Her Anal Virginity at Jaehun's House
The bright morning sun streaming through the window pulled his eyes open early.
He had no lectures today, so he planned to clean the apartment.
Out of nowhere, the memory of his recent visit to Gyumin surfaced. That look Gyumin had given them when he first walked in—glancing back and forth between Minwoo and Juhyun, hesitating—still sat uncomfortably in the back of Minwoo's mind.
Did he catch on? Did he hear something from outside?
He'd finished the visit under a cloud of worry and unease, and even now some nameless anxiety lingered in his head.
"Ah, whatever. Que será, será."
He fixed himself a simple breakfast, then started cleaning from the floor up—sweeping, clearing under the bed, wiping down the desk, organizing the fridge. He was sorting dishes at the sink when something familiar caught his eye.
Ajumma's panties, sealed in a zip bag.
These were still here?
He carefully took them down and unzipped the bag. Heart thudding, he almost brought them to his nose—then simply tossed them into the washing machine instead.
He switched on the radio and turned the volume up. The DJ's flat banter ended, and the distinctive, emotional rhythm of city pop spilled into the room. The air itself seemed to brighten and freshen.
—Ding.
A text from Auntie.
He closed the phone and thought it over.
She knew I had a free day and called me over?
Come to think of it, Jaehun's schedule was packed solid today.
So just the two of us at the house?
He felt a hard surge of heat low in his body. Mind racing with every kind of fantasy, he headed for the shower.
—Ding-dong.
He pressed the doorbell at Jaehun's house. The front door opened, and Auntie stepped out. Under the entryway light, her wavy black hair caught the glow and seized his whole field of vision.
"Minwoo, you're here?"
"Wow—Auntie, why do you look this pretty today?"
"Oh my, thank you. Hehe."
A thin black slip cut off just above her knees, flowing down over her long, pale legs and making them look even more dazzling. When she turned and took a step to let him in, that cascading black hair stirred with a soft fragrance that shook his reason. He could only follow the line of her back with his eyes; he couldn't move a single step.
"Minwoo, come in."
"Ah… yes…"
He shook his head to clear it and headed into the living room. The sexiness she gave off was on a completely different level from women his own age. There was a distinctly seductive allure that only a mature woman carried.
"Want something to drink, Minwoo?"
"Ah… no, I'm fine. I already had something."
"Yeah? Then sit here."
She sat on the sofa, and the short hem of the slip rolled subtly upward, baring the smooth skin of her thighs. The moment she crossed her legs with casual indifference, those long, slender limbs caught the light and shone even brighter. He stared, dazed, unable to move. She always put him on edge like this.
She patted the cushion beside her.
"Minwoo, what are you doing? Come sit."
"Ah. Yes. Auntie."
The smile she gave him was so cute, so lovely, he could have believed she was in her early thirties instead of her early forties. He sat down right against her side. She shifted slightly, turning to face him.
"Minwoo, no matter how many times I look at you, you're just too handsome."
Above the deep plunge of her slip, the valley of her breasts quietly pulled his gaze. When she absently lifted an arm and swept her hair back, her chest swayed and rippled. Sitting in his close friend's living room, watching that friend's mother bare herself like this—it felt strangely charged.
"Auntie, what's the occasion for an outfit this sexy?"
"Occasion? I always dress like this."
"Come on, that's a lie. Even when Jaehun's home?"
"Of course. Obviously."
"Yeah, right. Bull."
"Hehehe."
She laughed so brightly she even clapped her hands. The thin little shoulder straps holding up the light slip began to slip sideways, bit by bit.
"Actually, Auntie wanted to give you a present today."
"A present? What is it? I'm looking forward to it."
"Well then…"
She bit her lip, brow faintly furrowed, as if wrestling with something. She looked at him shyly for a moment, then seemed to make up her mind and picked up the remote from the coffee table.
"I'll dim the lights a little."
Even though it was still broad daylight, the curtains must have been drawn—the living room lights slowly darkened until only a soft glow remained around the two of them. Not too bright, not too dark. Shadows settled over the furniture, and in that quiet dimness he felt a kind of coziness.
Auntie, pressed close beside him, leaned slowly toward his face.
"Can I kiss you first?"
He nodded.
Her lips touched his.
—Chup. Chup.
After three or four light, short kisses, they turned their heads and kissed harder. The softness of her mouth made the world seem to stop for a second. Soft tongues licked and shared each other's spit.
"Is this… the present?" he asked, breathing hard.
"No. You take the lead, Minwoo."
He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in close. She came without any resistance, and as she did the thin slip rode up on the sofa, leaving her bare ass completely exposed. His fingertips skimmed along her legs, swept over her hips, and moved toward the cleft between them. Slowly stroking her thighs, he worked his hand deeper—and froze the moment he brushed coarse pubic hair. She wasn't wearing panties.
He processed it in an instant and pushed his hand deeper still—when Auntie caught his wrist.
"Wait…"
She scooted a little away from him and lowered her head. He didn't understand. He decided to wait until she spoke.
