The Goddess Next Door
I collapsed onto the floor the moment I opened the front door and stepped inside.
The familiar, musty air of my studio apartment rushed in, stinging my lungs.
"Haa..."
A long, heavy sigh escaped my lips.
Today, I got laid off.
It wasn't because I did anything wrong.
The company's financial situation had simply deteriorated, and I was just the most expendable cog in the machine—a low-level employee targeted for downsizing.
I graduated from an ordinary university and landed an ordinary first job.
That job, which had been an extension of my utterly average appearance and personality, had vanished in an instant.
Slumped on the floor, I stared blankly into space and looked back on my past.
If there was a single anomaly in my otherwise mundane life, it was the fact that I had dated a few women who were far too beautiful for me.
But even that ended in bitter self-deprecation.
Because none of those relationships lasted.
The pattern was always the same.
We would date for a bit, and once we crossed the line and started sleeping together, my ex-girlfriends' behavior would change drastically.
After our first time, their affection would skyrocket to an almost abnormal degree.
To be honest, seeing them tremble with pleasure during sex gave me an incredible sense of conquest and satisfaction.
From then on, they were always the ones begging for more, clinging to me.
Sometimes, we'd meet up for a date only to spend the entire day locked in a motel room doing nothing but that.
But the problem was...
After burning so hot, every single one of them would suddenly ghost me or unilaterally break things off without a single word of explanation.
Dating, sleeping together, growing closer, showing an affection bordering on obsession, and then—suddenly—it was over.
It was the exact same pattern every time, as if they had all agreed on it.
It drove me crazy.
Desperate for answers, I would call them dozens of times and beg, but I was met with nothing but silence.
I could only guess that the issue lay in our physical relationship itself.
But no matter how much I racked my brain, I couldn't think of anything I had done wrong.
I did it just like anyone else—completely average and normal.
If anything, weren't they the ones who seemed overwhelmingly satisfied and clung to me?
The fact that they felt so much pleasure every time and eventually started demanding it first...
If that was the anomaly, it should have been a badge of pride for any man.
But how could that be the reason they left?
I clutched my head, but I still couldn't make sense of it.
Suddenly, a memory of something my father had once told me flashed through my mind.
"Dohun, you have a constitution like your old man. It's going to be hard for you to receive wholehearted love from women."
I hadn't understood what he meant back then.
I had even felt a bit smug, wondering if it was because I was exceptionally well-endowed.
But with this pattern of abandonment repeating after every sexual relationship, I realized my father hadn't been wrong.
So, at some point, I gave up on dating altogether.
It was better to be alone than to keep suffering the same sense of loss and self-doubt.
Besides, by the end of college, I was so overwhelmed with job hunting that I didn't even have the energy to care about women.
After luckily landing a job, I was so drained by overtime and company dinners that I completely erased the existence of women from my life.
"And yet, this is how I end up... Ha."
Lamenting my new status as an unemployed loser, I dragged myself up.
I walked into the living room and turned on the TV out of habit.
On the screen, under dazzling stage lights, the top-tier girl group Stella was smiling brightly while performing their perfectly synchronized choreography.
I let out a dry chuckle as I watched the center member, who stood out with her uniquely elegant beauty.
Jet-black hair cascading down to her waist, and deep, sparkling obsidian eyes that looked as if they held the starlight itself.
Pale skin and soft pink lips.
A perfect, glamorous body with curves in all the right places, fitting for an idol.
And her full, swaying breasts, which possessed a charm that went far beyond mere prettiness.
She was my ex-girlfriend, and my first love.
Kim Yuna.
The idol better known to the public by her stage name, Yu Sia.
I met Yuna right after entering college.
She was strikingly beautiful.
Even now, it felt like a dream that someone like me had managed to date her—a girl who exuded an unapproachable aura—after a chance encounter during a college retreat.
Naturally, we shared our first sexual experience together.
Since it was the first time for both of us, I vividly remember how shy we were even holding hands, and how nervous I was that I might hurt her.
But contrary to my worries, our first time was fantastic.
