Sauna Teasing and the Neighbor's Plea
When we first stepped into the jjimjilbang, people's stares had poured over the three of us like we'd stumbled upon some exotic sideshow.
But fortunately, modern folks' curiosity about strangers doesn't last long.
As we settled quietly into a secluded corner and lay down to rest, those blatant gazes naturally scattered, everyone drifting back to their own routines.
"Haa... Finally feel like I can breathe."
I lay flat on my back against the warm ondol floor, stretching out my aching back with a long pull.
We stared up at the ceiling, chatting about ordinary, everyday stuff.
"The crypto market's gone totally insane lately, right? You wake up and billions are flying around—feels like I've lost all sense of reality."
"Tell me about it. I used to only see that kind of thing on the news, but knowing our jagi has two billion? Still feels unreal."
"Dojin, what're you gonna do with all that money?"
Eunha's eyes sparkled as she asked, and Eunseo chimed in, unleashing a flood of future-talk.
Like which stocks would skyrocket, or how chewy Dubai cookies would trend... you know, that kind of thing.
We went on like that for a good while, swapping stories about the world and money, until—
Gurgle—
My body was demanding fuel.
"Ah... I'm starving."
Come to think of it, since arriving here, we hadn't had a proper meal—just burned through stamina like maniacs.
Going at it so intensely back-to-back with two women? Not being hungry would've been the weird part.
I hauled myself up unsteadily.
"Gonna hit the snack bar for something. What do you two want?"
"Hmm... Roasted eggs for me! And sikhye."
"Sikhye for me too. Oh, and grab some sweet snacks—anything, jagiya."
I nodded and did some light stretches to loosen my stiff back and shoulders.
Crack, pop—
Hearing that, Eunseo—still sprawled on the floor—curled her lips into a playful smirk.
Slide—
Eunseo snuggled into Eunha's arms beside her and grabbed a handful of Eunha's breasts bulging over her jjimjilbang clothes.
"Eek! Wh-what the hell!"
Startled, Eunha shrieked and reflexively smacked Eunseo's hand.
But instead of pulling away, Eunseo squeezed again with a lewd grin.
"Hehe. Just groping your tits a bit—why freak out? Same body anyway."
"You're insane! Everyone's staring!"
"Anyway..."
Eunseo glanced up at me and smacked her lips.
"Seeing our jagi struggle to stretch his back like that... Guess we wrung him out too hard earlier, huh?"
Her blatantly filthy joke made me cringe hard.
"Not like some neighborhood bathhouse ajumma... Watch your mouth."
"Ugh, you are acting like an ajumma! Scram!"
Eunha recoiled in horror, twisting away to put distance between them.
But Eunseo was long past any semblance of shame.
"Ajumma? How mean."
She grinned obnoxiously, then—still lying down—shot both hands straight up into the air.
And with them, she started making an obscene gesture, measuring out some massive 'size' and 'length' in midair.
"...!"
Of course... Eunha knew exactly what that meant.
Her face flushed tomato-red in an instant.
"Y-you... what the...?"
Eunha gawked in shock, but Eunseo just slid those hands down to her own lower belly and mimed a deep thrust.
"Why? Am I wrong?"
Eunseo shot back coolly, tapping her belly.
"Be honest—it hurt like hell earlier, right? That stupidly huge thing shoving all the way up here. Your belly was bulging out."
"Haa...! Sh-shut up, please...!"
"If you're pissed, tell our jagi to go easy next time. Otherwise, we might both actually burst."
Eunha trembled head to toe in humiliation, clutching her burning cheeks with both hands.
"Who the fuck says shit like that out loud! You're a total psycho!"
Seeing Eunha lose it like that, I knew I'd get dragged in if I stuck around.
No way. Time to bail.
I spun on my heel.
Hurried toward the snack bar like I was fleeing.
Whew. Total ajumma vibes.
"This is so annoying. Why do I end up as that smug pervert ajumma?"
"Pervert? It's just advice for your benefit."
After I bolted for the snack bar, Eunha and Eunseo lay prone side by side on the mat, bickering like kids.
Eunha fanned her flushed cheeks, while Eunseo giggled endlessly at her reaction.