After a moment she carefully opened her mouth.
"Minwoo… about the present…"
"Yes. Go ahead, Auntie."
"I… actually did an enema."
"…"
He couldn't make sense of the words. She'd said she had a present, and now suddenly an enema?
"You know… cleaning out the inside of your ass."
"Yes. I know. An enema."
In truth he didn't know the details. It wasn't a common word, and he had no idea how it was done.
"I thought about it a lot. You pulled the woman out of my heart that I'd forgotten and left behind, and I was so grateful."
He kept his mouth shut and only nodded.
"I wondered what I could give you. My virginity was already gone a long time ago, so what I came up with was…"
He was desperate for the rest. So what was she going to give him?
"I want to give you my anal virginity, at least. I've still never done it there."
"Anal virginity? What does that even… mean."
His brain short-circuited. Virginity, but anal virginity? He didn't know what she meant.
While the question still hung there, she spoke again.
"Anal sex. My first time."
"Ah."
Now he understood. The thing people said could push you to the absolute peak of excitement once you tried it—but that most women found too intimidating to actually do for the first time. Anal sex.
She was offering that to him. A first experience she wanted to give him. That was why she'd done an enema, cleaned herself out, and waited for him.
"Really?"
"I'm sorry. It's all I have to give."
All you have? That's something I've been dying to try!! he shouted inwardly.
"So, Minwoo… will you take my virginity?"
"Yes. I'd love to. I'll take Auntie's anal virginity."
She threw herself into his arms. Her racing heartbeat pressed flush against his body. Looking at her, he felt a lump in his throat at how much she must have been trembling just to say those words. And then, a second later, the full soft weight of her swaying breasts registered against him.
No panties. No bra. She had prepared so much to give him her anal virginity. Suddenly he felt himself swell and surge hard below.
Without either of them needing to start it, their mouths found each other again. Harder than before, sucking on each other's tongues, grinding lips together.
—Chup. Chup. Chuuup.
He swept a hand up her sleek thighs. Slipping under the slip that hung over her ass, he slowly pushed it higher. Soft, springy breasts filled his palm.
"Ahhng—"
Her moan melted into warm breath inside his mouth. Their deep, fierce kissing went on, and the living room grew hotter and hotter.
—Chuuup.
Auntie sucked on his lips as if she meant to drink them, then slowly climbed onto the coffee table and got on all fours.
"Want to look? I really washed thoroughly. There won't be any smell."
He understood at once. Her ass, lightly veiled by the thin slip, was high and rounded from careful upkeep. The smooth curve of her waist and her full hips emerged under the soft lighting, the silhouette swelling into sharp focus right in front of his eyes as if magnified.
He carefully pushed the slip up to her waist. When she shifted slightly, those full curves swayed gently. Below her anus, sticky wetness was already trailing in long threads from her pussy.
He brought his nose to her asshole and drew a breath. Just as she'd said, there was no particular smell. Right beneath, her pussy clenched and opened as if begging to be licked—but today was the day he would take her anal virginity, so he held back and focused only on her ass.
He gave the rim a light prod with his tongue. Instantly the hole clenched tight.
"Ah…"
A fleeting little sound.
"You okay, Auntie?"
"Mmm… it's my first time too, so I'm nervous… Keep going, Minwoo."
He pressed his tongue lightly into her hole again once it had settled. It clenched right away, then quickly eased back. He slid a finger into her pussy, coating it in her juices.
"Haaung…"
A single stroke of his finger made her whole body twitch. He spread the wetness slowly over her asshole, then gently pushed in.
Pressure. It felt like his finger was being bitten down on. He could feel the fine inner folds, and those folds sucked his finger in. This—this had to be why men who tasted an ass once could never quit it.
He pulled out, loaded his finger with more of her wetness, and slowly pushed back in.
"Haaa…"
A single cry, and her hips curled and writhed. He pushed deeper, then slowly withdrew, repeating the motion. The twitching in her waist grew larger. He remembered how it had felt not long ago when she'd licked his own ass—that electric, ticklish sensation. She was probably feeling the same thing now.
"Aauung… it feels so good…"
He pulled his finger free and immediately pushed his tongue in. Deeper folds met his tongue than before; he pushed it farther. There was nothing dirty about it—only a strange, absorbing pull.
—Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
"Haaaauk…. Haa… haa…"
Every time his tongue entered her, her moans sharpened, climbing toward cries. He slid the free finger into her pussy.
"Haaang… aheung…"
Her head tipped back as a fierce cry tore out of her.
"Mi… Minwoo. You feel so good… ah haung."
As if answering, he drove tongue and finger deeper into her ass and pussy.
"N… now… do it… please, do it. Put your cock in…"
Behind her rough, heaving breaths, her voice was almost a sob. But he had no intention of doing it here. The place he wanted was the master bedroom of this house—the place where she slept and woke, the place even her son Jaehun didn't casually enter. He wanted to take Auntie's anal virginity there.
He spoke quietly.
"Auntie. Let's go to the bedroom."