Watching the Installation Through the Home Cam: Mijeong in a One-Piece Dress
It was the early hours of dawn.
Unlike Mijeong, who was still sound asleep, I had woken earlier than usual.
There were preparations I needed to make beyond simply getting ready for work.
All through the night, right up until the moment I drifted off, I had been fondling every part of Mijeong’s body. I grew so aroused that I seriously considered having sex with her more than once. Instead I only heated her body. Under normal circumstances I would have been exhausted, yet I felt no fatigue at all.
I finished my morning routine quickly and checked the positions of the Home Cams I had installed throughout the house. I had recently bought more of them. They now covered the master bedroom, the living room, and the kitchen. I moved the unit that had been in the master bedroom into the living room. The original model was fairly large because it allowed real-time streaming to a phone. In the master bedroom and kitchen I installed ultra-compact Home Cams. Those models only recorded when an SD card was inserted. I moved through the still-dark apartment, placing each camera and then verifying its field of view from every angle. By the time the last Home Cam was in place, Mijeong had woken up.
Even at a glance she looked tired.
“Come here.”
I called her over and explained the locations of the Home Cams. With a weary expression she gave a dull nod. Once I finished the explanation I led her into the master bedroom.
“Wear this when Junho comes.”
What I had chosen was a one-piece dress. Mijeong hesitated a moment, then pulled off her T-shirt. She removed her shorts as well and picked up the dress. Thin straps ran down her shoulders to hold the fabric. It was a light, slip-style black one-piece. Dense gathers just beneath the bust cinched her waist and made her breasts stand out even more. Below the gathers the line flared into a soft, fluttering skirt.
I stood in front of her after she had finished dressing. When I lowered my gaze only a little I could see the deep cleavage of her breasts inside the dress. Clear Kiss Marks stood out on the upper swell of her chest.
“Put the cardigan on when you take him to school, but take it off once you’re home.”
Mijeong bent to pick up the cardigan I had left on the bed. As she did the dress stretched open and her breasts were fully exposed.
All the preparations were complete.
Even after I arrived at the office my heightened excitement kept me from concentrating on work. I kept checking the clock.
“Section Chief Jin. Got plans today? Why do you keep looking at the time?”
“Time just isn’t moving today.”
“Well, it is Friday. That might be why.”
“Speaking of which, how about a cigarette?”
“Sure.”
I went up to the company rooftop with Deputy Head Kim and traded idle talk. His words barely registered. The mere knowledge that Junho would soon be at my house sent blood rushing straight to my cock. Back at my desk I tried to work, yet I could not focus enough to know whether I was actually doing anything right.
My phone rang.
“Hyung. Please tell Sister-in-law I’ll be there around eleven-thirty. The repair at the place I’m at is running long, so I’ll be a bit late.”
“Got it. I’ll let my wife know. I’ll have her fix you lunch, so eat before you leave.”
“But you’re not even home…”
“It’s fine. You’re family. We look after our own.”
“Understood.”
I dialed Mijeong.
“Junho’s going to be about thirty minutes late. Once the installation’s finished it’ll be lunchtime, so prepare something and send him off properly.”
“Yes.”
She answered, then fell silent for a long moment.
“What is it?”
“Am I really just wearing the one-piece?”
“Yeah. And no bra underneath.”
“…”
She did not reply again. After a short silence she finally spoke.
“If something dangerous…”
Her voice trailed off.
“If he has any sense he won’t go that far.”
“…”
“Still, just imagining that kind of situation gets me hard.”
“Okay.”
Mijeong hung up. She was clearly uneasy about facing a man who was still nearly a stranger while dressed so scantily and alone in the house. Yet her final answer showed she had already resigned herself to the situation.
When the clock hands reached eleven the office grew busy. Employees began preparing to leave for lunch. Deputy Head Kim came over to my desk.
“Section Chief Jin. No lunch plans? Let’s go together.”
