The Wife Next Door

A week had passed since they moved into the new place.

It was a brand-new apartment in Guro District, eight hundred million won. Security was tight and the soundproofing excellent, but neither stood a chance of containing Min-ho and Mi-young's nights.

"Honey... nnh... it feels so good..."

"Mi-young... me too..."

Eleven at night, in the master bedroom. Mi-young was on top of him, throwing her hips in a wild, bouncing ride. Now that he was Level 6, Min-ho's vigor and stamina had fifty-four-year-old Mi-young screaming like a girl every single night.

"Ah... honey... harder... harder..."

"Like this?"

"Yeah... ah... hhk! Yes! You're hitting my womb!"

Min-ho seized her full hips and drove up into her. The force behind Strength 53 set the bed frame creaking, and through the open window their heated cries spilled out on the night air.

"Mi-young... you're the best..."

"You too... the best... aaah...!"

Her moans climbed, loud enough that the sound might well have been leaking through the wall. Lost in pleasure, neither of them could stop.

Next door. Unit 2502.

Jeong Su-a, thirty-two and married, lay twisting under the covers. Beside her, her husband slept like the dead, snoring.

So loud...

It wasn't his snoring. Through the veranda window, faint but unmistakable, came the sounds from the apartment next door.

"Nnh... honey... so good... you're so big..."

"Mi-young... you're the best..."

A woman's voice breaking apart, a man's rough breath underneath it. Heat rushed into Su-a's face.

The new neighbors... newlyweds, maybe? They've got stamina.

She stared blankly at the ceiling. She had been married for six years, and for the past year she and her husband had not slept together even once. He came home wrung out from work and collapsed the moment he hit the bed; on weekends he did nothing but sleep, claiming he was tired. Even when she put on provocative lingerie and tried to tempt him, he would turn his back and mutter that they should do it next time.

I'm a woman too...

The noise beyond the wall showed no sign of stopping. If anything, it grew more violent.

"Honey... I'm... almost...!"

"Me too... Mi-young... together...!"

"Yes... cum in me... fill me up... aaaah!"

A scream of climax, and then a brief stillness.

Su-a swallowed, throat dry, without realizing she had. Between her legs she was soaked. Carefully she slipped a hand under the blanket and rubbed the wet spot through her panties, imagining the man next door.

A low, heavy voice. What kind of man was he? How extraordinary did he have to be, to make a woman wail like that?

I want it too...

Beside her snoring husband, Su-a brought herself off in lonely quiet, picturing the man on the other side of the wall.

The next morning, Su-a put her five-year-old on the daycare bus and trudged back to the lobby. A night of broken sleep sat plain on her face.

She was waiting for the elevator when a man came up and stood beside her. Around a hundred and seventy centimeters, in a light training outfit, as if he had just come from a workout. The hard muscle showing through the clothes caught the eye, and the face visible past his sweat-damp bangs was strikingly handsome.

Who is that? Has there always been a man like him on this line?

The elevator arrived. They boarded together.

"Which floor?"

He asked in an attractive low voice. It might have been the one she had heard last night.

"Twenty-five."

"Oh? I'm on twenty-five too. We must be neighbors. I'm in 2501."

"Ah... I'm in 2502."

Color flooded her face all at once. 2501. The man at the center of last night's furious sex.

So it was him...

Min-ho stole a glance at her in turn. A hundred and sixty-five centimeters, a neat bob, a tight yoga outfit that traced a well-kept, springy figure.

On instinct, he activated Appraisal.

Well, now...

He was quietly impressed. A year without sex, and her frustration was a breath from detonation. On top of that, she had masturbated last night to the sound of him. Delicious prey.

They reached the twenty-fifth floor.

"After you."

"Thank you."

Su-a walked ahead. Over the yoga leggings, the line of her hips swayed in plain view, and Min-ho followed, taking his time with the sight.

In front of 2501, as he reached for the door lock, he made a show of fishing a key from his pocket and hitched at his waistband. The loose training pants slipped, and what was underneath came into view. No underwear. He was going commando. Still pumped from the workout, blood running thick, his enormous cock—heavy and swollen—entered her line of sight.

Ah—!

She froze halfway through opening her own door. What showed in the gap of his pants was a mass of flesh so huge and thick it was hard to believe it belonged to a person. Even soft, it hung to his thigh.

"Ah. Pardon me."

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That... is a person's?

And then the woman's shattered moans from the night before came back to her.

So that's why she loved it so much... if she was being pounded with something like that...

Her legs went weak. She fled into her own apartment as if she were running.

That night, the sounds came through the wall again.

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"Honey... nnh... so good..."

"Mi-young... me too..."

Su-a lay in bed and listened. Her husband snored beside her. She closed her eyes and imagined—the man from this morning, Min-ho, and that weapon of a thing she had seen through his pants.

If I put that inside me... what would it feel like?

Her hand slid under the blanket. Beside her husband, she touched herself while picturing the man next door.

"Nnh..."

Swallowing the little sounds, she moved her hand faster and faster.

A few days later, nine in the morning. Su-a sent her son off to daycare and her husband off to work, and the apartment ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was hers alone. She was cleaning when she stopped.

Next door...

For days she had heard them every night, and every night she had brought herself off imagining that man. She couldn't bear it anymore. Her frustration had blown past the limit.

I'm going to lose my mind...

She made up her mind. She changed into a thin knit and jeans, and she put on no underwear. In the mirror, her nipples showed through the knit.

