[No title provided in translation]
"Hey! I'm asking where you're looking!"
I finally snapped my head up at the neighbor woman's shout.
Until just now, I'd been possessed by our ancient ancestors and archaeologists, marveling at the pretty porcelain. Ooooh, what a beautiful pelvis—no, porcelain! Wait, this wasn't the time.
"Ah, sorry about that. I just moved in today, and I'm pretty wiped out, so my mind wandered for a sec."
"Even so! How can you make so much noise while cleaning? Didn't you hear that the soundproofing here sucks?"
"I-I did hear that."
"Then you need to have some manners! People live next door, you know!"
She glared at me with such fury I could practically feel the zap!
I scratched my head, racking my brain for how to smooth this over.
Then bzzz.
The vibration came from the pocket of her jeans, perfectly hugging her artistic hips.
The neighbor flinched and dug out her phone.
She tapped away for a moment, then checked it.
Her face fell into instant sadness and despair.
She's really going through it.
Honestly, I had no idea how to comfort someone who got depressed out of nowhere. I wasn't great at cheering people up anyway. Say the wrong thing, and I might make it worse.
So for now, I'd just stay quiet and let her sort out her feelings.
Time to check out that body.
I drank in her glamorous figure. Top to bottom. Top top to bottom bottom.
Lost in her curves—especially those hips—I lost track of time until a thought hit me.
Come to think of it, her face is pretty too. Been too focused on the body.
Sigh. After twenty years mastering the art of sneaky glances, how could I make such a rookie mistake?
Unable to hold back my regret, I looked up.
And there she was.
"Ah."
She'd pocketed her phone and was staring right at me.
Shit. I'd been so fixated on her body that time flew by.
I turned my head away, pretending not to notice, but...
"...Hmph!"
She huffed in annoyance, spun on her heel, and stormed back to her place.
Slam! The door shut behind her.
I flinched a little from the surprise, but it ended without major drama. Thank goodness.
Back inside, I shut the front door, flopped onto the floor, and got ready for bed.
Oh, right. Gotta text Yoo-jung that I scored the room.
The next day, I woke up and fired up the part-time job app right away.
Yoo-jung's money was still hanging on, but it'd run dry fast if I wasn't careful.
"What kinda gig today?"
I'd figured I'd stick to impregnation part-time jobs like with Yoo-jung—easy money.
But...
"Thinking it over, that shit seems risky."
Fuck random strangers for cash? Sounds great on paper, but it's dicey. I had to judge if they were safe on gut feel alone.
And I sucked at that.
I can spot hot and curvy no problem, though.
Meeting someone like Yoo-jung was pure luck.
And even if I do it, shouldn't I finish with her first?
Knocking up a bunch at once would be a workout. No cheat codes for stamina or daily loads here.
"Gotta find a real job, huh?"
I checked out loading dock gigs first. Tough on my average build, not my fave.
But for quick cash to eat, nothing beat the high hourly—paid daily too.
That plan fizzled as I scrolled the app.
"Ah, this world's a goddamn game—gotta love it."
My shortlist: convenience store, cafe, restaurant serving, bar.
Classic stuff. Why? Most paid daily! And like a night game, pick your shifts.
But interviews first.
I fired off chats.
Chats wrapped like that. I staggered the interview times, all walkable—no travel hassle.
One'd stick, right?
As I went to close the app—bzzz.
She'd read my text from yesterday.
Housewarming from Yoo-jung incoming.
"Hm."
I got up and checked the option fridge. Empty, of course.
"Housewarming, huh. Better stock it."
I wasn't cooking a feast, but even for delivery, filling the fridge while she was coming over seemed smart.
Off to the nearby mart.
Big place—tons of stuff, tons of people.
Veggies, meat for sure, skip fish. Ramen too.
Cart loaded, I lined up at checkout.
"Eek!"
Someone spotted me and flinched.
The neighbor, basket in hand.
And in it...
...soju?
Not a whole case, but nothing else—just booze.
I stared in surprise, and she...
"Ugh..."
