It was your 3rd anniversary and you returned home early to celebrate it with your wife Ji-yeon. She stood at the door of your softly lit bedroom, the warm amber glow from the lamp dancing across her porcelain skin gently. At 28, after three years of our blissful marriage, she had slipped into your favorite white button-up shirt—the one from your honeymoon in Jeju—the shirt's buttons were loose as they couldn't hold her massive breasts.

The top buttons artfully undone to reveal the thin straps of her yellow bikini top, hugging her hourglass silhouette. Her silky brown waves tumbled to her mid-back, and she glanced down with that familiar shy pout, cheeks blooming pink.

She lifted her gaze, a tentative smile curving her full lips, her expressive eyes sparkling.

Ji-yeon: "Oppa, it was meant to be a fun surprise,"

she murmured softly, gesturing to her chest with a light laugh,

"but these blessings...my breasts made it... challenging. Do you think they are too big?"