Part 1: Blue Panties 1
A college student's vacation is precious.
No — every vacation is precious.
You have to sleep in, you have to game, and since you don't have a girlfriend, more than anything else you have to put on porn all night long and jerk off to your heart's content.
I was in the middle of sketching out a vacation life packed with fun and pleasure when a call came from my uncle in the countryside. Come down for a bit during break, he said — show your face, and take some pocket money home while you're at it.
Uncle is a genuinely good man. He's good to me. And while he's being good to me, he keeps trying to be even better. Probably the love and attention my dead cousin should have received — should have been receiving — is landing on me instead. Knowing where that love and attention come from makes my heart heavy sometimes, but it still feels good. I'm grateful. It may not be enough, but if I can, I want to fill that empty place for them.
On the train down to the countryside, I thought about how to spend the next few days productively, checked the games installed on my phone, and ran through the faces of the porn actresses I'd only be able to watch on a tiny screen for a while.
Looking at the scenery, looking at my phone, playing games — and then we arrived. I climbed into Uncle's car; he'd come all the way to the station to pick me up.
"Hello, Uncle. Hello, Aunt."
If I was going to fill the empty place, I wanted to fill it properly before I left, so I put as much solid weight into my greeting as I could manage.
"Jinhyuk, look at you all grown up! I oughta give those balls a good feel once… heh heh. Done your military service and you're an adult. An adult. Gonna have to give you a commemorative gift…"
Uncle is a big man, built like someone who works with his hands. Having him around feels reassuring.
"Don't talk to the boy like that. Thank you for coming to visit so often, Jinhyuk. Have a good stay while you're here, and then head back safely."
Aunt is thin and pale. Tall and slender, she looks even more willowy for it; her slightly curly hair makes her seem thinner still. Ever since they lost my cousin, her expression has carried a heavy weight. It worries me.
"That's right. Just have a good time and head on back when you're done. As long as everyone's having fun, nothing else matters."
That was something my cousin used to say to me all the time — especially whenever we were doing something dirty.
"I'll have a good time, and I'll take good care of my balls on the way home."
Uncle teasing me with that warm, familiar roughness, and Aunt half-scolding him for it. The conversation always runs this way, though I'm never quite sure whether my answer is the right one. Uncle's line — as long as everyone's having fun, everything's okay — I think that way too. Memories of carefree days spent just playing with friends floated up.
We drove and drove down the country roads and arrived at the house. I was assigned the clean room I always use, unpacked my things, and stepped out into the living room — where a pretty woman I'd never seen before was waiting.
"Uh…? H-hello."
A relative I didn't know? She resembled Aunt a little — Aunt's younger sister, maybe? While I was still wondering, Aunt introduced her.
"Jinhyuk. Say hello. For a while she'll be staying here at the house with us… um… she's the village auntie…. Yes. Yes…. Call her Auntie while you're here."
A pretty auntie I'd never met. I thought that, and greeted her again.
"Hello. I'm Lee Jinhyuk."
Wanting to make a good impression left me a little tense.
"So your name is Jinhyuk. Your name and your face…. You're handsome."
A soft, clear voice of praise reached me. The pretty auntie naturally touched my arm, my shoulder, my cheek — lightly, softly, like a caress. I realized then that being doted on by a beautiful adult woman is an extremely pleasant thing. I could feel my ears turning red.
Being cast as a man she liked was far too lethal. A few light words of conversation, a few light touches, and my body and mind felt enchanted. Because I got the sense that she liked me, I mustered a little courage, offered a light nod of greeting with my eyes, and looked at her properly from fairly close range.
Ah. She was beautiful.
A stylish bob. A saying floated up out of nowhere: A woman with a bob cut is a true beauty. It was the perfect phrase for the person standing in front of me. A clean, makeup-free skin tone. Lips that were red without being painted red. A face demure and sexy at once without a single stroke of color. I've gone on at length, but the conclusion is simple: she was sexy and elegant. A sexy, beautiful person.
"Call me… um… Auntie Juyeon? Nice to meet you…. Here — a handshake."
I also realized in that moment that a handshake is pleasant skinship. The opening of skinship. The beginning. An extremely natural, soft beginning. I wished we could shake hands every day.
Auntie Juyeon's hand was extremely slender and soft. Nude-colored nails that looked as if they might or might not have polish on them; a thin gold bracelet wound around her wrist; a brown cardigan that seemed a little short; a white short-sleeved top and a slightly long, fluttering apricot-colored skirt. And coffee-colored stockings that caught a natural sheen in the sunlight.
I was curious about the texture. Curious about the feel of those stockings. And I was a little aroused.
I'm a milf maniac. I like milfs because of that slightly loose, relaxed atmosphere around sexual approach. Of course I've never met one — never even tried. Maybe I was able to become more of a maniac precisely because I could only imagine them.
I sat on the long horizontal living-room sofa. Auntie Juyeon sat next to me, closer than expected. When every nerve concentrates on one side, you start to feel everything.
The skirt that had been fluttering lightly held every kind of body scent inside it, and the moment Auntie Juyeon sat down, it released all of it at once. I closed my eyes slightly and imagined being inside her skirt. Afraid of looking like a pervert if I inhaled with everything I had, I breathed slowly. I savored it sparingly. The scent of a beauty. The perfume of a mature, sophisticated woman. And trailing after the perfume, a slightly damp, faintly fishy body scent. That fishy smell. I didn't know it, and yet I felt as if I did — a dirty smell. Women's secret smell. Probably that was right.
