The Jealous Neighbor's Complaint
A luxurious hanok-style hot spring inn, infused with the subtle scent of fine wood.
Inside one of its guest rooms, the atmosphere for a couple who'd splurged time and money on a rare getaway was spiraling into total disaster.
"Haa... seriously, are you kidding me?"
The woman snapped with irritation dripping from every word.
She jabbed her boyfriend's chest—where he lay panting raggedly beside her—with sharp, frustrated pokes.
"Hyejin says she goes four times in one night with her guy, no problem. What the hell are you? You tap out after one time? I haven't even gotten properly in the mood yet!"
The guy, already on edge, scowled and bristled.
"Come on, be reasonable. Even if, four times is overkill, right?"
"It's not overkill! Hyejin told me herself!"
"Ha! Yeah, right. Fine. Bet I could do four with her!"
Her eyes widened at that.
"What? What did you just say? You'd do four with Hyejin? Are you insane?!"
"No, that's not what I—!"
"I didn't even start it—you jumped me first, came in like two seconds, and now you're talking like this?!"
Their voices rose steadily. The mood thickened into something ugly and hostile.
And then...
"...Huh?"
"..."
The two, snarling at each other like they wanted to devour one another, suddenly clamped their mouths shut in unison, freezing.
In that split-second void where the fighting noise had filled the room...
Beyond the sliding door papered with hanji and the wooden walls.
Something seriously off-kilter started leaking from the room next door.
-Haaang...! Eut...! Aaah...!
-Huuung...! Deeper, so deep...! Haaa...!
At first, they thought it was a hallucination.
But the more they held their breath and listened, the clearer and more explicit the sounds from beyond the wall became.
The wet slap of flesh on flesh, and a woman's endless, breathless moans that sounded like she was on the verge of passing out.
"No way..."
The woman shot him an incredulous look.
The man, face drained pale, swallowed dryly and nodded.
"They're... doing it... right?"
"Yeah... they are."
It wasn't that strange.
This was a couples' spot with private mixed baths, after all.
Hell, they'd just been at it themselves.
And in a thin wooden structure like this, imperfect soundproofing meant thick lovemaking from next door was bound to carry over.
But the weird part? It wasn't just two people.
Interwoven with the man's low, guttural grunts were moans unmistakably from two different women.
"Th-this is crazy...? They're doing a threesome...?"
The woman muttered in horrified awe.
Forgetting their fight entirely, they now focused every nerve on the sounds drifting from next door.
-Aang! Ah! In, inside me... hut, fill me up...!
-Hute... Me, me too... hurry...!
To them, whatever was happening beyond the wall sounded unimaginably intense.
Two women taking turns—or sometimes together—gasping and shrieking in ecstasy, breaths ragged like they were dying.
The listening woman's face flushed beet red in an instant.
...I'm jealous.
She unconsciously twisted her thighs together, squirming.
Compared to her boyfriend who'd crashed after one go, this guy was on another level—like a proper stud...
Just hearing it made her lower belly tingle, her panties soaking through.
Time dragged on.
Five minutes. Ten. Thirty.
-Haa... hat! Aaah...!
And then... an hour.
Even after a full hour, the moans from next door showed no sign of stopping.
If anything, as time passed, the voices grew more lascivious, more desperate.
"Haa..."
Finally, the woman—who'd started out merely envious—hit her limit and shot to her feet.
Her boyfriend, slumped at the bed's edge, stared blankly into space, pride shattered, soul seemingly fled.
She glared at him with utter disdain, then irritably grabbed her clothes and started dressing.
"I'm going out for some air. You stay here and recover your stamina or whatever."
With that, she slammed the door on her way out.
"Haaa...! Do, Dojin aa...! Eut, deep, so deeeep...!"
"Huuung...! Haaang...!"
On the plush futon spread over the warm ondol floor.
The thin yukata robes had long since been stripped off and discarded on the floor.
In the room lit only by soft lighting, sweat- and fluid-slicked bodies writhed and bucked.
When Eunha and Eunseo started their seduction...
I'd tried to keep my wits, fumbling with shaky hands to tear open a condom packet.
But.
"We don't need something like this, right?"
"Yeah. Our jagi feels the best bareback anyway."
Eunha and Eunseo seized my hands in sync, snatched the packet, and tossed it into a corner.
