Part 1: Blue Panties 2
"Who the hell is it at this hour... Who just barges into someone else's house like that?"
Uncle's voice drifted through. It wasn't urgent. Thank god it wasn't a thief—I felt a little of the tension ease. Still, I was curious who it could be.
Showing up at someone else's house in the dead of night and spitting out a word like cocksleeve? Curiosity glued my ear to the door.
"Uh... It's me. Jeongcheol."
Uncle Jeongcheol. An old village friend who turned up often in Uncle's stories. I'd only ever exchanged a quick greeting in passing. His neat hairstyle stood out for a rural adult—if that counted as a feature, it was his only one. His voice sounded a little loose, and loud enough that he'd clearly been drinking before he came.
"Oh, Jeongcheol... We've got a guest, so keep your voice down..."
Uncle was probably thinking of me, asleep.
"Guest? Who?"
"My nephew from Seoul is here, so be careful and lower your voice."
Hearing myself called "my Seoul nephew" made me feel like one of Uncle's own people. It felt good—like I was being protected by someone else.
"So the nephew guest is here. I see... That aside... Is the cocksleeve... Juyeon around?"
He said cocksleeve again. Clearly cocksleeve, and he stuck Aunt Juyeon's name right on it.
Was Aunt Juyeon Jeongcheol's cocksleeve? And was she someone who could be called a cocksleeve in front of other people? I wondered.
A little curiosity mixed into the excitement filling my chest. I couldn't understand how a word that damp and sticky could attach itself to someone so beautiful and pretty. I wanted to know everything about the person I liked, and at the same time I didn't want to know—that kind of feeling. The Aunt Juyeon inside my head was slowly turning viscous, as if she might start to drip.
"Hey, Jeongcheol. Keep your voice down... Uh... About Juyeon... she's..."
I couldn't make out a word of it. Wanting to hear better, I pressed my ear even harder against the door.
No more speech came through—only footsteps drawing closer—and suddenly the door opened a crack.
Caught in an awkward half-crouch, neither standing nor sitting, my eyes met Uncle's.
I couldn't say a thing. I just blinked. My heart stopped; my blood ran cold. It was that kind of breathless instant. I felt like a little kid caught clumsily stealing.
Sound vanished. The world in front of me went black for a moment.
Uncle, whose eyes had locked with mine, looked startled too. For a beat he said nothing.
Then,
"Uh... Yeah."
He answered as if he'd finished reading the situation, a faint smile on his face, and spoke slowly. The look he gave me seemed to say it was all right.
"Looks like the nephew's so tired he's dead to the world. You could be fucking right outside and he'd still sleep through it."
With that single line from Uncle, every bit of strength left my body. Still in the crouch, I toppled sideways.
I felt the relief of being allowed to overhear secrets, of being allowed to steal something. As if telling me not to come out—just listen quietly—he left the door slightly ajar, went back, and continued talking with Jeongcheol in a voice I could still hear.
"Tonight, uh... on the living room floor... nice and spacious... the two of us can fuck her."
It meant the two of them were going to have sex with someone in the living room. That was how I understood it. That was right. Sex.
Right then my cock, hard enough to burst, seemed to be drooling at the knowledge that the person who would be laid out on that living-room floor for the two of them was Aunt Juyeon.
"Is your wife asleep?"
Right. Aunt was in the house too. Was she really sleeping? Looking the other way? I didn't know.
Looking closer, the master bedroom door was slightly open. Something seemed to meet my eyes through the crack. Startled, I hid myself.
Had Aunt caught me? If she were awake she wouldn't stay inside—I was sure of it. Thinking that, I peeked at the living room through the door crack again.
"If she's not sleeping she can come out and join in the fucking, and if she is, then she's sleeping."
Uncle's answer scrambled my thoughts. Wasn't sex a private act of affection between two people? Could more than two do it together at the same time?
While my mind was still tangled, the word cocksleeve drove itself into my head again.
"More people, more fun... First I gotta go meet the cocksleeve... That room over there, right?"
Jeongcheol asked about the cocksleeve's room—Aunt Juyeon's room.
"Yeah. The end room over there. The middle one's the nephew guest's, so leave it alone."
At the tail of Uncle's voice telling him the room, the sound of someone approaching trailed after it. I hurriedly sprawled in a mess beside the door and pretended to sleep.
Someone seemed to look into my room.
"What if the nephew guest wakes up? Why didn't you close the door?"