A new encounter in a place slightly removed from ordinary reality. Exchanging names with a pretty woman. Skinship called a handshake. Breathing in her body scent. And something of a cohabitation. Yes — cohabitation. The thought of filling the empty place appropriately and going home had already disappeared. I wanted to stay next to Auntie for as long as I possibly could.
"Jinhyuk. Shouldn't you be meeting a girlfriend instead of coming down to the countryside?"
Among the various threads of conversation, a question about a girlfriend suddenly surfaced. I explained that for this and that reason I didn't have one. The truth was I just didn't. Too much worry about rejection rattling around in my head.
"Then while you're staying here, Auntie will be your girlfriend. I've always wanted a college-student boyfriend, haha."
When someone hits you with something like that out of nowhere, it's true that you can't get a single word out. I couldn't say anything. I could only feel my face burning. I needed to convey affirmative intent.
"Uh…. Ah…. Th-thank you."
I couldn't even answer properly and just put on a full virgin-boy performance. I hoped that somehow, no matter how it came out, only my overwhelmingly positive feelings got through.
While we talked about this and that, and I simultaneously breathed in the subtle scent she gave off, I suddenly looked at the tips of Auntie's stockings. Inside the stockings, her cute little toes had color painted on them. Color that seemed visible and not; scent that seemed about to touch my nose and not — I was concentrating hard, as if looking and smelling at the same time, when her toes wriggled cutely. The fidgeting was adorable and pretty.
Then — oh no. I'd made a mistake. I seemed to have stared at nothing but her toes for far too long, so half worried, half worried — just full of worry — I checked Auntie's expression.
"If you stare like that, it's embarrassing."
Contrary to my fears, Auntie said it with a slight smile, glancing at me sidelong.
"Ah…. Your feet are really small. Haha."
I brushed it off with whatever came out of my mouth. Small and cute, so it was true. I'd been very worried I'd committed a serious blunder, but the expression that seemed to find me cute made me feel good. She didn't seem to dislike me — she seemed to like me — so I felt good.
I picked up the rough outline over dinner. Auntie was from here originally, early-to-mid thirties. She'd fought with her husband and was taking about a week of life-vacation, she said.
Auntie, I'm on vacation too. Summer vacation buddy.
I chewed on the line several times and swallowed it inside. I could feel a sense of kinship as fellow summer-break colleagues.
After the meal I felt as if I ought to go to bed, so I sat on the sofa out of pure reluctance. I wanted to spend a little more time with Auntie. Even meaningless conversation would have been fine.
A presence behind me, and then Auntie spoke as if whispering right against my ear.
"It'll be hot, but want to sleep stuck right up against Auntie? Hehe…"
A voice that made my mind go blank more thoroughly than any perfume.
"Uh… Ah… Uh… Uh."
I panicked. My words stuck. And I was stupid and pathetic. Unable to respond, unable to catch it skillfully, I just floundered like a kid being teased. It was truly the worst. I'd been waiting for her to talk to me and then did nothing but panic. I really wanted to turn back time.
"Half of that was a joke."
At the words half was a joke, I thought, Then is the other half serious? — and stayed still in my panic. I think I answered something, but I don't remember. I interpreted half of it as meaning she wanted to sleep together, and I was already imagining sleeping with Auntie.
I washed my face, brushed my teeth, got ready for bed, and lay down. Aunt washed, Uncle washed, and now it was Auntie's turn. Actually I'd been waiting — I'd even been counting who was washing. The house layout has the living room in the center, the bathroom at twelve o'clock, my room to the left of the bathroom, Auntie's room to the left of mine. Next to that, the passage to the kitchen; next to the passage, the master bedroom; next to the master bedroom, the front door — roughly that structure. The point is that from my room you can hear the bathroom sounds.
I shut down every other sense and opened only my hearing, concentrating hard. Brushing sounds, face-washing sounds, then quiet. I thought I heard the sound of her peeing and just got rock hard. Kneading the cock that was about to burst from erection, I pressed my ear even tighter to the wall.
Slap-slap. Slap-slap.
Slap-slap. Slap-slap.
I could hear it, but I didn't know what the sound was. Looking at the precum dripping out, my head seemed to have auto-completed it as the sound of her washing her pussy.
Today, after arriving at the house and greeting Auntie, the slightly fishy smell I'd caught on the sofa seemed to be playing back inside my skull. A feeling of the scent being replayed. I closed my eyes and imagined putting my nose to Auntie's pussy inside her skirt and breathing her in. Imagining the scene of her washing her pussy, kneading my erect cock, I fell asleep.
When your sleeping place changes, you can't sleep comfortably. The pillow is wrong, your back hurts for no reason, and the unfamiliar air is displeasing and uncomfortable.
Creeeak—
A sharp front-door sound that seemed to shatter the midnight silence. In that moment when everything was uncomfortable and miserable — a sound that made me doubt my own ears came through.
"Is there… a cocksleeve around here?"
What…. Did I mishear? Cocksleeve? I think they said cocksleeve.
I wasn't sleepy or tired anymore. What time it was, where I was — none of it mattered. I was extremely aroused by the word cocksleeve, and my heart felt like it would burst. My cock felt like it would burst just as hard. My underwear was too tight. I was erect to the point of exploding.