Peeping Hole
Drowsy and drunk on the hazy warmth, we leaned against each other and simply stayed there.
Tick-tock. Time slipped away without mercy.
The chirping of morning birds filtered in, and a street sweeper rumbled past the road with a deafening roar.
Sseuk-sseuk. The adorable little sound of her breathing through her nose.
Her soft pink lungs were probably speckled with black tar, and the scent of her breath—once so sweetly like apples—now carried a faint trace of nicotine.
Her virginity, her first everything… I had been the one to stain it all.
That sense of conquest left me pleasantly buzzed. It numbed my reason and gently coaxed out my true nature.
It felt good.
I liked that Han Somang depended on me.
I didn’t understand why the urge for her to look at no one but me kept surging up so violently.
She would only look at me, right?
Even so, I still wanted more.
I wished that only I would linger in the depths of your eyes.
At five-thirty, the alarm went off.
It was a female singer’s song I’d never heard before.
It’s my first time hearing this, but it sounds like something from way back.
With her head resting on my shoulder, Han Somang hummed along to the melody.
Her soft humming pulled at me far more than the actual song by some nameless artist.
After a minute it cut off abruptly, like a preview sample.
She fiddled with her phone, looking a little disappointed, then glanced at me.
“What did you think of the song?”
“It’s nice. Doesn’t feel like a recent track, though. Who is it?”
“It’s by a musician called Feeling Star. It came out not too long ago… but it does have that retro vibe, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah. How should I put it? It’s really lyrical.”
I ran my fingers through Han Somang’s hair where it touched my hand. It made a pleasant, crisp rustling sound.
“I need to get ready to head out, but I really don’t want to move…”
“Then don’t. Let’s just stay like this all day.”
“I’d love that…”
She stroked my thigh with clear reluctance before standing. With a little “heave-ho,” her stiff knees popped as she rose.
She stretched her arms high overhead. I savored the seductive silhouette of her armpits, watching the way her back muscles flexed and the subtle lines of her ribs appeared.
The curves were so tempting I wanted to run my hands over them and feel every inch.
I couldn’t hold back the impulse.
When I placed my palm on her side while she stretched, it slid slowly along the narrow curve of her waist all the way up toward her armpit.
“Hyaat!”
She flinched. A cute, high-pitched squeak escaped her.
She twisted at the waist and tucked her arms in, drawing a perfect W with her elbows.
“Let’s just stay together.”
“I have to go volunteer.”
“Volunteer? At the food distribution center?”
“Yes. The place where we first met.”
“Can’t you skip just one day?”
“I’m an evangelist, so… it’s not really something I can skip.”
“If you’re an evangelist, does that mean you run a church or something?”
“Not exactly. I want to get married and devote myself to my family. Of course, I’ll keep doing evangelist work, but…”
Han Somang studied my expression before continuing.
“If I take the official evangelist position, I get a monthly activity stipend. If we’re careful with it, it should be enough for the two of us to live on…”
She took my hand.
“I’ll handle the money and all the housework. Raham, you just… you just have to stay by my side. That’s all I need…”
“…Is this a proposal?”
“Not exactly, but… that would be really, really nice toooo…”
I touched the ring finger on my right hand. The spot where the couple ring with Sara had once sat felt painfully empty.
A ring was a marriage certificate with physical binding power. More certain than ink on paper, a customary legal proof with absolute effect on everyone.
Marriage, husband and wife—those things only held power on documents.
On the bed, the only restraint was the ring itself.
That restraint had vanished with my regression, yet the phantom pain remained.
I closed my eyes.
There was Seo Sara gazing at me with sorrowful eyes.
Her hand reaching toward me looked like a lifeline thrown to someone drowning in a swamp.
Are you an illusion? A ghost?
What was certain was that she still affected me, and the decision I had made was to break free of that influence.
I pressed a light kiss to her forehead.
“Thank you. Darling.”
“Haa…”
Somang’s face flushed bright red.
“I-I’m going to wash up now!!!”
“Want to shower together?”
“Today! I’ll wash by myself…”
“Alright.”
Han Somang slipped into the bathroom. I looked around the living room—it was a complete mess from the evidence of our bodies tangling together. I cleaned it up.
***
While Raham was in the bathroom, I changed clothes.
I picked a white tank top and jeans.
