Stalking Noona to Her Filthy Secret
I check my phone watch and see it's just past 10 a.m. I've already been walking for about five minutes—how far is she going?
At the intersection ahead, Noona makes a right turn at the corner and vanishes.
Fuck.
I sprint like hell after her. Rounding the corner, no sign of her. There's an officetel up ahead, though...
Distance-wise, if she disappeared, it has to be that officetel.
I slip in quietly through the entrance.
Jackpot. There's Noona, arms crossed, waiting for the elevator.
I peek out just enough to watch. A moment later, she disappears inside.
I dash in and hit the up button. No one else beside her—no other bitch or guy.
Unless someone was already inside, the floor where the elevator stops is where her company's at.
I press up and watch where it goes: 4th floor... 8th... 10th... 11th...
It keeps climbing without stopping. Luckily, it stops at the 11th and starts coming back down.
No one else got on in between.
11th floor. The doors open at the 1st, and I slink in.
I hit 11 and grip my throbbing cock, waiting. My lips feel dry as fuck.
Why am I shaking like this?
Doors open at 11. I step out cautiously. Long corridors stretch both ways, lined with room numbers.
No Noona in sight.
I head slowly to the end of the nearest hall. Starts at 1136. Ends at 1140.
Over to the opposite long corridor. Past the corner, numbers decrease. Ends at 1101.
40 rooms just on this floor.
No clue which one she crawled into. But I think I came to the right place...
Can't knock on all 40 doors. Tricky as shit.
And if I find it, what the fuck do I say? That I tailed her like a psycho for an hour and a half? She'd look at me like a bug.
The weird part is why she lied about her company's location instead of just spilling it.
Lying means there's a reason.
But what can I do here? Head home?
Suddenly, a door bangs open nearby, and a familiar-faced pussy comes into view.
Fuck!
Luckily, the emergency exit next to me is open. I dive in and hide.
Rustling sounds fade away.
Almost fucked up, shit.
No, fuck... I didn't do shit wrong. Why hide? I could just say I was worried and followed her.
Whatever. Family never asked about her job much, and she never told anyway.
Best to watch for now. Make up some excuse later if caught.
I peek out from the emergency exit. She's gone...
Not exact, but I caught the room number in that split second. Little wait should give answers.
Fucking bitch, she's not coming back.
I wet my dry lips and kill time.
Then, that familiar pussy face reappears. Door opens, she goes in.
1106. Gotta be that one.
I creep up, peek at the door she entered, then pass by casually and hit the elevator.
Down to 1st floor.
Out and squat in the officetel corner. Light a cig quietly.
Hmm... what now?
Got the room number at least...
But offices usually have signs or nameplates, right? Even without a big sign.
Weird.
Private office maybe.
Go home or stay? I rack my brain.
Chain-smoking through my dilemma.
Since I'm here, might as well commit to a day of circling and scout the company.
No markings is suspicious as fuck.
Easy—just wait in that emergency exit again.
If 1106 is the office, lunch around noon they'll swarm out for food or order delivery.
Confirm that, hang with my ball-sack buddy for a few hours, then home.
It's 11 now... could be soon, or latest by noon.
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Fuck, so goddamn boring.
Peeking with just my head out feels like my neck's gonna snap.
Phone clock: 11:55.
These fuckers not eating?
A few delivery guys came and went—no 1106.
From the far corridor, around the corner, a young dickhead walks by staring at his phone.
Looks like a resident. White striped tracksuit set.
Getting closer. Stops at 1106, knocks lightly twice.
Huh?
I watch tensely. Door opens, he goes in. Door shuts.
What the fuck.
Greasy hair like days without a wash, tracksuit and slippers. To strut into an office like that, he'd have to be top brass.
But fuck, why knock instead of the bell?
A deep unease creeps up from my gut.
Not sure yet—keep watching.
'This cig's drying me out, fuck.'
20 minutes waiting—dead quiet.
No sign of anyone from 1106.
These bitches not eating and working?
Go down for a quick smoke and back up.
Elevator down, out to the corner. Squat and light up quietly.
Still just suspicion...
Can't assume Noona's doing that yet.
Stay suspicious till 100% sure. That's right by her.
Phone: 12:30. Inhale like mad, toss the butt anywhere, head to 11th.
Wait in emergency exit, eye 1106.
Suddenly door opens—that tracksuit dickhead crawls out. Door shuts.
Phone clock: exactly 1 hour. 12:55...
This floor's weirdly quiet.
Just a few deliveries and two pussy residents—no wandering bitches.
Right as I think that, around the corner, a tasty-looking pussy heads this way.
Resident probably... Then, a few rooms before 1106, she punches the door lock code and enters.
Another dickhead coming from the corner.
Suit-wearing old fart this time. Looking around like a first-timer.
Heads this way, so I duck deeper into the exit.
Knock knock.
Peek out—1106.
Door opens, suit old fart enters. Door shuts.
If I'm right, this fucker'll crawl out in an hour too.
Wait and see.
Cigs drying again, but hold it.
Phone out, open browser to a new mobile game community.
Got that rare bow yesterday, farmed 15—screenshot and post a brag: [Rice farming's a joke].
Instant comments: starts with "you fucking cheater" ends with curses.
Ignore the shitstains circlejerking, switch to webnovel site.
Degenerate taste—tons of rare incest smut. My go-to.
Click recent reads for updates.
Most anticipated one updates like rain in drought—super popular.
Last chapter ended with sis's pussy about to get stabbed by cock...
Fuck, no update? Dickhead author.
Click the mom-fucking one—helps friend fuck his mom, swapping, daily double uploads.
3 days away, 6 new chapters. Perfect time-killer.
'Fucking hot, shit.'
Blitz through 6 chapters, close phone.
This time: fucks noona's friend, then threesome with noona and friend.
Peak scene: pounding real sis's ass while her friend lies between legs licking balls.
Sis's friend gets perfect view of bro's cock pistoning her ass—lapping up pussy juice dripping from the gap.
So fucking hard.
Shouldn't have read, fuck. Squatting numbed my ass.
Stand slow, shake legs, do squats.
One... two... three... four... five...
100 in a flash, legs loosen up.
Pushups? Nah.
Phone: 1:50. Door opens—I peek.
Suit old fart from 1106 waves as he leaves. Door ajar a sec.
Then, slim arm—probably a pussy's—waves high.
Old fart waves back at 1106, smashes head into corner wall.
'Retard fuck.'
He's gone, door latches shut.
The dread in my gut swells.
Looks like my hunch is spot on.
Corner turns—another fucker heads this way. My age...
Glasses, fat pig dickhead. Gut jiggling—I'm suffocating watching.
Pig's panting hard too.
Stops at 1106, no bell—two knocks.
Door opens, pig enters. Shut.
Crawl out, glance at 1106, head to elevator.
Corner—another dickhead crawling this way.
Ignore, but hear two knocks—turn back.
Huh? That one...
Tasty pussy's room... Peek—door opens, she drags the dickhead in. Shut.
Elevator to 1st, out.
Squat in corner, light cig quietly.
Deep drag, exhale into air.
90% suspicion turned conviction now.
Last 10%—keep watching.
Putting it all together: Noona's a hooker.