Who could hold back?
In the end, I laid Eunha and Eunseo on the floor and took turns fucking them.
Squelch-! Splatter-!
I had Eunha flat on her back, Eunseo draped over her from above.
It really looked like I was fucking them both at once.
I thrust straight into Eunseo.
"Huat...! Aang! Aaah...!"
Every time I buried myself to the hilt, Eunseo's back arched like it might snap, unleashing near-screams of pleasure.
From her lips spilled nothing but beastly gasps, soaked in ecstasy—no coherent words left.
"C-come...! Inside, deep in me... all of it...!"
As Eunseo threw her head back in convulsions.
I unleashed into the deepest part of her womb.
Spurt! Splurt! Spuuurt-!
"Aaaaang-!!!!"
Eunseo shuddered violently head to toe, then collapsed limp onto Eunha beneath her.
"Haa... haa..."
As I panted and pulled out, a lewd pop sounded, and cum gushed from Eunseo's entrance.
"My... turn now."
Eunha, pinned underneath, wriggled with ragged breaths.
She carefully shoved the collapsed Eunseo aside to her side.
Then she crawled toward me, pressed my shoulders, and pushed me down onto the soft futon.
Slipping-.
Eunha swept back her sweat-damp hair, straddled my hips, and spread her legs.
She gripped my cock, aiming it.
"Here... hute... going in..."
Eunha lowered herself, swallowing me deep in one go.
"Aut...! Aaah... so full..."
Riding me cowgirl, Eunha braced her hands on my chest and rocked her hips up and down.
Each rise and slam made her heavy breasts bounce wildly in the air.
Even as I huffed to match her rhythm, I reached out and gently kneaded Eunseo's breast where she lay passed out beside us.
"Huuung... ja, jagiya..."
Half-unconscious, Eunseo still twisted her hips at my touch.
Eunha, riding me hard, glanced down at the sight with surging jealousy and arousal.
Squelch, thrust-! Clap, splat!
The cowgirl position dragged on for about ten minutes.
"Kuh...!"
I couldn't withstand the squeezing vise of Eunha's tight, scorching walls any longer.
I erupted inside her too.
Spurrrt! Splurt!
"Aang-!! Do, Dojin aa...! Aaah, hot, so hoooot...!"
Eunha's back bowed like a drawn bow in climax, then she collapsed onto my chest, utterly spent, gasping.
"Haa... haa... ugh..."
I wheezed, carefully lifting Eunha off and laying her beside Eunseo.
Every muscle screamed, my spine felt broken. Thirst clawed at me too.
Dragging my trembling legs, I staggered up and opened the minifridge in the corner.
Grabbed three cold water bottles—one I chugged right there.
The icy stream down my throat was pure bliss.
"Here, drink."
The other two, I uncapped and held to the lips of Eunha and Eunseo, who lay gasping on the floor.
They barely opened their eyes, mouths gaping like baby birds, gulping it down.
About five minutes after the storm passed and we'd caught our breath.
Knock knock knock.
A knock at the door.
"...?"
I set down my water, tilting my head.
No room service ordered—who at this timing? Thinking maybe a staffer had business, I snatched up the scattered robes and threw one on.
Covered the naked Eunha and Eunseo with the blanket.
Tied my sash tight and slid open the door to the entranceway.
"Yes, what is it... huh?"
No staffer greeted me.
Instead, a young woman in a yukata, face twisted in clear annoyance and irritation, glared daggers.
I stepped out, closed the sliding door, and asked what was up.
Arms crossed tight, she fired off without preamble.
"I know this is a place for couples."
"Yeah, yeah... and?"
She scowled harder at my reply.
"You know it's hanok-style, right? Thin wooden doors and hanji paper—it's right in front of you."
"Yeah... it is."
She sighed deeply, exasperated.
Then jabbed a thumb at my door for the clincher.
"Soundproofing isn't perfect."
"Ah."
"Not animals... tone it down."
"Ah. Um. Yeah. Sorry."
I bowed my head immediately.
"...Fine, apology accepted. Just... do other stuff sometimes."
"Yes. Yes."
Unconditional surrender. My bad.
I nodded and apologized profusely to everything else she said.
She left shortly after.
Of course... there was still a problem.
We had to hit the mixed bath next.
Just washing. For real.
I steeled myself and headed back inside.