Park Hyeon-ju
"Come on out already."
"Yes."
My aunt's voice drifted in from beyond the door, thick and sticky with coquettish invitation. I found myself thinking that even she was capable of a voice like that, and her face rose unbidden in my mind.
Come to think of it, she never did fit that countryside town.
Her eyes were large and pretty, if a little sharp. Her skin was pale. Aside from standing only about five-two, there wasn't a single thing to fault. So of course my uncle, the moment he landed a job, couldn't even wait for her to finish high school that summer before he got her pregnant.
It was a tiny village in Goesan, and yet high school boys from the neighboring cities used to come looking for Aunt Eun-hee and my aunt, only to get chased off by the adults.
That day my grandmother and my aunt's mother had a screaming match. I don't remember it well, but it was something like, "Does this make any sense?"
Born in '73, she gave birth to Jeong-cheol in '92. They had no choice but to scramble into a marriage. College was out of the question with both families opposed, so she followed my uncle up to Seoul in '92, and when Grandmother died in '94, they got stuck with me.
I opened the door and stepped out. The same comedy show from earlier was still playing on the TV. Six cans of beer sat on the table in front of the sofa, along with some snacks. She was leaning back against the cushions and pointed to the seat beside her.
"Sit here, Ian."
"Yes…"
Her outfit. Just as expected — a tight white T-shirt with no bra underneath, her nipples faintly visible through the fabric. Below that, snug yoga pants. If the mission window was right, she wasn't wearing panties today either.
Daily yoga and swimming had kept her figure in decent shape. Born in '73, she still hadn't turned thirty. Her looks, which I'd always registered as an adult's, were now recalibrating in my eyes into those of a woman.
Soon she'll be skewered on me, moaning…
"Ian. Call me Noona again, like you used to."
"Huh? Before…"
The day Grandmother's funeral ended, I'd approached her on the train while she held Nahi in her arms and tried to talk to her — and gotten thoroughly chewed out for it.
Hyeon-ju Noona. So I'm living with you now?
You? Calling your aunt "Noona"? Are you out of your mind? Am I your friend? Who do you think you are, talking to me like that!!!
After that day, the friendly girl-next-door Noona vanished. In her place was a terrifying aunt. On good days she would occasionally show a glimpse of her old self, but those days were few.
"No. You're leaving soon anyway. Call me Noona."
"Okay, Hyeon-ju Noona."
The moment I called her Noona, she beamed. The expression was somehow repulsive, but I smiled back and dropped heavily onto the cushion beside her — tip of my cock angled toward her.
Her eyes flicked sideways, stealing glances.
Click. Click.
Hyeon-ju Noona cracked open two beers and handed one to me. Then she raised her own can and tapped it against mine.
"Come on. Let's have a drink."
"Sure."
Gulp.
It was cold and refreshing.
"Ian, you've been holding a grudge all this time, haven't you? I feel like I was way too hard on you."
I took a few more swallows of beer, set the can down, and looked at her.
From her position, it wasn't entirely incomprehensible. She'd been thrown together with my uncle almost by accident. Every time they fought, her refrain was always the same: If only I hadn't drunk that night.
On top of that, she'd had an eight-month-old and a three-year-old already — and then a ten-year-old dumped on her as well. Of course she'd been stressed.
"Nah. It's fine. Taking on a burden like me wasn't exactly easy. In a newlywed home, no less."
"I've been thinking a lot lately. Wondering if I wasn't too harsh with you. I'm sorry. I mean it."
Oh, please. That face is anything but sincere.
If the apologetic expression was a one, the look of an aroused woman was a nine. Her face was almost sickeningly transparent.
The way she kept checking my reaction made it clear this was a ploy to put me at ease. Fine. I'd play along with her little performance. The acting trait I'd gotten from Hye-yun seemed to be working almost too well.
"It's okay. I'm leaving soon anyway. No big deal."
"…Yeah. Thanks."
Gulp.
She lifted her beer again and drank. I finished off what was left of mine. Click, click — she cracked open two more cans and handed me one, as if desperate not to let the mood break.
