Next-Door Divorcée (2)
“How did you know I live next door?”
“Huh? What do you...”
“You were so wasted yesterday, and the first thing you said when you saw me was 'the guy next door.'”
“Oh... Actually, I'd seen you once before moving in.”
I remembered the ghost commotion that night.
“I'm terrible with directions, so I always scout out new places beforehand. That's why I came here once before the move.”
“At night, right? The day I got home late.”
“Probably. I was checking out the lake area to head back, and that's when I saw you walking over.”
Who comes to check their house location at that hour?
“You were pale-faced and gliding by silently, so I thought you weren't human.”
“Sorry about that. My skin's pretty bad, and I walk quietly, so I get that a lot.”
“No, no need to apologize.”
Apologies were just spilling out of me. She said she'd hidden in the emergency stairs out of fear when a stranger approached.
'So that's why she vanished right in front of the emergency exit.'
She'd seen me go into the next-door unit and realized I was the neighbor. It was a pretty anticlimactic story.
After that, we had nothing much left to say, so we just sipped our coffee in silence.
When Oh Seung-ah left, a message popped up in mid-air.
[Have Sex with Oh Seung-ah]
Count: 0/3
Time Limit: None
Rewards:
— 300,000 won cash
— Items: Pluscon x3, Minuscon x3
— 30 points
*Rewards distributed per completion
*+10 points for satisfying erogenous zones/sensitive spots
The rewards were the same as with Ah-young. I opened the [Heroine] menu to check her profile.
NAME/AGE: Oh Seung-ah / 32
Disposition: Submissive
Status: High Sexual Frustration
Affection: 20/100
Erogenous Zone: Car Sex
Sensitive Spot: Clitoris
Conquest Tips:
— Must overcome sex trauma
— Has fantasies about outdoor sex
— Beware of villain interference
From the suspicious word submissive to sexual frustration, car sex, sex trauma, outdoor sex, and even a villain... this was some next-level variety.
'My head's spinning. Fuck, why's it gotta be so diverse?'
I didn't know what submissive meant, so I looked it up.
[A term referring to a disposition of being dominated in BDSM. Often confused with masochist, but masochism focuses on abuse while submissive enjoys being dominated. Applies to both mental and physical domination.]
Complicated. Was it telling me to gaslight her? An older woman, no less?
The sex trauma was an issue too. Probably from trouble with her ex-husband. If so, the tip's villain was him.
I had zero interest in messy love triangles like this.
Most of the status keywords tied back to the divorce. She probably moved here because of it.
I couldn't just outright ask why they split... Was there a discreet way to find out?
As I pondered, a lightbulb flashed in my head.
'Right, the hidden camera!'
I remembered the spy cam I'd set up to blackmail Ah-young. Tucked in the ceiling corner where no one would see—not even the movers.
The app fired up without issues. Perfect.
'Jackpot!'
Now I had a weapon to surveil Oh Seung-ah. No hesitation about spying on a neighbor's house, of course. This was all the blackening's fault.
And so, my next-door divorcée observation diary began.
*****
In the end, I became her handyman.
Footage showed her fumbling with a hammer, smashing the wrong wall. I complained about the noise, ended up hanging four picture frames for her.
Caught her struggling to change a fluorescent bulb. She came over saying a package was misdelivered; I swapped her bathroom light too.
She stood baffled with DIY furniture parts. She asked to borrow tools; I assembled the whole thing.
Today, I pretended to pass by and replaced her door lock batteries. Oh Seung-ah couldn't even tell battery sizes apart.
Haah, this was driving me insane.
Calling 172cm tall neighbor uncle was flattering, but trying to live alone with that hopeless life skill... Brave or reckless? Honestly.
Affection: 40/100
Affection shot up 20 just from helping a few times. What an easy woman.
But hey, I'm just as easy. I used spy cams, trespassing, and blackmail to fuck Ah-young, but with this one, I'm playing saint?