This should... be enough...

She pressed the bell next door.

Ding-dong.

Min-ho was on the sofa, looking at his phone. Mi-young had gone out early to shop.

"Who is it?"

He opened the door, and there stood the woman from next door.

"Hello. I'm Jeong Su-a. I live next door."

"Ah. Hello."

He looked at her again. Her nipples stood out clearly through the knit. He didn't need Appraisal to know how wet she was.

"Um... I'm sorry, but could I come in for a moment?"

"Sorry?"

"I have a favor to ask..."

"What kind of favor?"

"It's hard to say out here... may I come in?"

Min-ho smiled and opened the door wider.

"Come in."

She stepped inside, and the two of them sat on the sofa.

"So, this favor...?"

She hesitated, then lifted her head as if she had decided.

"I'll... be honest with you."

"All right."

"Lately, every night... I can hear you. Through the wall."

He put on a show of surprise.

"Ah... I'm sorry. The soundproofing must not be doing its job..."

"No. It's all right. But... I was jealous."

"Jealous?"

"I... haven't done it with my husband in over a year."

She looked straight at him. The look in her eyes belonged to a starving female.

He acted startled. Inside, he was triumphant.

"Su-a... but..."

"I'll keep it a secret from my husband. And... I saw it. In the elevator. Yours..."

Her hand climbed his thigh.

"I'm curious. Truly. And... I want to."

She kissed him. He had no reason left to refuse.

"Shall we go to your place?"

"Yes... let's go to mine."

Unit 2502. The master bedroom of Su-a's home, the marital bed, a king-size waiting in the quiet.

"Here... do it here."

"On your husband's bed...?"

"Yeah. He won't hold me... so you hold me."

She pulled the knit off. With nothing underneath, her pretty C-cup breasts spilled free.

"You take yours off too."

He stripped. When he pushed the pants down, it sprang out—a monster pushing toward thirty centimeters.

"Oh my God..."

She forgot to breathe.

"It's really... huge... so much bigger than what I saw..."

"It's bigger now than it usually is."

"How big is it?"

"About thirty centimeters..."

"Thirty... will it fit? In me..."

"If we go slow."

She lay back on the bed, and he climbed over her.

"I'll go slow."

"Okay... slow..."

He set himself at her entrance and began to push in, very slowly.

"Nnghh..."

She clenched her teeth. A year without it, and she was tight—and his size was on the order of a weapon.

"Wait... just a second..."

Only the head was in, and she was already at her limit. He stopped and waited. One minute. Two.

"A little... I'm all right. More..."

He pressed in by degrees. A quarter. A third.

"That's as far... I can't take any more..."

Sweat beaded on her face. He began to move, very slowly.

"Ah... Min-ho... this... this is unreal..."

"Does it feel good?"

"Yeah... so good... compared to my husband's... there's no comparison... I'm so full..."

He kept moving, and a year of stored-up hunger began to break out of her.

"Min-ho... can we change positions?"

"To what?"

"From behind... please..."

She turned onto her front and lifted her hips high.

"Like this... please..."

He entered her again from behind.

"Nnh... this way... it feels deeper..."

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah... it's good... do it hard... on my husband's bed... hard..."

He caught her by the waist and started driving into her, a piston powered by Strength 53.

"Ah! Ah! Min-ho!"

Her cries rang through the bedroom.

"This... this is sex... what I couldn't feel... for a whole year..."

"Su-a... you're incredible..."

"Min-ho... I... already... something's wrong..."

"You can come. Don't hold it."

"Ah... ah... Min-ho... I'm... coming...!"

She shuddered through the climax. He did not stop.

"Finished after one? It's been a year."

"Min-ho... more...?"

"Yeah. You can come plenty of times."

He kept moving.

"Ah... again... something's wrong again..."

A second time, a third. Climax after climax rolled through her until her eyes rolled back.

"Min-ho... please... no more..."

"I'm going to come now too."

"Inside... do it inside... fill me... all the way...!"

He drove in deep one last time and let go.

Splurt— gush!

"Su-a...!"

"Min-ho...!"

Hot semen flooded her womb.

A long while later, the two of them lay side by side, catching their breath.

"Min-ho..."

She looked at him. Tears had gathered at the corners of her eyes.

"You're really... incredible... a whole year, all at once..."

"You felt incredible too."

"I... don't think I'll forget today for the rest of my life."

She pulled him into her arms.

"Min-ho... next time... we can, can't we?"

"And your husband...?"

"He won't know. If we only do it during the day... after he leaves for work, after I send our boy off..."

"Su-a..."

"I don't think I can live without you anymore. I mean it."

She kissed him.

"I'll call. Often."

"All right."

He dressed and left her apartment. Walking back to his own door, he turned it over.

The married woman next door... this is dangerous too...

But her desperate eyes kept coming back to him, and he couldn't forget the thrill of checking through Appraisal and watching her frustration score drop to ten.

Once a week or so... should be fine...

He went inside. Mi-young was back from the market.

"Honey, where did you go?"

"Ah, just a short walk..."

"Yeah? Let's have lunch."

"Okay."

He ate with Mi-young, and he thought.

I have to be careful. This stays a secret from Mi-young...

A new relationship. She was the sort who would understand even if he told her—but the jolt of a secret affair with a married woman was a pleasure all its own.

A new kind of woman had joined Min-ho's harem.