Avoided my eyes with a groan.
Gauging the vibe, I asked softly.
"Rough day?"
"Gah! Mind your own business!"
She scowled.
"How can I? Neighbor buying nothing but booze. Bad for your health."
"...Urk."
Her scowl softened, eyes glistening a bit.
Beep. Beep.
Line shortened; she finished paying.
"Same way home—wanna walk together?"
"...Whatever."
We walked back in silence. Just her deep sighs the whole way.
Clomp clomp.
Up the stairs. This'd end wordless, so I spoke first.
"Sorry for the noise last time."
She halted. Those big hips jiggled once, then her voice came.
"...I overreacted too. Your fault, though."
Then clomp clomp again. Hips swaying up the stairs.
"..."
"..."
At our doors.
As we reached for keys...
"Let's get along from now on."
She said it, then slipped inside first.
I grinned without thinking.
Then—
"Ah, Ji-hoon!"
Yoo-jung appeared, arms full of bags, beaming.
"What? Room's empty? Thought it had options."
"Fridge, AC, Wi-Fi."
"TV?"
"Phone's fine. Kinda miss a PC and bed, but whatever."
Yoo-jung toured, arms crossed. Boobs bulging over them. About to spill.
"Was gonna watch Sexflix then fuck, but guess lunch then straight to it?"
"...Yeah?"
No arguing.
Lunch from her housewarming meal kit, then...
She yanked off my pants.
Whoosh! Correction: pants and boxers.
"You're extra aggressive today."
"Gonna be from now on. Aggressive gets you pregnant faster!"
"Where'd you hear that?"
"SexTube Shorts!"
She grinned innocently, grabbed my dick, and sucked.
Slurp. Schlick.
My cock sprang to life.
"Mmm."
She looked up as it hardened.
"Ready?"
"Your turn too."
"Skipping today. Just shove it in."
"Damn, aggressive."
"Hehe."
She giggled, jiggling her tits.
I stood, dragging the massive-titted Yoo-jung up.
Wanna pin her down, but room's bare floor—no furniture. Meal kit on a lone table says it all.
"Standing today."
"Yes!"
Whoosh, swish. Naked in seconds. Tits bounce again.
"Mmm...!"
Kiss. Grope tits. Too big for one hand.
"From behind."
Thud. Hands on wall, ass out. Side view: tits hang, but gravity makes 'em prettier.
"Aaah...!"
"Hngh!"
Grab waist, thrust into her pussy. Wet already—no foreplay needed.
Squelch! on entry.
"Fuck."
"Faster, fuck me...! Haa! Ah! Aahk!"
Slam slam slam! Pounding her waist.
"This fucking perfect pussy!"
Plump ass jiggles taut. Smack smack, bounces back just right—not too much, not too little. Insane.
Hammer hard or soft, it hugs warm and tight. Then slap, pushes back teasing.
Like it's begging: take it all, don't stop.
Yeah, you slut. I'll fuck you raw!
"Aaaah! Yes! So fucking good! Fuck me! Deep!"
Grip her slim waist, piston like mad.
Smack! Spank ass.
"Haa! Aaah! No! Tits! Hurts! But good! More! Keep going! Haaaah!"
One hand per massive tit, squeeze hard!
Still pounding nonstop—then...
Thud thud thud!
"Haa! Aaaaah...! Huh?!"
"Oh, right."
Forgot in the heat. Thin walls.
Neighbor probably heard Yoo-jung's moans, knocked to quiet us—like during cleaning.
Oblivious Yoo-jung, still doggy with cock deep, turned to me.
"What?"
"Room's not soundproof. Neighbor came yesterday during cleaning. Asked us to be quiet."
"Oh?"
Why? Her upturned eyes sparkled with mischief.
"Girl?"
"Yeah, woman."
"Lives alone?"
"Seemed like it."
"Hmmm~ I see~?"
She grinned wickedly at the wall.
Then...
"What're you waiting for? Fuck me more!"
Mischief turned devilish sexy smirk, demanding with a whine.