Though our movements were clumsy, the moment we shared our warmth was incredibly precious.
Especially the ecstatic expression Yuna made when she reached her climax, panting heavily in my arms.
The sense of conquest and thrill I felt in that moment was still deeply etched into my brain.
"The reason I love you~ isn't just because of how I feel~"
I blankly hummed along to Stella's hit song, which could be heard on every street corner.
I was genuinely happy for Yuna's success.
Not only had she succeeded as an idol, but she had also landed lead roles in dramas, earning recognition for her acting skills and walking a path of pure gold.
On the other hand, the fact that I had once been the lover of such a brilliantly shining woman felt like the sole point of pride in my otherwise pathetic life.
Then, a news article that had taken the internet by storm a few days ago crossed my mind.
Stella's sudden announcement of an indefinite hiatus.
The agency cited accumulated fatigue and health reasons, but the internet was boiling with all kinds of rumors.
A hiatus right when they should be striking while the iron was hot?
And the agency actually permitted it?
It was bound to raise eyebrows.
The most prominent rumor fueling the suspicion was...
I had snorted and dismissed the rumor.
The Yuna I knew was goal-oriented, upright, strong, and highly responsible.
Of course, the years we spent apart and the entertainment industry could have changed her.
But in my memory, she wasn't the kind of woman who would do something so irresponsible, especially if it meant hurting her group.
Well, it's not my place to worry. She's just an ex-girlfriend anyway.
Sighing, I turned off the TV and headed to the bathroom.
She had become a star in the unreachable sky, while I had become an unemployed loser cooped up in his room.
The gap in our social status was wider than the distance between heaven and earth.
I was drying my hair with a towel after finishing my shower when it happened.
Rustle—
Through the thin wall, I heard something moving in the next unit.
The soundproofing in this run-down officetel was notoriously terrible.
I stopped towel-drying my hair and tilted my head.
I saw the previous tenant move out yesterday. Did a new tenant move in while I was at work?
Just as I was about to dismiss it as nothing...
"Haa... Ah..."
A faint but distinct moan of a woman leaked through the wall.
It was a sticky, sweet moan thick with heat, sounding as if she were desperately yearning for something.
Realizing what it was, I flinched and instinctively pressed my ear flat against the wall.
"...hun, Dohun-aaah...!"
...What?
Startled, I took a step back from the wall.
She was calling my name.
What's more, the voice sounded incredibly similar to Yuna's, which had been lingering in my head just moments ago.
I let out a hollow laugh and shook my head vigorously.
Get a grip. I'm so out of it today that I'm starting to imagine things.
The top idol Kim Yuna moving into this dilapidated officetel?
And right next door to me?
As if such a coincidence could ever exist.
And on top of that, masturbating while calling out my name?
It was utterly absurd.
Hearing that ten million dollars had been deposited into my bank account tomorrow morning would be more realistic.
"Hngh...!"
But the sticky moaning from next door didn't stop.
I swallowed hard.
The vivid sounds of the woman pleasuring herself next door sent a rush of blood straight to my groin, making me heavy.
...Should I just rub one out and go to sleep?
I debated it for a moment, but the sheer exhaustion of the day won out. I forced my desires down, lay on the bed, and pulled the blanket over my head.
Yet, even after an hour, the muffled moans from next door showed no signs of stopping.
"Ah! Dohun... more... more, ah...!"
Annoyance slowly began to bubble up.
No matter how hot the moans were, at this point, it was just sleep-depriving noise pollution.
Besides, she kept crying out my name so desperately that it was impossible to ignore, keeping me wide awake.
I tossed and turned, trying to summon every ounce of patience I had.
"Ahhh...!!"
But as the moaning dragged on for over two hours, my patience finally snapped.
Is she a cat in heat or something? Who masturbates for two hours straight?! Is she insane?!
I bolted upright and ruffled my hair in frustration.
No matter how awkward or embarrassing the situation was, this was crossing the line.
If I didn't go and warn her right now, I wouldn't get a single wink of sleep tonight.
Stomping out of my apartment, I stood in front of the door next door.