Did I get assimilated into the pure-hearted type without realizing?
Of course, I was steadily gathering blackmail material via the cam.
True to her sexual frustration status, Oh Seung-ah masturbated at least once a day.
“Hngh, haah... Hnnght. Haaang... Just, just a little more...”
She shyly toyed with her national-treasure tits, fingers dancing. No toys like dildos.
She'd build up, then end with a frustrated look—enough to make me pity her.
How good would it feel to slide my dick in that cleavage and thrust? Those pretty lips sucking me off would send me to heaven. Her feet are gorgeous; I'd love to lick them endlessly. I wanna pound that pristine pussy raw.
What kind of bastard kicks out a woman like that? I'd love to see his face.
That wish came true sooner than expected.
A few days later—I got off the elevator, heard noise by the emergency stairs. A man and woman arguing up close.
The man was a stranger; the woman... Oh Seung-ah?
“Let go! I said no!”
“Seung-ah, please... I fucked up. I'm really sorry!”
Messy hair, bloodshot eyes, twitchy face—the guy was annoying. Sharp suit, but thug-level behavior. From the clinging, ex-husband for sure.
A wicked idea sparked.
The perfect chance to make Oh Seung-ah owe me big.
“Seung-ah. What's going on?”
“M-Min-ho...”
“Who the fuck are you?”
Uninvited guest pissed him off, apparently. Murderous glare.
“And who the hell are you?”
“Hey, asshole, I asked first!”
Asshole? Oh Seung-ah pressed right against me, hooking her arm in mine. The soft squish instantly cooled my rage.
“Min-ho's someone you don't need to know. Let's go inside, okay?”
“S-Seung-ah!”
“Listen up. I'm seriously dating this guy, so don't come back. Got it?”
Her bombshell declaration froze his approaching steps.
I glared at the ex, poking her side to play along. Even trembling, she'd thrown a desperate gambit.
Happy to join in.
“Looks like the ex-husband. We're strangers now, right? You heard Seung-ah—go home. And don't come back.”
His face twisted demonically.
“Hah... Seung-ah. You avoided me like this just to date some loser?”
Loser? Old me would've swallowed the anger, but not now.
The lid blew off, profanity flying. All thanks to the blackening.
“The fuck you calling a loser when you barely know me? Hey, you piece of shit. Divorced means fuck off and stay gone—why you clinging? Figures with your shitty temper she'd dump your ass. Obvious without asking. Pathetic punk.”
Low-blow provocation, but he bit hard.
“Y-You motherfucking...”
Fist flew right away.
Thud—my body reeled back. Hurt like hell. Nose stinging meant nosebleed.
Saw blood, got cockier. Thought he had the upper hand.
Wild punches everywhere, even kicks. Great move in front of CCTV.
“Kyaaah! Min-ho!”
He shoved intervening Oh Seung-ah, slapped her. Not rage-fueled—too practiced. Regular thing, huh.
“Fuck, fuck... FUUUCK! Seung-ah's mine, you shitty bastard!”
Like possessed by a tyrant, totally lost it.
I'd planned to take some hits, but no more.
Curled up to minimize damage, but joints screamed. Indiscriminate beating.
Backing away to dodge, took a chin shot straight on. Stars exploded.
Grk, that's rough...
Stumbled back—suddenly floor vanished.
Whoa? Misstepped the stairs, tumbled mid-floor down.
Fuck, from elevator to emergency stairs? Shoulder cracked loud. Ankle burned like fire.
Oh Seung-ah, hand over mouth, rushed over.
The ex snapped to, panicked, then bolted.
Hey, asshole, at least call 119!
Probably smacked my head hard on the way down. Why so dizzy?
“M-Min-ho! You okay? Kyaaah, blood... blood!”
Oh Seung-ah grabbed me, wailing.
Tried to say I was fine, but no voice.
Can't get too hurt mid-conquest... Gotta fuck Oh Seung-ah soon...
With those trivial thoughts, I blacked out.