The Rural Village's Secret Festival (18)
This is why I ended up alone all this time…
A drained voice slipped out of him. Even Suho, in the prime of his vigorous youth, was left this utterly exhausted. How could the older men possibly endure it? Setting that aside, complicated feelings swirled inside him.
I did sleep with a woman, just like the festival intended… but is this really what it’s supposed to be?
If he had to say whether it felt good or not, the physical sensation had definitely been good, regardless of the emotions that came with it. But still… how could he put it? He couldn’t simply feel happy about it. What man actually wanted to be devoured so one-sidedly?
“Sex is supposed to be something you enjoy together… This isn’t it.”
He suspected the village men had avoided it for the same reason. Being a man yet getting unilaterally consumed by a woman left a bitter aftertaste. Instead of the refreshing release he’d felt with other women before, only self-loathing rushed in.
His mood… yeah. It was something else. Haha. The laugh wasn’t really a laugh at all.
When Cha Aeran wiped his body down with a wet tissue after they finished, Suho felt a flicker of misery. It was like she was cleaning up a used masturbation toy. And the comparison wasn’t entirely off the mark. If he had acted like a man and taken the lead, maybe it would have been different. All he had done was lie there helplessly and let her ride him. It was the perfect image of an autonomous sex toy with no will of its own.
Do you know what it feels like to have your spirit completely crushed? That was exactly why he hadn’t been able to move a muscle. It felt like any wrong touch would only make her stronger. He couldn’t bring himself to reach out or try to seize control.
Anyway, it was over now. The coercive, lewd behavior from Vice Principal Cha Aeran—the very adult he had respected back in his school days—had been shocking. And once it ended, the whole thing just felt absurd. Suho lay there blankly for a long time, inwardly repeating Wow… over and over.
After several minutes, he finally pulled himself together and sat up.
“Ow, damn…”
His lower body was numb. His pelvis throbbed from how relentlessly she had slammed down on him, and he couldn’t feel a thing in his cock anymore. Shaking his head, Suho gathered his pants, pulled them on, and rose from the mat.
“I wonder if Deokgu’s here by now?”
There had been a reason he asked the doorman whether Deokgu was already inside when he first entered. The country bumpkin had met his first love at the previous festival. He would almost certainly pair up with her again this time, so Suho wanted to find out exactly who she was.
“Sigh. Better check secretly.”
He had no idea why the guy was hiding her, but knowing would let him avoid her, right? He was worried that if he accidentally got tangled up with that first love, Deokgu might find out later and it would hurt their friendship. Even if Suho never said anything, human relationships never went exactly as planned. He knew how easily a small misunderstanding could ruin things between friends—especially when a woman was involved. He had seen it happen countless times during school.
If there were no women around, maybe it wouldn’t matter. But here, women were everywhere.
“No need to cross that line with the woman my best friend treasures.”
Because they were close friends without any formalities, protecting the boundaries that needed protecting was the right thing to do. This kind of consideration was what they called loyalty. Deokgu would probably do the same for him.
Creak.
Suho crossed the empty classroom and opened the door. The damp heat and thick scent of bodies lingering in the vacant room saw him off.
One thing he learned today was that not everyone was participating in the orgy in the gymnasium. Those who had no reservations and wanted to enjoy it with everyone used the gym, while those who preferred to be alone with their partner used the classrooms.
But then why the hell did I start in the gym from the very first day…?
The sudden question left him stunned. Why? Thinking back, he remembered Hyejeong noona dragging him there on the first day and saying something like, “If you want to properly understand the festival, this is the best place.”
…Ah. That’s right. He had learned properly. Exactly what kind of village this was. The problem was that he had learned too well.
With a hollow laugh, Suho closed the classroom door behind him with another creak.
He was currently in the far corner—Class 1-6. While searching for an empty room, Vice Principal Cha Aeran had caught him and dragged him all the way down the left side of the main building, making him peek through the windows of every classroom until they reached this corner.
Creak. Creak.
Every step made the old wooden hallway groan. Even though it was deep into the night, cat-like moans leaked from every direction.
- Aahng— Ahn! Haah… haaaah….