But when I actually went to press the doorbell, a wave of nervousness hit me.
A woman was in the middle of pleasuring herself, reaching her climax, and the guy next door was ringing her bell to complain about the noise.
Just imagining it made a cold sweat run down my spine.
As I stood there clenching and unclenching my fists, torn on what to do...
"Dohun...! I-I think I'm gonna cum—!!"
A muffled, desperate cry erupted from behind the door.
Dammit!
Driven over the edge by that explosive moan, I instinctively slammed my finger onto the doorbell.
*Ding-dong—*
"Kyaaaah—!?"
A piercing shriek rang out from inside.
Followed by—
*Clatter! Thud!*
A chaotic racket echoed from within the apartment.
I took a step back, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Ah... maybe I should have just endured it. No... I've already come this far. I'm seeing this through.
A suffocating silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity.
Only the loud thumping of my heart pounded in my ears.
*Click—*
A moment later, the heavy metal door swung open.
"Excuse me, I live next door. I'm sorry, but the noise is a bit too—"
I started to deliver my rehearsed complaint, but the scent wafting through the gap in the door cut me off entirely.
A wave of hot, humid air mixed with the scent of sweat.
A sweet, slightly musky, and distinctly feminine scent hit my nose, carrying an incredibly erotic heat.
And the moment I saw the face of the woman who opened the door, my heart stopped.
"Uh...?"
Damp, black hair clinging to her sweat-slicked face.
Flushed, rosy cheeks.
Obsidian eyes wide with shock, like a startled rabbit.
The very woman who had been smiling brightly on the TV screen just hours ago.
My ex-girlfriend, Kim Yuna.
We stared at each other blankly, as if time had ground to a halt.
Yuna's eyes trembled violently, as if she were looking at a ghost.
"Yu... Yuna? Kim Yuna...?"
I stammered her name, unable to believe my own eyes.
"Kim Dohun...?"
Yuna gasped my name in equal shock.
The situation was so surreal that my brain completely short-circuited.
Feeling my mind go completely blank, I opened and closed my mouth like a fish.
"Why are you... How are you here..."
Just as I was about to take a step back in sheer confusion...
Yuna suddenly grabbed me by the collar and lunged forward with terrifying intensity.
"Mmph?!"
Soft, hot, and achingly familiar lips crashed onto mine.
Her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, pulling me in as she thrust her tongue deep into my mouth, leaving me no room to breathe.
"Mmmph...?!"
"Chup, slurp... haah..."
Flustered by her sudden assault, I flailed my arms and let out a muffled groan.
But she held onto me with a vice grip, refusing to break the kiss as she dragged me backward into her apartment.
*Slam—!!*
The front door slammed shut with a heavy thud.
I was now inside the very room where she had been pleasuring herself, the air thick and sticky with her scent.
"Haa... haa..."
Yuna devoured my lips hungrily before finally pulling away, panting heavily.
Before I could even utter a word, she shoved me hard, sending me tumbling to the floor.
"Ugh!"
As I lay there in a daze...
Yuna stripped off her loose silk slip in one swift motion.
"Yu-Yuna?! What are you doing...!"
My panicked cry dissolved into the air.
Completely naked, she climbed on top of me.
Her full, voluptuous breasts and their pink nipples bounced up and down in sync with her ragged breathing.
Her pale skin glistened with sweat, and between her parted thighs, a sticky trail of clear arousal—the evidence of her solo session—glistened wetly.
Looking down at me, Yuna panted, her cheeks flushed crimson and her eyes completely glazed over, as if she had lost her mind.
"Haa... let's do it, Dohun."
She clutched my shirt, whispering with a hot, sticky breath.
"If I don't do it with you right now... I feel like I'm going to die. So..."
In college, she was the goddess every guy dreamed of.
And now, she was Yu Sia, the center of the nation's top girl group, Stella.
The goddess adored and envied by everyone was now looking down at me like a beast in heat, her lips trembling.
"Hurry... I want to fuck you so bad."
Unable to hold back any longer, she desperately craved the touch of her first experience with me once again.