"Do you remember? When you were little, you said you were going to make me and Eun-hee your wives."
"Ah. Yeah, I did. Wow."
From a very young age, I'd been obsessed with the idea of a family. Maybe that was why even as a preschooler my dream had been a harem — multiple wives, multiple kids, living happily ever after.
It must have been around 1990, the year before I started elementary school. We'd been swimming in the stream, and the two of them were cracking open a watermelon. I wandered over and sat down between them.
Ahh, this is great. The watermelon Eun-hee Noona gives me is delicious too. Just be my wives already, Noonas.
What is this little guy saying? Haha.
Hyeon-ju had laughed, finding it funny. But Eun-hee had walked over with a blank face and given me a knuckle to the head.
Ian, quit talking nonsense and just eat your watermelon.
Thwack.
They'd been high school sophomores then. By that point most of the kids in the neighborhood had left for Cheongju or Daejeon, and the two of them were the only friends I had. Looking back, maybe it was a kind of puppy love. I still remembered joking that they should be my wives. I'd said it to Hyeon-ju several more times after that, and when she announced she was getting married, I'd even felt briefly depressed.
Eun-hee's knuckle had hurt like hell. That was probably why the memory of eating watermelon that day stuck so clearly.
"I got a knuckle from Auntie for that… back then."
"Yeah. I was fluttering, you know. From a little kid like you. It was basically my first proposal."
Jesus. The way she twists that story.
"Yeah. It was like that back then. There just weren't any other kids around. Come to think of it, you and Aunt Eun-hee were basically my first loves."
Distant eyes. I could feel the acting trait kick in, my face rearranging itself into the image I'd pictured. The moment I registered that I was performing, I adjusted the plan slightly.
To make her my slave, I decided I would win her heart as well. It had only been puppy love, but I deliberately called it first love and let a vacant, reminiscing expression settle over my face.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Honestly, both of you had faces you almost never saw out in that countryside. Even if you went into Daejeon, it was hard to find a girl prettier than you two."
Hyeon-ju's pupils wavered. The corner of her mouth twitched. And decisively — her face was flushing deeper and deeper red.
Suddenly a soft breast pressed against my arm.
Hyeon-ju had linked her arm through mine, and I made no move to stop her. When I turned my head to look at her, her eyes were wet and glistening. The breast against my arm felt swollen, as if erect, and the hard tip of her nipple dug into my skin.
"I should have waited for you. Instead of falling for that premature-ejaculating bastard who borrowed his little brother's power to get a girl drunk and rape her. What was so great about Seoul… I should have just gotten rid of the baby and waited."
A sudden outburst.
This from the woman whose love for her son would have made even the legendary Mencius's mother weep? I was briefly thrown, but I played along.
"Right? If both of you had just held out and waited… maybe there would've been a chance for you to become my woman."
I grinned playfully. Her eyes curved even more.
As long as it wasn't a direct blood relative — a full sibling — marriage was allowed. Different mothers meant half-siblings could marry. Different fathers, the same.
"What a pair of unlucky women we both are. Eun-hee's in the exact same boat as me."
Maybe because I hadn't stopped her, she even rested her head on my shoulder. Was she bringing up Aunt Eun-hee to scatter my focus?
"What about Auntie?"
"Ah. Your uncle's been cheating for years. He wants her to agree to him bringing home a second wife, and Eun-hee's refusing. Just like that bastard. If she won't agree, he says, then divorce him… Don't tell Eun-hee I said this."
It seemed I'd just found a way to go after Aunt Eun-hee as well.
While she talked about Eun-hee, Hyeon-ju's hand settled on my thigh, then slid upward and brushed the tip of my cock. I caught her hand.
Then I pushed her shoulder away.
"Let's not go that far, Noona."
"…Ian."
A pitiful look. Her pupils trembled as if she were panicked. I shook my head.
"I've got a girlfriend now. I'm going to practice polygamy, but—"
"What?! Since when?"
Hyeon-ju's eyes flew wide. Suddenly she was right up against me, her gaze fierce. Goosebumps prickled across my skin.