Then.
Slide—
A long shadow stretched over their squabbling mat.
"Huh...?"
Eunha noticed first and looked up.
Eunseo turned her head to see the person standing in front of them.
"...!" "...!"
In that instant, both their faces went rigid.
The woman before them was a total stranger—a young one, at that.
But not that much of a stranger.
I'd told them about her, after all.
The girl from the room next door.
The one who'd finally snapped and stormed out to chew me out harshly.
"Um, excuse me..."
She hesitated, her voice tentative.
Her lips quivered, and for some reason, her face was beet-red all the way to her ears.
The moment she spoke, Eunha and Eunseo shrank like scolded puppies, hunching their shoulders as they scrambled to their feet.
Sh-shit. She followed us to complain?
People everywhere—she gonna humiliate us in public?!
They exchanged pale glances.
Then, like they'd rehearsed, they shot up and bowed deeply before her.
"S-sorry!"
"We really... lost control earlier... We're truly sorry. We, we won't make noise again...!"
Eunha and Eunseo took turns pouring out apologies, bending at the waist.
And then—
"Ah, n-no! That's not it!"
The woman jumped in alarm, waving her hands frantically.
If anything, she looked more flustered than the two apologizing.
"I-I didn't come here for an apology..."
She swallowed hard, glanced around at the other people, and took a step closer.
"My name's Hyejin Kim, twenty-three. That... you're the ones from next door earlier, right?"
She clasped her hands tightly at her navel, eyes glued to the floor.
Her face burned brighter than ever, lips trembling as she went on.
"It's not... I'm not here to complain. I, um, I n-need some... advice."
"...Advice?"
Eunseo blinked, furrowing her brow in confusion.
Eunha tilted her head, staring at the woman.
Head still bowed, she fidgeted with her thumbs and mumbled in a voice like a whisper.
"That... earlier, you went at it for so long. Like over an hour, no breaks, nonstop..."
"...!!"
"My... my boyfriend finishes in under five minutes. No stamina at all..."
Hyejin's voice trailed off smaller and smaller.
"Is there... a secret to making your boyfriend last that long? Or do you two just take turns so he doesn't tire out? Or maybe... some special position or technique to keep a guy going that long...?"
"..."
"..."
Eunha and Eunseo froze in status paralysis.
They turned creaky necks to face each other.
—Wtf? How do we handle this?
—Beats me? You answer—you're the experienced one.
Something like that passed between their stares.
What the hell do you even say in a ridiculous, mortifying situation like this?
Naturally, all Eunha and Eunseo could do was gape.
"Haa..."
I trudged slowly toward the snack bar, letting out a deep sigh.
The jjimjilbang interior was the picture of peace.
Earthen scents mingled with the nutty aroma of roasted eggs, tickling my nose.
On the vast wooden floor, couples and families clustered in groups, each enjoying their downtime.
My eyes drifted naturally to the couples around us.
In one corner, a pair huddled heads together, watching a movie on their phone.
Another had the guy using his girl's lap as a pillow, playfully tapping noses.
Yet another duo sported towel turbans, giggling nonstop as they snapped selfies.
'...'
Watching these utterly normal, sweet, wholesome lovers...
A brutal wave of reality crashed over me.
Everyone's just chilling so healthily and peacefully.
What the hell had we done the second we arrived at this onsen inn?
Dove straight into a threesome almost immediately.
Not content with that, we'd even done a nursing titjob in the mixed bath...
Maybe we're the only ones abnormally obsessed with pleasure.
Normal couples come to places like this to eat good food, take in the views, share light touches, and recharge.
They don't act like dogs in heat!
I stood there self-reflecting as I reached the snack bar counter.
"Two sikhye, three roasted eggs, and... ring this up, please."
As I bought the snacks, I vowed we'd spend the rest of the trip peacefully, like any normal couple.
Payment done, I carefully balanced the tray—bobbing ice in cool sikhye, warm eggs—and headed back to our spot.
I arrived back. Or rather... I stopped dead.
Because... wasn't that the girl from next door?
Eunha and Eunseo were comforting her.
'???'
What the hell. What happened?