I gathered my waist-length white hair into a single ponytail. It still wasn’t fully dry, so moisture clung to my fingers.
I wiped it lightly on my outer shirt, then pulled a cap low over my eyes.
I stepped in front of the mirror.
The slightly tilted full-length mirror reflected me grinning like an idiot.
“He called me darling… Raham called me… darling!”
My face, which I’d cooled with cold water earlier, burned red again.
Aaaah… I really shouldn’t be like this… I just washed up…
My lower belly tingled fiercely.
Darling.
Just that one word made my womb clench, drooling downward to receive his cum.
I’ve already taken so much… and you’re still not satisfied either…?
“Haa… Raham…”
I squeezed my breast once, then rubbed between my legs. Scolding myself that this was wrong, I forced my hand away.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom.
Raham must finally be showering.
I quietly crept to the bathroom door and pressed my ear against it.
“Ah, cold! Oh. Now it’s—ugh, hot!”
He seemed to be struggling with the temperature.
…How cute.
Hehe… Raham’s naked in there, right?
My heart pounded wildly.
I want to see. Just listening isn’t enough!
I want to see it with my own eyes!
…If I was going to be like this, I should have showered with him. I stupidly said I’d wash alone.
I paced back and forth in front of the door.
Then a brilliant idea struck me.
The keyhole.
Maybe I could see through the keyhole…?
I tiptoed over so Raham wouldn’t notice and pressed my eye to the keyhole on the handle. White light from the bulb spilled out.
The awkward crouched position made my thighs feel like they would burst, but I endured it.
Hmm… if I just adjust my angle a little… I think I can see…
Right when my legs started trembling uncontrollably, the inside of the bathroom came into view.
“Hehehehe…”
Raham was lathering a shower towel and washing his body.
Thick white foam covered his powerful legs, and even the cock that had stirred up my insides was now coated white with soap bubbles.
His rugged, sculpted body looked like a masterpiece no matter how many times I saw it. Those beautiful muscles contracting and relaxing had given me so much pleasure.
They had pounded against my cervix, violently churning until my walls screamed and I collapsed.
My back had arched on its own, and I couldn’t speak anything but moans.
Aah——. Again… I want to be filled again…
Just thinking about it made my womb throb.
“Ung, ugh…”
I could feel in real time how my soft panties were getting drenched with slick.
Through the keyhole, Raham was washing his back. But that broad back looked difficult to reach properly.
I knocked on the door.
“Somang?”
“Raham… should I wash your back for you…?”
“It’s fine.”
“You can’t reach it. I heard you grunting…”
“Uh. That’s true, but… how did you know that?”
“……”
“……”
“Woman’s intuition? Something like that.”
“You’re right that I can’t reach, but you already showered.”
“I… think I need to wash again…”
“Why…?”
“Aaaah……”
***
Click. Click.
The door handle rattled.
I reached out and locked the door.
Outside, Somang tried to open it, but the firmly locked door wouldn’t budge. When I pressed my ear to it, I heard her mutter, “Uwe… he locked it…” before walking away.
Did she give up? I really hoped so…
There was a brief silence.
Water dripped from the showerhead, and the soap bubbles clinging to my body slid downward.
Whew…
Why the hell am I so nervous about this…
Still, where the hell was she peeping from?
Is there a hidden camera? No way.
I scanned the room. There was no obvious peephole anywhere.
Then my eyes landed on the keyhole in the door handle.
No way…
I bent down and brought my eye close.
“What the…?”
A round, pink circle filled my vision.
Inside that circle was an even smaller hole.
Complex wrinkles ringed the edge.
It looked like a beautiful glass marble.
Suddenly a flesh-colored lid swept across and wiped the marble.
Wait! What is this!
“Hehe… Raham… your eyes are so prettyyyy…”
What the fuck.
It was Han Somang’s eye.
I jerked backward in shock.
Didn’t I say just this morning that I wanted only myself reflected in those eyes? Looks like I got my wish, huh?
Click.
“It’s not opening…”
Clack.
“Ah.”
The handle turned.
The old hinges screamed in protest.
The door opened.
“R-Raham. This is my house, remember? Hehe… hehehe…”
Han Somang held a keychain in her hand.
She flung the jingling bundle backward.
“Somang. Wait a second.”
“Hehehehe… Raham… come here.”
She grabbed me.