The New Wife Next Door

After seeing Eunju off, Yeonwoo lay on the bed for a while before looking around his shabby one-room apartment.

"Ha... Being with a chaebol third-gen in a place like this... lol"

He felt a bit embarrassed.

It seemed her luxurious scent still lingered in the air.

"Still... I made sure she'd take good memories with her, right? Ugh... I should clean up."

He gathered the clothes scattered on the floor, collected the trash, and stepped out the door.

The door clicked shut.

As Yeonwoo opened the door, the door of the apartment right next to him opened at the same time.

And a couple came out together, affectionately.

The man was tall, well-groomed, and had a good-looking face.

The woman had her arm linked through his, clinging to him slightly.

She was short,

with a petite, small frame.

They seemed to be the ones whose moans had been heard in the morning.

Their faces still bore the excitement from earlier and the satisfaction they felt for each other.

Yeonwoo nodded lightly and greeted them.

"Hello. I see you just moved in."

"Yes... We moved in yesterday."

The man replied with a smile.

His voice was gentle.

"Yes... We're neighbors, so please take care of us from now on."

Yeonwoo smiled too.

"We'll take care of each other."

The woman added brightly.

At that moment, the couple's status windows appeared in Yeonwoo's vision.

Yeonwoo's eyes widened slightly.

"Even for a couple... it's rare to see such high values..."

It was a value that went beyond simple fondness, a clear measure of love.

Of course, the recent sex might have influenced it...

"At this level... they're truly in love."

Yeonwoo felt a mix of satisfaction and a strange sense of envy looking at the two of them.

"You two look really affectionate."

Yeonwoo continued naturally.

"Are you married?"

"Yes!"

The man smiled brightly at the woman.

"We just got married three months ago... We're a real newlywed couple."

The woman nodded, looking a bit shy.

"Oh! Really? Congratulations."

"Thank you."

The two exchanged greetings and quietly walked down the stairs, still linked arm in arm.

Yeonwoo watched them for a moment, still holding the trash bag.

Then suddenly...

Another thought began to creep in.

A cold, curious, and dangerous thought.

A couple that anyone would see as affectionate and loving.

A couple whose mutual love was undeniable by the numbers.

A newlywed couple three months into marriage, overflowing with affection.

What about that woman inside...

... What could he do to her?

Could he shake that seemingly solid emotional fortress...

... the balance of that couple's happiness...

with his ability?

It was a thought so bad it even surprised Yeonwoo himself.

But at the same time,

it was a desire to explore and challenge his ability.

And he couldn't hide the excitement that came just from thinking about it.

Yeonwoo threw the bag in the trash and ate alone at a nearby restaurant.

He was heading home with some simple snacks, beer, and cigarettes from the convenience store.

At that moment, he heard a straining sound from the stairs.

Looking closely, it was the woman from next door, struggling up the stairs with something like a kimchi container.

Her husband wasn't in sight.

Yeonwoo hesitated for a moment.

"Fuck... Seriously... Should I try it?"

He walked over to her and quietly spoke.

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"Need some help?"

Su-a, who had looked up at the sound of his voice, recognized Yeonwoo and shook her head as if to say she was fine.

"I'm okay. I can carry it."

But she still looked like she was struggling.

It was a third-floor villa without an elevator.

She lived on the third floor.

For a woman of such a small build, carrying that heavy load up seemed a bit much.

"I'll carry it for you. It's too heavy..."

Even though she insisted she didn't need help,

Yeonwoo took the container from her and lifted it.

"What is this? It's really heavy."

"Yes... My mom sent kimchi. I thought I could carry it... but it's heavier than I expected..."

"Where's your husband...?"

"Oh... He went to work out. He goes to the gym nearby. I should've asked him to bring it when he comes back."

Yeonwoo carried the container up the stairs with her.

"You can ask for help with stuff like this."

"Still... I'm sorry... Thank you so much."

She bowed her head in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gratitude.

Hearing her voice,

Yeonwoo's mind naturally and vividly recalled her moans that had come through the wall in the morning.

The voice from then and now overlapped, creating a strange dissonance and intense curiosity.

Yeonwoo carried the load all the way to her front door and carefully set it down.

The house was still not fully organized,

but the clean and bright interior befitting a newlywed home stood out.

"Is it okay to put it here?"

"Yes! Thank you so much."

She clasped her hands together and thanked him again.

Then, as if suddenly remembering, she continued.

"By the way... Would you like to have some juice before you go?"

"Hmm... Well... That would be nice."

"Please sit at the dining table for a moment."

She smiled brightly and pointed to the small dining table.

Yeonwoo sat down and observed her.

She came inside, took off her jacket and hung it in the closet, then took out orange juice from the fridge.

She was wearing a white crop top that fit snugly and a slightly short skirt.

Every time she moved, the bottom of the crop top lifted slightly, briefly revealing her toned and smooth waist and navel.

Her waistline was slender yet gracefully curved, and her navel was deep and distinct.

When she bent forward to open the fridge, the hem of her skirt lifted.

At that moment, her smooth thighs and the outline of her buttocks were clearly visible.

"Ha... Seriously... If she does this... I really want to..."

Every time she turned her head, her white nape was exposed, stimulating Yeonwoo.

"Damn it..."

Yeonwoo muttered to himself.

"Am I... going crazy... Stop it... Control yourself..."

But Yeonwoo had already imagined

what expression she would make when she accepted his cock.

"The target is a bride who's been married for three months. This... is a really bad thought."

Yeonwoo tried to hold himself back but was drawn into that dark temptation.

"It's a bad thought, but... not using this ability when I have it is worse. And... I should keep testing it."

Yeonwoo made up his mind.

