Next-Door Noona (2)
Embarrassment hung heavy in the air of the room, pressing down like a weight. Kim Hyo-jin had buried herself completely under the blanket on the bed, while I sat awkwardly on the floor, scratching my head nonstop.
...I should've just gone out for ice cream right away.
"Hey, noona."
I opened my mouth cautiously. No response from next door.
"Sorry."
Leaving quietly might've been an option, but I figured I owed her at least an apology.
"Even if we're getting closer, barging into someone's bathroom like that isn't cool..."
Then, a tiny voice crept out from under the blanket.
"...I said you could."
"Still, I should've asked one more time—"
"No. It's my fault for inviting a guest and not checking the bathroom first."
I waved my hands frantically at her self-blame—even though she couldn't see it.
"N-no! The bathroom's a sensitive spot, so I should've been more careful. I'm really sorry, noona."
Only then did she peek out just her eyes from under the blanket. The whites were pretty red. Probably from tears welling up in shame and humiliation.
...Guilt surges up inside me for no reason.
"It's not your fault. You can stop apologizing. No one's ever come over except my mom... so I wasn't thinking."
With that, she pulled the blanket back over completely. I'd apologized, so maybe I could just get up and go—but that nagging discomfort in my chest wouldn't fade. It made my ass feel glued to the floor.
I had to say something.
"P-people have needs, right? The big three: hunger, sleep, sex... Guys use fleshlights and stuff too... Sex isn't some bad thing..."
Total misjudgment. I should've shut up and stood up. Is that what you call comforting someone, you idiot?
"...Haa."
She let out a small sigh. She'd given me side dishes, cooked for me—she was such a kind person, and now I'd probably ruined this connection too.
"I'll head out, noona."
I tried to peel my ass off the floor. The longer I stayed, the more uncomfortable she'd be.
"...I'm not some weirdo."
But hearing that, I decided the timing wasn't right yet and planted my ass back down.
"No, I don't think you're weird at all. It's a normal urge, honestly."
"It was too big..."
Okay, yeah, it had surprised me. Not unreal size, but black-porn-level, that BBC stuff.
"I don't have time for dating with all the studying. No time to meet guys. So I started handling it myself... but solo wasn't satisfying. I kept going bigger until I got that one... I'm not some size queen pervert, though. Really."
I just listened quietly. If spilling it all helped her feel better, I'd hear her out.
"My ex was really small. But it was fine. This thing... it's just hard to move solo, you know? Bigger means even a little feels intense and satisfying quick..."
At some point, she was rambling excuses at me. Did I keep listening or cut her off? I couldn't decide.
"I like doing it in the morning... clears my head. But the walls here are thin. The bathroom seemed better insulated..."
"Insulation?"
I tilted my head. Never thought about the soundproofing in this studio. I was at the end of the hall, and she mostly studied, so no big deal.
"Yeah... these studios aren't soundproofed well. You're at the end, so maybe you don't notice, but I've got neighbors on both sides. I hear everything when I'm studying quietly."
My eyes nearly bulged. Wait—did that mean she'd heard me bringing Jeong Ha-yoon over and fucking?
"N-no way, noona..."
She caught on quick and cut in.
"...Yeah. I heard it all. That day your ex yelled at me on her way out? Sounded like she wanted me to hear."
Ahh. Now the shame was all mine.
"She sounded like she was dying."
Acting, noona. Take lessons and she'd sweep the Daesang—or Oscars.
"Sorry, noona. Thought it was soundproof. I was a bad neighbor."
"N-no, wasn't trying to make you apologize. Why'd insulation even come up..."
I tossed out a dumb joke to lighten the mood.
"Guess I need that blanket now. I'm dying of embarrassment."
"Heuk!"
She flung it off in a panic and handed it over.
"S-sorry! Didn't mean it like that..."
I stared at her silently for a moment. Red-rimmed eyes, flushed cheeks, parted lips, that lost expression full of regret. Then, when our eyes met, she looked away in fresh shame.
