Why Is My Panties Here?
Two days had passed since I'd taken the growth accelerator and a bunch of penis length enhancers. After wrapping up my uneventful night shift at the convenience store this morning, I crashed in my rooftop room and woke up around lunchtime. Right away, my eyes locked onto the massive morning wood tenting the middle of my blanket like a damn flagpole.
It still felt weird seeing this beast—nothing like the modest little guy I'd known for over twenty years—but the way it filled my hand with that hot, rock-hard girth sent waves of satisfaction crashing into pure ecstasy. I savored the throbbing pulse against my palm for a moment before dragging myself up. Time for lunch with the landlord couple downstairs.
Mid-June heat had kicked in hard, so after a quick cold shower to rinse off the sweat, I slipped on my trusty Yas System glasses—practically an extension of me now—and headed down to the first floor.
Knock knock knock.
The door swung open almost immediately, and there was Hyunjeong, apron tied on, greeting me with her usual warmth.
"Come on in, Hyungsik. It's hot today, so I made bibim guksu noodles. Dig in, okay?"
"You bet, I could eat a horse. And damn, Hyunjeong, you look extra gorgeous today."
"Oh, you smooth talker, flattering me out of nowhere like that. Hohoho... Get in here quick. I'll dish up the noodles, and we can eat right away."
Her thin clothes clung just right in the heat, accentuating those killer curves under the apron. My sincere compliment made her cheeks flush a bit, her lips curving up in a pleased smile. As she turned back toward the kitchen after I stepped inside, her huge ass jiggled enticingly under that flimsy flare skirt, bouncing with every step.
I fought down the heat stirring in my crotch—cold shower be damned—and headed to the kitchen table, where the landlord was already seated.
"Right on time, Hyungsik. Hey, honey, it's a hassle opening the door every time. Just give him the door lock code already."
"Nah, Uncle, even if you treat me like a son, I'm still an outsider. You'd probably feel weird if I had the password..."
"It's fine, it's fine. What's uncomfortable between us? Right, honey?"
"I'm okay with it, but we should check with Jia first. We'll talk later."
His sudden offer tempted me, but with Hyunjeong's true feelings unclear, I politely brushed it off to avoid any awkwardness. She used her absent daughter Jia as an excuse to table it. Guess our relationship wasn't that close yet. Shoving the thought aside, I grabbed my chopsticks and dove into the cool, spicy bibim guksu.
Slurp, slurp slurp.
A twinge of disappointment from the exchange lingered as I sucked up the noodles, but my eyes kept stealing glances at Hyunjeong now that she'd ditched the apron. Her heavy tits strained against the thin fabric, the outline of her bra crystal clear, with just a hint of creamy flesh peeking through. Those mouthwatering jugs had me sneaking peeks left and right, and before I knew it, my bowl was empty.
"Hyungsik, more noodles?"
"Yeah, just a bit more, please."
She noticed my empty bowl and asked if I wanted seconds. Stomach-wise, I had room, but I was angling for another eyeful. As she stood and turned to refill it, that plump backside filled my view again. When she leaned forward to scoop the noodles, her ass pushed out, stretching the thin skirt taut. The panty line glowed through—tiny thing barely covering her crack, leaving most of those wide hips and fat cheeks exposed.
It looked just like the purple panties I'd swiped while peeping on her shower last time. My cock couldn't hold back anymore; it surged fully erect under the table.
'Fuck, that's hot as hell... Wanna grind my dick all over that juicy ass.'
Even with her husband right there chowing down, my head filled with filthy thoughts of railing her nympho body.
"Not too much, right?"
"Nah, perfect. Looks delicious."
She turned back with the full bowl, her shirt collar gaping to flash deep cleavage and perky titflesh. I answered her question while staring, calling it mouthwatering.
****
After lunch—and tea with the couple—I headed back upstairs. The landlord wanted to chat more, but with my dick throbbing from Hyunjeong's curves, jerking off was priority one before my evening shift. I mumbled some excuse about work and bailed.
Whoosh! Throb throb ❤️
Inside, I yanked down pants and underwear in one go. My 14.8cm monster sprang free—now so long I needed two hands. Gripping the proud, twitching shaft, that scorching hardness filled my palms with a rush of pride and accomplishment.
Knock knock knock!
"Hyungsik, you in there? It's Hyunjeong."
I was mid-fantasy about her slutty body, hand on my dick, when she knocked. Panicking, I scrambled into my pants, grabbed a book to hide the obvious bulge, and cracked the door.
"Hyungsik, open up already... Reading?"
"Uh, yeah... Was zoned in, missed the knock at first. What's up?"
"Yeah, they sent some melons from the countryside. Forgot to give 'em to you at lunch, so I brought 'em up."
"Thanks, Hyunjeong. I'll enjoy 'em."
"Wait, Hyungsik!"
I took the plastic bag of melons, book shielding my tented crotch, and tried to close the door. But her foot jammed the gap.
Stunned, I eased off. She held out her palm, smudged with something dark.
"Grabbed the railing on the way up, got this on my hand. Mind if I wash it off?"
"Sure, come in."
Couldn't turn her away after she climbed up just for me. Still rock-hard, I hid it as best I could and let her in.
Bending to slip off her shoes, her ass ballooned out in those same lunch clothes, plump and teasing. My cock jerked wildly on instinct, precum oozing from the tip and soaking my underwear.
"Ahem!... Sink's over here, Hyunjeong."
"I'll use the bathroom. Don't wash dirty hands in the kitchen sink where you prep food."
Guiding her to the sink, but she insisted on the bathroom and headed there. As her hand hit the knob, I remembered my dirty secret stashed inside—the one she could not see.
"Hyunjeong, wait!..."
Click, creak.
Too late—she'd beaten me inside.
Splashhhh, splash splash.
Door shut, water ran, hands scrubbed. 'Fuck. I'm screwed. Totally fucked.'
Praying she skipped the towel rack and just washed up, I paced. Water stopped... pause... door opened.
And there she stood, holding a pair of purple panties in her hand.
"Hyungsik, why is my panty in here?"