And, he gave a command in his mind.

"Switch Emotion Value to Manual Mode. Target Value: 80. 5 Points per Minute."

Without hesitation, he chose.

"YES."

"I should only touch her once it's at least 60... So... I need to wait another 10 minutes..."

She brought two glasses of orange juice to the dining table.

A natural smile was on her face, and her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠eyes were soft.

"Please, drink."

She gently placed the cup in front of Yeonwoo and said.

"Yes... Thank you."

"How long... have you lived here?"

She asked as she sat across from Yeonwoo.

Fortunately, she had started the conversation.

He had to watch her for 10 minutes while they talked.

Because a sudden rise felt burdensome somehow.

"Hmm... I've been here a little over a year."

Yeonwoo answered naturally while observing her expression.

"I moved here after graduating college and getting a job."

"Oh, I see."

"It's pretty nice to live here. Quiet... has everything you need... close to the subway station..."

"Yes. That's how it seems."

The conversation flowed normally.

Talk about moving, the neighborhood, the weather.

But Yeonwoo was watching her changes more than the conversation.

52... 55... 58...

Once the value passed 60, clear changes began in her expression and demeanor.

Her initial natural smile now turned to embarrassment.

"I'm lucky. I feel like I've met a really good neighbor..."

It was a simple statement, but her expression grew shy as she said it.

"Is that so? I feel the same way. You're kind... and such a pretty noona..."

"Hohoho. If you think that way, I'm grateful too."

As she spoke,

she unconsciously brushed her hand over her nape.

62... 65...

He had experienced similar changes before with Hyena.

In ordinary situations like this, the rising values

seemed to reflect fondness and sexual arousal toward the person they were facing.

He didn't know why, but his past experiences told him so.

It directly affected the body.

When Hyena's value passed 80, she had suddenly been overwhelmed by an strange heat and pleasure in her body, and in a panic, had run to the bathroom.

"I wonder what reaction this noona will have?"

Yeonwoo quietly observed her.

Her cheeks began to flush slightly,

and her breathing became subtly quicker.

She unconsciously fiddled with the strap of her tank top.

"It's a bit... hot, don't you think?"

She suddenly said.

"Is it? I... feel fine."

68... 70... 72... 75...

She seemed to sense something was wrong with her body.

"I... I'm sorry... I suddenly feel unwell... Later... hnngh..."

She shrank her body and leaned forward.

"What's wrong?"

Yeonwoo stood up with a worried expression.

"Your face is red. You seem to have a fever?"

[Emotion Value: 80... 82...]

At that moment,

her hand began to grope at her own body.

Unconsciously,

or driven by an unbearable sensation,

she brought her hand between her thighs and pressed hard against her crotch.

Her face twisted into a strange expression of pain and pleasure mixed together.

"Hnngh... I don't know. Just... I'm so sorry..."

Her words cut off.

"Go... Please go..."

Yeonwoo approached her,

quietly placing his hand on her forehead.

"How can I just leave? You look so unwell... Fever..."

The moment his hand touched her forehead,

her body began to tremble.

"Hnngh!"

A strange moan burst from her lips.

The most surprised by the moan was her.

She covered her mouth with her hand and instinctively tried to pull away from his touch, leaning back.

But instead, she lost her balance and collapsed into Yeonwoo's arms.

Yeonwoo held her shoulders, still keeping his hand on her forehead and her burning cheek.

With just that small contact, she was already heated up.

She was literally a bitch in heat.

She shook her head left and right trying to avoid his touch, but the movement itself rubbed her skin against his palm.

The friction sent another shiver through her.

"Ha... hah... Stop... Please..."

Her plea was blurred with desire.

Her eyes kept closing and opening, and her body trembled violently around where his hand touched.

Her other hand still gripped her thigh tightly, pressing harder and more desperately against her genitals.

"What's wrong?"

"I... I don't know. First... Please go. Please... Do that for me."

"Su-a? Su-a? What a pretty name. Her body... must be pretty too?"

Su-a trembled in Yeonwoo's arms.

But she didn't try to get out of his embrace.

Yeonwoo grew bolder at her state.

His hand slid down her nape, caressing her collarbone.

"Haaang! What is this... Haaang!!!"

"Hey... Ajumma... No, noona..."

She shook her head roughly.

"Please... Just go..."

"Are you... maybe... trying to seduce me...?"

"What? That's... nonsense... hnngh~"

Su-a's reply cut off weakly, and her lewd moans continued endlessly.

If anyone saw her like this, they'd think she was a woman seducing a man.

"Hnngh... No... This... is absolutely... not it. Just..."

She was overwhelmed by a pleasure

of a kind she had never experienced before,

making it hard to even form words.

The sensation was hot,

sweeping her away to the point of losing her mind.

The feeling seemed to completely paralyze her thoughts.

"Please... Just go. Please..."

Her plea was now almost a whimper.

Her body was positioned to fully expose her cleavage to Yeonwoo.

Her deep cleavage stood out clearly despite her petite frame...

"Noona... Can I... touch your breasts?"

"What? Are you crazy... I said please leave..."

But her body moved in the opposite direction.

Her waist instinctively leaned forward, pressing into Yeonwoo's arms as she panted.

Yeonwoo no longer hesitated.

His hand brushed her shoulder and came down to grip her breast.

"Hnngh...!"

She let out a sharp moan without realizing it and collapsed forward.

She leaned into his arms, pressing her body against him.

"What are you doing... Why are you touching my breasts? Stop..."

But she was grinding her body against him in his arms.

A powerless body swept away by intense sensations.

"This..."

Yeonwoo leaned close to her ear and whispered.

"You're definitely seducing me, aren't you?"