.

Somehow, thinking about the strictness of the barracks helped me calm my excitement, but the sensation of her ample form through my underwear still lingered, tempting me.

Damn, I tried to hold back, but it seemed a bit obvious She couldnt have noticed, could she?

Roughly this size or maybe this?

Feeling anxious, I glanced over to see Tacchia spreading her palms in the air, frowning as she murmured, estimating something.

Her action resembled the common method of estimating the size of an object. She was likely reviewing a measurement that had been ambiguous.

What are you doing?

Im estimating the size for a protective cup.

Ah, yes. For the what?

At that answer, I was momentarily stunned, struggling to comprehend.

Then she kept her hands spread and subtly aimed them towards my lower half.

As if she were estimating beyond my still-worn underwear.

Well, its not measured with a tape measure, so its not precise But for the scrotum, its better to have some room rather than it being too tight, so this should be fine.

Ah, yes. Since it wasnt measured with a tape measure

Estimating the size without a tape measure? When exactly did she gauge it?

The only chance she had to examine my body was when she pressed against me What a world!

Why like that? Dont you need protective gear? If youre not careful, it could get damaged during a fight.

No, no, its necessary Yes.

The moment I belatedly realized the shocking fact, my heart sank.

I noticed my hands had unconsciously covered between my legs, but she was already losing interest in me, preparing to put a cigarette in her mouth.

If theres no problem, Ill start working now. Pick a suitable weapon from the ones in the storehouse and test it on the scarecrow in the backyard. Once the armor is done, Ill craft a weapon that suits your hand and budget.

Ah, yes, I understand, but

Is there something else bothering you?

As my voice trailed off, Tacchia paused to light the cigarette in her mouth.

Then, turning to look at me, waiting for an answer, I slowly lifted the hand that had been covering between my legs and asked her with difficulty.

Wh-where is the bathroom?

Thinking that it was best to relieve myself before doing anything else.

Tap, tap, hiss.

Then came the moment of wisdom.

.Damn.

After composing myself and following Tacchias instructions, I selected weapons that fit my hand and went out to the backyard, sighing deeply as I recalled the recent incident.

So, what now? Did she intentionally rub against me?

Even without hesitation in that regard, there was still the issue of being a man and a woman.

Did she have no awareness of how she came across to a man?

Even so, this was taken too lightly.

Yes, whether it was accidental, intentional, or thoughtless, the fact that her massive body touched my private part couldnt be denied.

The vivid sensation was so stimulating that even now, after stepping back and regaining my composure, I feel excitement could surge if I let my guard down.

I realized that a womans breast was surprisingly soft, and if it was large, it had weight. And although it was through clothing, the realization that touching it with my hand was oddly stimulating

No, this was just a trial version, after all.

If people were in a romantic relationship, they wouldnt just stop at contact; theyd touch directly or do more.

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.