HWANG, the next chapter
After long travels and many grueling battles, Hwang found MiNa.
"Hwang!" MiNa said, surprised to see the famous patriot of her homeland. "What are you doing here? (As if I couldn't guess)," she muttered under her breath.
"I seek the sword of salvation," Hwang said. "I had to abandon my quest three years ago to defend our nation from marauding Japanese dogs. I do not wish to give up the quest again, but I have another charge; to return you safely back to your home."
MiNa, he saw, reacted to his statement with characteristic anger. But he sensed a greater air of assurance about the girl. She had not been idle during her travels, but had probably trained harder than ever. As Hwang drew nearer, he finally got a good view of MiNa. Her mode of dress had also changed somewhat over the past three years. Instead of the gaudily colorful, almost frilly skirt and tied-top she'd once worn, she now sported a more pragmatic battle dress. The sole nod to her old fashion style was a bright yellow kerchief that framed her garment's neckline. The sight of that neckline, heaving with her angry breathing, made Hwang stop and blink.
"MiNa...you...you've grown..." Hwang said incredulously.
"Huh?" MiNa said. She'd expected a lecture, not a compliment.
Hwang flushed and looked away. He'd spoken out loud without realizing it, so stunned was he.
MiNa had cleavage -- another heave of her chest confirmed it. Mentally, he compared the relatively flat-chested girl of three years ago with the buxom MiNa before him now. And on the heels of that thought came another.
[Her father *wants* me to marry her.] This had often been a distracting thought during his training and service on the Coastal Defense Force. He'd had no interest in the girl or in anything other than protecting the helpless. But now he welcomed the idea.
[Those legs could be all mine.]
"You are truly a woman now," he continued exultantly. "I don't know how I didn't see it before."
"Well," MiNa said, smiling and blushing a bit, "I have shown my independence, haven't I?"
She smiled at me, Hwang thought. He felt he might faint. But no, he had to steel his resolve to take the course of action he now knew he must follow.
"Hwang?" MiNa said with pleasant concern. "Are you okay?"
"I..." Hwang said, looking at his feet. Suddenly he rushed forward and knelt on one knee before a shocked MiNa. He stared at her cleavage (now at eye level) for a long, salivating second before blushing hot and bowing his head.
"MiNa! Marry me!"
"Ehhhhhhh?" she shrieked like the screaming teenager she was. She drew back.
"I want you to be my wife!" Hwang exulted. "I want to have you to come back to after grueling battles in defense of our homeland. I long to fiercely entangle myself in you. You have blossomed into the very Heart and Soul Girl that many a Burning Patriot longs for!"
"Hwang!" MiNa said angrily. "I am an independent woman! I'm not marrying you or anyone!"
Hwang's eyes burned, but he maintained his composure and spoke with a steel tone. "MiNa! You must choose a suitor. Your father has decreed it. It is your destiny.
"Join me, and together we can raise half a dozen kids as husband and wife!" Hwang extended an inviting hand.
"You're crazy if you think that warmed-over Star Wars movie line is gonna convince me," MiNa said. "Me, barefoot, pregged up and suckling brat after brat, year after year? I don't think so--"
Hwang didn't hear the rest of her tirade, consumed as he was by a vivid, mouth-watering daydream of himself suckling one of those magnificent teats.
"Seung MiNa!" Hwang said, crying tears of desire for the girl. "I will make you 'Sung Kyung MiNa' or die trying! Have at you!"
(Author's note: Seung Mina was the most boobless, jiggle-free videogame gal in the world of fighting games in her debut in Soul Edge. She grew up some in SC. But in fact, she's still the most realistically proportioned of the cast. In fact, it actually looks like she might be rocking some 16th- century Wonderbra gear. Oh well, whatever works. )
After long travels and many grueling battles, Hwang found MiNa.
"Hwang!" MiNa said, surprised to see the famous patriot of her homeland. "What are you doing here? (As if I couldn't guess)," she muttered under her breath.
"I seek the sword of salvation," Hwang said. "I had to abandon my quest three years ago to defend our nation from marauding Japanese dogs. I do not wish to give up the quest again, but I have another charge; to return you safely back to your home."
MiNa, he saw, reacted to his statement with characteristic anger. But he sensed a greater air of assurance about the girl. She had not been idle during her travels, but had probably trained harder than ever. As Hwang drew nearer, he finally got a good view of MiNa. Her mode of dress had also changed somewhat over the past three years. Instead of the gaudily colorful, almost frilly skirt and tied-top she'd once worn, she now sported a more pragmatic battle dress. The sole nod to her old fashion style was a bright yellow kerchief that framed her garment's neckline. The sight of that neckline, heaving with her angry breathing, made Hwang stop and blink.
"MiNa...you...you've grown..." Hwang said incredulously.
"Huh?" MiNa said. She'd expected a lecture, not a compliment.
Hwang flushed and looked away. He'd spoken out loud without realizing it, so stunned was he.
MiNa had cleavage -- another heave of her chest confirmed it. Mentally, he compared the relatively flat-chested girl of three years ago with the buxom MiNa before him now. And on the heels of that thought came another.
[Her father *wants* me to marry her.] This had often been a distracting thought during his training and service on the Coastal Defense Force. He'd had no interest in the girl or in anything other than protecting the helpless. But now he welcomed the idea.
[Those legs could be all mine.]
"You are truly a woman now," he continued exultantly. "I don't know how I didn't see it before."
"Well," MiNa said, smiling and blushing a bit, "I have shown my independence, haven't I?"
She smiled at me, Hwang thought. He felt he might faint. But no, he had to steel his resolve to take the course of action he now knew he must follow.
"Hwang?" MiNa said with pleasant concern. "Are you okay?"
"I..." Hwang said, looking at his feet. Suddenly he rushed forward and knelt on one knee before a shocked MiNa. He stared at her cleavage (now at eye level) for a long, salivating second before blushing hot and bowing his head.
"MiNa! Marry me!"
"Ehhhhhhh?" she shrieked like the screaming teenager she was. She drew back.
"I want you to be my wife!" Hwang exulted. "I want to have you to come back to after grueling battles in defense of our homeland. I long to fiercely entangle myself in you. You have blossomed into the very Heart and Soul Girl that many a Burning Patriot longs for!"
"Hwang!" MiNa said angrily. "I am an independent woman! I'm not marrying you or anyone!"
Hwang's eyes burned, but he maintained his composure and spoke with a steel tone. "MiNa! You must choose a suitor. Your father has decreed it. It is your destiny.
"Join me, and together we can raise half a dozen kids as husband and wife!" Hwang extended an inviting hand.
"You're crazy if you think that warmed-over Star Wars movie line is gonna convince me," MiNa said. "Me, barefoot, pregged up and suckling brat after brat, year after year? I don't think so--"
Hwang didn't hear the rest of her tirade, consumed as he was by a vivid, mouth-watering daydream of himself suckling one of those magnificent teats.
"Seung MiNa!" Hwang said, crying tears of desire for the girl. "I will make you 'Sung Kyung MiNa' or die trying! Have at you!"
(Author's note: Seung Mina was the most boobless, jiggle-free videogame gal in the world of fighting games in her debut in Soul Edge. She grew up some in SC. But in fact, she's still the most realistically proportioned of the cast. In fact, it actually looks like she might be rocking some 16th- century Wonderbra gear. Oh well, whatever works. )