The Neighbor Who Seduced Me (1)
She came toward the sofa carrying a small tray, teacups and tea bags arranged neatly on top. And in that instant, I couldn't take my eyes off her.
Wait. Is she not wearing a bra?
I hadn't noticed when she first came in, but looking at her head-on now, there was no question. She wasn't wearing one. Through the thin, slip-like fabric, two plump, rounded shapes stood out in sharp relief.
She reached the sofa and sat down right beside me, close enough that our thighs nearly touched. Setting the tray on the table, she picked up two tea bags and held them out.
"What would you like?"
"I'll... take the jasmine."
That was what I said, anyway. My attention was locked entirely on her chest.
Sunlight pouring in through the living room window passed straight through her clothes, laying bare the full, heavy breasts hidden underneath. Every time she moved her arms, the thin fabric clung to her tits and traced their shape with almost obscene clarity.
There had been a few times before when she hadn't worn a bra. It had never been this blatant. Never this raw.
She dropped a tea bag into a cup and held it out to me. Then she added, almost casually,
"You can look, you know."
"...What?"
I jerked my gaze up to her face, startled. The corner of her mouth curled into a slow, suggestive smile.
"You've been staring this whole time, haven't you? At my chest." She let out a little snicker.
Ah, damn. Had I been that obvious? I'd been looking at nothing else since I sat down. Of course she'd noticed.
"You're right. I didn't put a bra on today. But we're close enough that I can show you this much, aren't we?"
She wasn't wrong. We were the kind of people who tossed around heavy, filthy jokes without so much as blinking. Not that it had been entirely my idea. Last time, I'd run my hand up her leg and even felt her pubic hair.
"Well... I... I suppose we are."
"Exactly. So if you want to look, just look. No need to hide it." She giggled.
She was even more open than I'd thought.
"Oh, right. About that lube you recommended last time — is there another version? My husband said it runs a little hot."
"...Ah. Right. Another version... I'll look into it."
She'd come to me for advice once, complaining that things had gone stale in the bedroom, that she kept drying up in the middle of sex. I'd suggested she try lubricant.
"We're almost out of it now. My husband absolutely loved it, you know."
That was more than you'd go through even having sex every single day. A one-liter bottle, gone in a month? Either Ju-yeong was a total nymphomaniac, or her husband was insatiable. One of the two.
She took a sip of tea, then glanced at me sideways and went on.
"I must seem insatiable, huh? I can't help it. They say a woman's sex drive explodes once she hits her thirties. I guess that's what's happening to me."
"Is that a thing? First I've heard of it."
Though, now that she mentioned it, it did sound vaguely familiar.
"I think it must be true, though. Because that's exactly how I've been lately."
"So it's just... boiling over, then?" I laughed.
She jabbed her elbow playfully into my side.
"That's right. So hurry up and seduce me already. Or just give in the next time I come onto you."
God, I wanted to. She had a beautiful face and a body that could put most women to shame. But I didn't particularly want to get stamped as the neighborhood homewrecker. So I kept treating it like a joke. Just banter. Nothing more.
"Ha. What if I actually did seduce you? Think you could handle it? A relationship like that?"
"What's there to handle? We'd just have a little fun. Keep it hot." She laughed, light and easy.
If anyone couldn't handle this, it was me. The way she tossed out jokes that filthy without batting an eye.
"Do you talk like this with other people too?"
"Like this?"
"Yeah. The way you talk to me."
"Not at all. I only do this because it's you, Hyeonsu. And you know not all of it is a joke, right? There's some truth mixed in."
I wasn't an idiot. I'd had a pretty good idea. More than half of what she said was genuine. I'd just been looking the other way on purpose. Pretending it was all in fun.
Ju-yeong took another sip of tea, then looked at me — really looked at me. The playful glint she'd been wearing this whole time was gone. She held my eyes and didn't look away.
A sudden tightness in the air. I swallowed without meaning to.
"Hyeonsu."
"...Yes?"
She parted her lips as if the words sitting on her tongue were too embarrassing to let out, then thought better of it and lifted her cup for another sip. Silence stretched between us again. She sat there thinking for a long moment. Then she scooted even closer, leaned in until her lips were at my ear, and whispered, low and quiet.
My mind went blank.
This wasn't the teasing tone she'd been using all afternoon. She meant it. Every word was firm.
"...What?"
"You heard me."
"...Are you serious?"
"Yes."
Holy shit. She actually wanted to shower together? What other reason would a man and a woman have for that? It was just a roundabout way of saying she wanted to have sex.
