The Divorced Woman Next Door (1)

It was a rare Saturday with no shoots scheduled, so I was planning to sleep in. But the noise outside ruined that. What the hell? I stepped out to check, and there were moving company workers hustling around.

'Huh? Next door.'

I called Woo-jin immediately.

'Hey, hyung.'

"You renting out next door?"

'Yeah, I am. Figured if I left it empty, you'd wanna move in since it's right next to you.'

He said the creepy shit like it was nothing.

'Why, though?'

"Movers are pulling in right now."

'Guess they signed a lease. I don't even know who's moving in.'

"Didn't you stamp the contract?"

'Why would I do that crap? I've got people under me for it.'

Typical spoiled chaebol asshole.

I pretended to pass by and snuck a peek, but no sign of the new owner. The reason I was so on edge was that ghost I'd spotted in the hallway a while back. The old me would've shrugged it off as seeing things, but not anymore. With status windows and all sorts of unreal shit in my life now, a ghost was no big deal. What if the real deal was moving in?

'But how do you live next to a ghost? Should I move?'

First things first: confirm if it's human or spook. I decided to hope for a lucky encounter like with Ah-young, bumping into her at the door.

Lately, peeking into Yujin's depths at night had become routine. It started after we fucked at the beach villa and I sent her a long KakaoTalk impression of the pics she shared.

—Your perky tits gripped so hard my fingerprints sink in, nipples shyly hardening. Sucking the areola deep into my mouth—how fucking tempting would that be? These tits in the pic are begging me to do it. I wanna suck ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠'em for real~

She'd told me to write detailed impressions, so I mixed in some porn phrases I'd picked up online. She called it too nasty and sent proof of her pussy getting wet. From the next day, she bombarded me with more nudes, demanding quick reviews. I ran out of material fast, so now I'm scavenging decent descriptions from adult romance novels and cobbling them together. And she loves it.

—Let's just phone fuck instead. I wanna watch you masturbate.

—No way! Keep writing dirty stories till I get bored.

Was she escalating from showing off to getting off on words now? Whatever. Writing these erotic tales was killing me when all I wanted was to fuck Yujin for real! I figured once I got her number, it'd be easy to smash whenever the switch flipped. But Red Blossom's Japan tour killed her free time. So here I was, venting lust via text. It scratched the itch, but nothing beat sucking and fucking in person. How long till the tour ends?

After finishing today's nude review, I sat at my PC when a loud thud echoed from outside.

'What was that?'

Thinking something fell, I went out. Someone was collapsed by my door. A woman.

"H-Hey!"

I propped her up, and booze stench hit me hard. She was blackout drunk and couldn't find her place. Sharp features, slim jaw—stunning beauty that grabbed you instantly. Even disheveled, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she oozed sticky decadence. But those tits... massively perfect, almost reverent.

Age-wise, around my age or a bit older? Single, she'd torment hordes of guys in the dating market. Married, she'd be a karmic jackpot from saving a nation in a past life.

She groaned softly and cracked her eyes. Blurry gaze scanned around, locking on me.

"Hehe~ It's the guy next door."

Guy next door? So this was the new neighbor from the other day?

"Hic, hellooo~"

Her voice dripped playful seduction. Grinning face, glazed eyes, random gestures—the picture of someone way past their limit.

She grabbed my shoulder, staggering up.

"But whyyy... are you coming out of our place...?"

It's my place, you drunk! "Whaaatever... owner's gone anyway. Come in. One more drink."

She stumbled inside. That's my home, damn it!

Another thud lured me in. She was sprawled in the entryway, same pose. I was losing it. I yanked off her shoes and dumped her on the bed. Hair messy, makeup smudged—still gorgeous.

'But why's her face so pale? Not a ghost, right...'

Wait... ghost?

I covered her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠eyes and nose with my hand. That hallway ghost from before? I'd only seen its mouth.

'Shit, it's her.'

The ghost I'd dreaded had walked right in. Well, not a ghost anymore.

Her hair tickled her face, making her wince. I leaned close to brush it away when she mumbled something incoherent.

"Why... do I have to... leave..."

I woke to screaming joints. Must've dozed off beside her. Clock said two hours earlier ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠than usual. Bed empty—she'd woken first and left. The blanket was neatly folded.

A note on the bed:

Neat handwriting. She even wrote her name to prove she wasn't shady. Folding the blanket too—diligent type.

'Not like Ah-young treating me like trash. That's something.'

Too early to crash again, so I sat at the PC scavenging dirty lines for Yujin.

That evening, the doorbell rang.

"Who is it?"

"Um... your neighbor?"

I opened the door. There she stood in a neat dress—no trace of last night's mess. Those massive tits remained gloriously intact.

"H-Here..."

She offered a fruit basket. Fruit's pricey these days.

"You didn't have to... but thanks, I'll enjoy it."

"I'm really sorry about last night. The booze hit suddenly, and I couldn't even work the door lock..."

"You seemed wasted. Feeling okay now?"

"Yes, thanks to you. Lending me your bed... I'm so sorry."

Her guilt was overkill—kinda awkward.

"Any slip-ups? You remember nothing?"

"Nothing major... but you don't recall what you said to me?"

"No... sorry."

"You invited me for drinks."

"I did?"

"Yeah. But no booze—instead, tea?"

She didn't flat-out refuse, but hesitated. Just tea vs. a guy's place—weighing it out. Mission accomplished, I could've sent her off, but I wanted to chat. Blame the blackening.

"Then... excuse me."

Drunk and house-confused, I'd still given her my bed without complaint. Guess she was reciprocating my hospitality.

"Coffee okay?"

"Yes, thank you."

Only coffee anyway—I don't do tea. Posing as a social guy to invite her in was fine, but now? Zero topics. Fake extroverts are just introverts in disguise. And in this awkward vibe, the status window chimed in.

Hey, status window. Her name's Oh Seung-ah today!

No NO option again. Used to it by now, I hit YES. So I didn't wanna talk—I wanted to fuck her.

[Why live alone? Divorced like me?]

Her chat window popped up right after accepting. Divorcee confirmed.

"I'm still single."

Slip-up. I accidentally showed I read her mind.

"S-Sorry. I'm oblivious..."

She apologized. Didn't even question how I knew? My turn.

"You single too, Seung-ah?"

"Huh? Y-Yeah... I mean..."

"No need if it's personal. Not my place."

"No. I was married. But recently... divorced."

"You don't have to share that..."

"How else to explain crashing drunk in a stranger's bed?"

Fair point. I dropped the divorce talk. No need to pry—profiles and flashbacks had all the conquest intel. Even GM comments on the cryptic stuff.

"Um... your name...?"

Shit, forgot to introduce myself like a normie.

"Sorry. Lee Min-ho. Office worker, 27."

"Oh Seung-ah. 32."

Thought she was my age or a couple years older—turns out significantly noona. Youth borrowed from her twenties nourished a blooming maturity, blended perfectly with ripe flesh. A premium product. Fresh twenties like Ah-young and Yujin were tasty, but this made my mouth water too. Status window's consideration for variety? Anyway, she was conquest bait for sure.