His own footsteps were swallowed by the women’s cries spilling from the classrooms, so they weren’t particularly loud. Still, being in the position of someone sneaking peeks made him self-conscious.
He moved forward on quiet feet, intending to find Deokgu first. Stopping in front of Class 1-5, Suho carefully peeked through the window.
Whoa.
An utterly shameless scene was unfolding inside. A woman was bent over a desk, standing on her feet. Shockingly, one of her legs was lifted high and folded, draped over the desk in an incredibly bold position straight out of a porno. A man pressed tightly against her from behind, thrusting his hips without pause.
He couldn’t see the man’s face from this angle, but he could tell it wasn’t Deokgu. Nothing about the height or build matched. Watching someone else have sex made it strangely hard to look away, but Suho steadied himself, pulled back from the window, and moved on quietly.
“Not here.”
He had peeked into every classroom, but Deokgu was nowhere to be found. He had even cracked open the gymnasium door for a quick look, yet no one who might have been his friend was inside.
“What the… Has he still not shown up?”
As he considered just heading home, his eyes fell on the staircase. The wide stairs at the front of the main building.
“Ah—the second floor!”
There were classrooms upstairs too. Maybe?
Suho climbed the stairs. When he arrived, he saw that the second floor appeared to be unused space; ropes blocked the stairs leading to the third floor on both sides.
Well, since no one normally uses this area, maintaining the entire abandoned school would be difficult if they tried to use every part of it.
Faint, overlapping moans drifted from deeper inside the hallway leading to the classrooms. Sure enough, people were up here too.
Suppressing his presence, he headed for the nearest room—Class 2-1. He tilted his head carefully beside the window and peeked inside. His mouth fell open. A silent gasp escaped him.
Inside was a familiar face. It was Aunt Misook, the neighbor who lived right next door to Suho’s house. For some reason she was completely naked and alone in the classroom. Even more shocking, she was sitting on the mat with her legs spread wide, masturbating.
- Ah… Mmm. Mmhmm….
Her head was slightly tilted back. Her eyes were gently closed, her lips parted languidly. Her legs formed a perfect M. One hand had traveled up to knead and squeeze her own breast, while the other moved busily between her thighs.
Her naked body under the soft lighting. The subtle motion of her wrist. Because the lights were dimmer than on the first floor, the occasional glimpses felt even more provocative.
This was the first time Suho had ever seen a woman masturbate in real life. The fact that it was the aunt next door—someone he had known since he was little—made his heart hammer wildly.
He couldn’t tell whether Aunt Misook had been left unsatisfied by her partner and was now relieving her own desires, or if she had come here alone from the start with the intention of masturbating. Whatever the reason, it was undeniably a sight no man could tear his eyes away from.
This is insane. For real.
Honestly, if he hadn’t just been completely wrung dry by Vice Principal Cha Aeran, he might have started stroking himself while watching—or even gone inside, unable to hold back.
Pushing down the urge to keep staring, Suho moved past as quietly as possible so he wouldn’t be noticed.
There was a clear difference between the first and second floors. While the first floor had bright incandescent lights filling every classroom, the second floor had only a single round bulb dangling from a wire that hung from the ceiling, casting a dim orange glow.
It could simply be that the light fixtures were broken in this old building. But it also felt intentional. After all, some women didn’t like having sex in bright places. They might feel self-conscious about exposing their naked bodies completely. Since most of the participants here were older women, maybe they didn’t want to show their bellies or other parts they were insecure about. Or perhaps, because everyone knew one another, doing it in a brightly lit space felt too embarrassing.
Like him.
People like that probably chose the second floor.
Next time, I should come up here too.
Suho, who still felt awkward about casually sleeping with neighbors he knew, thought it was a good thing he had come upstairs. With that thought, he continued forward.
He reached Class 2. It was empty—perhaps whoever had been using it had already left.
Next was Class 3. Wet, rhythmic slapping sounds leaked through the crack in the door. Someone’s in here, he thought, passing the front door and pressing himself against the window.
Gasp…!
As Suho carefully peered inside, he had to swallow a dry breath.
A voluptuous woman was on top of a man, vigorously bouncing up and down. That woman was… none other than Deokgu’s mother.