I needed to say something — anything — but my mouth wouldn't open. The word yes rose all the way to the back of my throat, and I still couldn't get it out.
Damn ethics. Damn morality.
Granted, what I was doing with Mom was already way over the line, but...
She leaned in and whispered against my ear a second time.
"Let's shower together. Right now."
My heart slammed against my ribs. This was the moment I might have been hoping for all along, whether I'd admitted it or not. I turned my head and met her eyes. And then, before I knew what I was doing — as if something had taken hold of me — I nodded.
Only then did she break into a wide, delighted smile.
"Really? You mean it. No backing out. Understood?"
A married woman. She had a husband. She had a child. And still, shaking off the temptation of a face like hers was no easy thing.
"I'll go in first. You come in right after me."
She rose from the sofa and headed for the bathroom, holding my gaze the entire way, making it impossible to refuse. The door closed behind her. I stood up from my seat.
I moved toward the bathroom in a daze, like a man sleepwalking, each step slow and heavy. Should I really go in? The second I opened that door, whatever this was between us would become an affair.
The questions kept coming. I walked toward the bathroom anyway. The answer was already decided. Open the door and go in. Right now. And I had no intention of refusing.
I stopped in front of the bathroom, drew a long breath, wrapped my hand around the handle, and pushed the door open slowly.
Click.
The door swung in, and Ju-yeong filled my vision completely. She was standing there in front of me, not wearing a single thread.
The body I'd only ever imagined, every time we met. Her breasts were well past a D-cup, so firm they didn't sag so much as a millimeter, standing proudly forward. A narrow waist flared into wide, full hips. Below that, taut thighs ran down into long, slender calves and ankles. And then the part that mattered most. Between neatly trimmed pubic hair, her pussy split in a long, inviting line that looked almost good enough to eat.
I was losing my mind.
Something I hadn't even imagined thirty minutes ago — no. Something I had imagined, just a little — was unfolding right in front of me.
"Am I pretty?"
She cupped one breast lightly in her hand as she asked.
"...You are. God, you are."
How could she not be? She'd only just turned thirty. She might lounge around the house looking a little undone, but with a body and a face like that, a little effort was all it would take to pass for a woman in her early twenties.
She let out a small, pleased laugh.
"Your turn. Take it off."
She gave me a warm, open smile I'd never seen on her before. The pink nipples crowning those full breasts looked good enough to bite.
I stripped off my shirt and pants in a haze, as if I were the one under a spell. My underwear tented out in the middle, almost comically, and I peeled that off too. The cock that had been crushed and straining inside sprang free.
It rose at a slight upward curve, maybe forty-five degrees, the shaft mapped with veins that had been holding back far too long.
"Oh my god. Hyeonsu."
Her pupils blew wide. Her mouth fell open. Even at the public bathhouse, I tended to become a spectacle for the other men. I might not have been confident about much else, but I could say this without hesitation: I was bigger than anyone. Her husband's probably couldn't even compare. Faced with that thick, heavy cock for the first time, Ju-yeong lost her words entirely.
"Am I pretty too... I mean — is this alright?"
"Yes. Of course it is."
Standing here naked, facing each other like this, I kept asking myself whether any of it was okay. There was only ever one answer. I wanted this. I wanted to touch her.
"Hyeonsu. Will you hold me?"
She opened her arms and leaned toward me. I didn't have time to think. I pulled her in tight.
Soft. The full, yielding weight of her breasts pressed against me, every inch of them. Her small frame tucked neatly into my arms. The smoothness of her skin. The warmth of her body. That faint, sweet scent. It was so intense I thought I might actually lose my mind.
"Oh!"
"What is it?"
"You poked me." She snickered.
The height difference had driven my cock straight into her stomach.
"Ah. Sorry."
"No, no. I actually like it."
She reached down and wrapped her hand around my cock, taking the whole thing in her grip. Then she tipped her head back to look up at me.
"I've never seen one this big. My husband's isn't even half this."
"Ah... i-is that so?"
She rolled my cock in her fist and turned her wrist, stroking me with a slow, deliberate pressure. A wet, slick sound accompanied each twist. A shiver of pleasure ran through my whole body, sharp enough to make my hips twitch.
"You gave in, huh?"
"Yeah. I guess I did."
"See? Isn't this so much better, just giving in the moment I come onto you?"
She was right. I should have given in a long time ago.
She kept working my cock in her hand, watching me in silence. Those round eyes. Those pretty lips. My heart, already pounding, started beating even faster. And then, before I knew what I was doing, I leaned in and pressed my mouth to hers.