"Not long ago."
Feeling myself pushed back by the intensity of her stare, I kept my face as blank as I could and pictured cold, hard eyes.
"You—! Ugh! Haaah~ Never mind. Ian, just once before you go? Can't we?"
Her eyes sharpened for a moment, then softened the instant they met mine. She pressed herself against me again, wrapping her arms even tighter around mine.
"No. I feel like you'd get obsessed with me. Don't you know your own personality? I have no idea what you'd do if you went after my girlfriend. So no."
A brief silence. Hyeon-ju's head hung low.
"…I won't do anything to your girlfriend."
The quiet words came out drained of all force — the voice of someone who had given up everything. I recognized that I'd crossed the nine-tenths mark. Beyond the mission itself, I decided then and there that I would break her completely today or tomorrow.
Silence stretched again. I let out a long sigh.
"Haaah… I don't use formal speech with a woman I'm sleeping with."
It was half an acceptance already. Her eyes lit up, bright and sparkling, as she looked up at me.
"Yeah. You can call me Hyeon-ju."
I let go of her hand. She broke into a wide smile and pulled off her T-shirt.
A modest pair of breasts — truly modest, about a B-cup — stood out erect. Pale brown areolas.
"What, no bra? You in heat? Your tits are standing up. Down below too?"
"Yeah. I'm in heat. Thinking about you. No panties either, Ian."
At the words "in heat," she actually smiled with her eyes and peeled down her yoga pants. A pussy soaked and glistening came into view — completely bare, not a single hair.
Hairlessness. Was bare pussy really this common? Coincidence or not, after Hye-yun, this was the second smooth bare pussy I'd seen in a single day.
"Bare pussy."
"Yeah."
She dropped her head as if embarrassed.
"Chin up. I like bare pussy."
"Re…ally?"
I nodded.
Come to think of it, my aunt had always hated going to the public bathhouse. She went to the pool for exercise, and even though it had an attached bathhouse, she always just showered and left.
This time her smile was genuine and radiant. She dropped to her knees and started crawling toward me. I raised a hand to stop her.
"I still don't fully trust you, Hyeon-ju."
I went straight to my room, came back with a mini cassette recorder, checked that the blank tape was loaded, and set it on the table. She stared at the device, her eyes trembling.
"Th-this is…"
"You press record. And record what you're going to do, and how."
"…Okay."
A moment of stillness.
Click.
She reached out, picked up the cassette recorder, and pressed the record button.
Whirrr.
It wasn't a great machine, so the noise was especially loud. She found the microphone side and brought her mouth close.
"I, Park Hyeon-ju, consent to having sex with Kim Ian…"
"No. Not consent. You wanted this. Again."
"…I, Park Hyeon-ju, want to have sex with Kim Ian. So I was the one who asked for sex first. Good enough?"
I nodded.
Click.
She handed the cassette over, and I played it back once more. Confirming the recording had come through clearly, I walked over to her where she knelt and stroked her hair.
A nervous, fluttering heart. I wondered if she would even endure being petted on the head.
Stroke. Stroke.
"Good girl."
Drip. Drip.
I followed the sudden sound and saw her pussy juices dripping onto the floor in fat drops. Her face flushed red as she savored the touch of my hand.
I snorted a quiet laugh and went back into my room.
"Go sit on the bed in the master bedroom in that position."
Now I was invading the master bedroom itself.
"The master bedroom?… Okay."
She hesitated a moment, then nodded, stood, and walked off.
Back in my room, I wondered where I should hide the tape. Then a second thought hit me — if I hid it, she'd tear the room apart looking for it. I was stuck fretting over it when—
*Ding.*
Place it on top of the laptop. I will copy it as an audio file and send it to your email.
"Ah…"
I set the cassette on top of the laptop and left the room. This convenient?
Then I walked into the master bedroom.
A bed, a small TV, a vanity — just the essentials, nothing more. And on the bed, kneeling demurely, sat Hyeon-ju, her small breasts swollen even fuller.
I grabbed my shirt and pulled it off, then stripped off my pants.