Not love at first sight. Pretty enough face that plainness suited, but those uneven eyes weren't my type.
Still, an urge boiled up to pull her into a tight hug.
"Hey, noona."
I knew I shouldn't ask. Knew it made me a lunatic.
But the words slipped out anyway.
"Have you... ever seen one my size for real?"
She met my eyes slowly, intensely—like, what did you just say? Then it hit me. Lunatic confirmed.
"Aaa! I mean, uh... it's not like you see sizes like that every day, and... brain fart, haha..."
I flailed my hands, babbling nonsense. That's when she, still staring, parted her lips with a serious look.
A low whisper.
"I want to see it."
Her pupils dilated slightly, focus blurring. I stared back, then murmured,
"...Wanna?"
The heavy shame weighing down the room had shifted, at some point, into a sultry tension.
Kim Hyo-jin and I tangled on the super-single bed like long-lost lovers, devouring each other's bodies. No time to even wash up. Primal instinct swallowed reason whole.
We clicked surprisingly well. Like veterans, our skilled tongues and fingers set each other ablaze.
Soon, we yanked off our tops. Fresh off-season, my six-pack stood out sharp. Hers hid massive tits and a cute bit of belly pudge under baggy clothes.
Straddling me, gazing down—I fondled those huge breasts softly.
"Knew they were big, but damn."
"My tits?"
"Yeah."
My hands were decent-sized, but even gripping full-on, they overflowed.
"Shape's not pretty."
"Shape?"
"Yeah. Saggy..."
True, not perfect shape. But I shook my head.
"Proof they're natural, noona. Those fake perky orbs? Not my thing."
"...Liar."
"Okay, slight lie on 'not attractive.' But hating these? Guy's the weirdo."
I swept her hair behind her ear, smirked, and nodded down.
"See? He's reacting."
A sweet potato bulge strained my panties, demanding attention. Awkward for me too—this beast was brand new today. First erection ever. Wanted to test it, but day one action? Wild.
"...Can I look?"
Curiosity flickered in her eyes. I nodded. She eased my panties down carefully.
My cock sprang free, matching that rubber dildo's heft exactly. So thick and heavy, it slapped my belly and stayed put without lifting.
BBC for real. Big Brown Cock.
"Whoa..."
Mouth agape in awe, she lifted it gingerly with one hand. Too girthy—her small palm couldn't close around.
"So big... biggest I've ever seen..."
I chuckled softly.
"Nah. Bathroom dildo's this size."
"No, real dick. And this feels even thicker..."
Examining intently, she smiled slyly and met my eyes.
"Kinda figured."
"For real?"
"Yeah. Explains your ex's screams."
Acting, I tell you. I pinched and twisted her nipple.
"Don't bring her up. Hate thinking about her."
Her soft nipple hardened instantly. A moan escaped as she breathed heavy.
"Haht..."
One hand teased her nipple—squeeze, release—while the other pressed her head toward my cock. She straightened it, leaned in, licked softly from tip down shaft and back.
Then opened wide and took me in.
No cute slurp. Just gag and glurk—struggling sounds assaulting my ears.
The more she fought, the harder I got. No girl before had sucked me this desperately.
That thrill... it spurred me on.
I released her nipple, slid my hand between her thighs. Peeled off panties, went straight for her pussy.
Brushing her clit made her twitch. No real foreplay needed—she was soaked, starved for sex.
Thumb on clit, I eased my middle finger in. Felt her stretch a bit, so added index and stirred.
"Haaahh...!"
She spat out my cock, moaning wildly. The considerate neighbor who'd worried about noise? Gone. Just a bitch in heat now, prepped for my thick rod.
I pressed her head back down. She engulfed me again, resuming the tough blowjob.
Soon, schlick-schlick—her pussy softened. I pulled fingers out.
"Spread your legs and lie down."