Jeongcheol moved to shut my door. Please don't close it... Just walk past... I prayed in my heart.
"Don't close it. It's stuffy."
Had the prayer reached him? From farther away Uncle stopped the door that was about to shut.
I felt like the youngest member of a crew being looked after.
Jeongcheol snickered. Smiling a little, he said,
"Yeah. Summer's stuffy and hot, right."
He left the door he had been about to close and went to the next room.
Knock knock.
The neighboring door sounded.
"Juyeon... You sleeping?"
As if her answer didn't matter, he opened the door and went in.
Fiddling with the cock that tension and excitement had made rock-hard, I heard Aunt's answer and gripped myself as if I would burst.
"Uncle Jeongcheol, you came to eat my pussy... If you just call me a cocksleeve like that... I don't like it."
I wondered if there could be any more vulgar words in the world. That such filthy sounds were coming from the room where the person I liked was staying excited me and, at the same time, made my chest tighten.
Unlike my fully erect cock, my heart dropped with a thud. No—only my heart sank. The head of my cock soared upward as if it had never heard of a ceiling.
The beautiful, pretty Aunt Juyeon I had fallen for at first sight was gone. The Aunt Juyeon who used to tease me lightly and dote on me was nowhere to be found. Instead it felt as if a damp, sticky cheap whore were in the room next to mine.
On the other hand, it was also good that I could freely treat her as a sexual object.
What did I even know about the person called Aunt Juyeon? All I had done was fall for her pretty face, get drunk on her scent, and secretly try to savor her as much as I wanted, right? Listening to bathroom sounds, imagining it was the sound of her washing her pussy, and stroking my cock alone—hadn't I? In truth, didn't I want to fuck Aunt?
If she had pushed the man away and even screamed, I would have run over to help—I justified myself by blaming her for no reason, spending my fondness as pure lust.
Drunk on that lust, I justified the version of me that only fondled a cock already wet and sticky with precum.
The footsteps that had gone in alone came out as two. They whispered something in a low voice in front of my room, and soon the three of them gathered in the living room.
My cock seemed to keep dribbling something that wasn't semen. Even if I got caught it probably wouldn't matter, yet I still couldn't step into the scary world of adults. I just gripped myself and peeked through the door crack at a world that was close and yet impossibly far.
As if mocking me—who was only gulping saliva and leaking precum—Aunt, walking toward the sofa, turned back in my direction.
It was the first time I had seen a young woman's naked body. Not on a monitor, but a woman's naked body in reality that I could have kicked the door open and gone out to stare at right then—it was the first.
A small yet slender frame draped in a white gown. Breasts that weren't large but weren't small either, sexily and slightly sagging at a moderate height. On those slightly sagging breasts, pink areolas and nipples that somehow didn't match. A slim waist. And a wide-set pelvis that had nothing to do with the Aunt inside my head. Thighs firm enough to support that ass, and slender calves and ankles that made all of this lewd flesh look precarious.
And the purple pedicure I had been curious about all day.
After staring at nothing but the purple pedicure for a long while, a sense of déjà vu made me slowly lift my head to her face.
Her pupils sparkled. I felt our eyes meet. Our eyes met.
Just like when I had been caught staring at the tip of her stockings during the day, this time too I had been caught staring at her toes.
It was the expression I had seen that afternoon. The same expression, yet the look in her eyes that reached me was completely different.
"How do I look? Pretty? Are you just going to watch from there?"
A teasing look and expression. Honestly it felt so good I didn't mind being teased. Just being this close to sex excited me, excited me, and was still exciting me.
Whether the person in front of me was a virgin or an ajumma or an aunt or a whore no longer mattered. It was good that the thing that could excite me this much was right before my eyes.
As she turned and walked away, under that wide-set ass a pitch-black, bushy pussy that seemed to match and yet not match sparkled with something as it receded.
Ah. I want to fuck. I wanted to call her a cocksleeve too and shove my bursting cock into her.
Unable to tear my eyes from her pussy, still gripping my cock, I seemed to see myself completely ruled by lust. My mind felt like it was flying free of my body. Feeling myself grow distant from that lust-filled flesh made me dizzy.
What caught hold of me as I drifted away was Uncle's vulgar voice.
"Lee Juyeon... Looking at Jeongcheol... You've gotten all wet, haven't you?! Your pussy juice is sparkling on your pussy."
The owner of that thoroughly vulgar voice pulled Aunt to the sofa. She let the white gown slip naturally to the floor and sat beside him exactly as his hand guided her.