“I’ll skip today. My stomach’s not right.”
“All right then.”
Deputy Head Kim wandered the office asking others if they wanted to join him. In the end he found no one and left alone. Once the last of the staff had filtered out I headed for the bathroom. I entered a stall, sat on the toilet, and opened the Home Cam app. I slipped the earphones I had brought into my ears.
Sunlit living-room footage filled the phone screen. Because the Home Cam sat on the TV console the angle looked upward from below. I manipulated the camera and the view slowly panned from the living room toward the kitchen. The dining table and the kitchen interior came into frame, though the table partially blocked the view. Mijeong seemed to be moving back and forth preparing a meal. Intermittent kitchen sounds reached me through the earphones.
Ding-dong.
Mijeong emerged from the kitchen into the living room. The hem of her one-piece fluttered with every step. Without a bra her breasts bounced heavily under the thin fabric. She checked the intercom screen. I adjusted the Home Cam to follow her. As the camera moved she glanced straight at it and a strange expression crossed her face. Then she went to the front door and opened it.
“Hello, Sister-in-law.”
“Hello.”
Their greetings came through clearly.
“Could you hold the door a second?”
“Ah… yes.”
Junho stepped inside carrying a large box that held the water purifier. Mijeong held the door and followed him. He set the box and his tool bag down in the living room.
“This is the unit. As you can see, it’s brand new.”
“Yes…”
Mijeong crouched and watched as he turned the box so she could inspect it.
“Some customers get suspicious about whether it’s really new, so this is just a confirmation step.”
“I see.”
She leaned forward a little to look at the box. Junho’s eyes dropped to her chest. The neckline of the dress had stretched open and her breasts were fully on display, yet Mijeong seemed completely unaware. He stared for a moment before forcing his gaze away. Taking a box cutter from his tool bag he opened the carton with practiced ease, lifted out the unit, and picked up the tool bag again.
“You’ll want it installed in the spot Hyung mentioned, right?”
“Yes.”
Junho hefted the purifier with both hands and slung the tool bag over one shoulder. He headed for the space he had already surveyed the day before and disappeared from the frame. I carefully panned the Home Cam until the kitchen came back into view. Unfortunately the dining table still blocked most of the angle.
Junho set the purifier on the counter beside the sink exactly where we had agreed. “I’ll open the lower cabinet. Need to run the hose.” He opened the door, took a drill from his kit, and began boring into the artificial marble countertop.
Whirrr.
The high-pitched whine of the drill came clearly through the Home Cam. Mijeong stood a step behind him, watching. The noise finally stopped. After wiping the dust from the counter he pulled out the hose.
“You don’t have to stay. Once it’s finished I’ll walk you through everything.”
“Yes…”
At his words Mijeong left the kitchen and walked toward the living room. Her figure grew larger on the screen. I followed her with the camera. She sat on the sofa. The skirt of the one-piece fluttered as she sat, riding up above her knees.
Some time later Junho called her.
“Installation’s done.”
“Yes…”
Mijeong rose and returned to the kitchen. As she approached he pointed out various parts of the purifier and explained how to use it. When he finished he began packing the empty box while still wearing the tool bag on his shoulder. Mijeong simply stood and watched him.
I closed the Home Cam app and immediately dialed Junho. His voice answered at once.
“Yes, Hyung. I just finished the install and gave her the explanation.”
“Good work.”
“Then enjoy it. I’ll head out.”
“I already told Mijeong. Have lunch before you go.”
“No, really, it’s fine.”
“Come on. You’ll just end up buying something outside anyway. You live alone—save the money and grab a free home-cooked meal.”
“Last time she also—”
“Hey. When your hyung says he’ll take care of you, the answer is just ‘yes.’”
“Yes…”
“Is Mijeong right there? Put her on for a second.”
Over the line I heard him call her name. A moment later Mijeong’s voice came through. I firmly instructed her to prepare lunch for Junho.