Room 705, Part 1
I headed back to my room first.
The fact that my sister was a lesbian and that her partner was an incredibly beautiful girl created such a massive gap that I couldn’t get my thoughts straight.
Why?
What?
She’s so pretty—why the hell is she a lesbian?
Beats me.
Beats me? Don’t you think it’s a waste?
Not my type to begin with. Besides, if she’s a lesbian then it’s a hard pass for me…
Man, this bastard is completely useless.
Hey, the only thing I’m good for is fucking. I’ve never been any help to you otherwise.
If you can’t even talk right…
At least I can talk. How lucky are you?
Drop it. You’re only making me more pissed off.
I threw on the sweats and hoodie that were lying around, went to the kitchen, and stuffed the scattered plastic bottles and cans into a basket before dumping them into a plastic bag.
As I was about to head out to throw away the trash, Junhee and her friend happened to come out of the small room.
“Ah! Hello.”
The girl with the ponytail bowed politely. She spoke with a thick Busan accent.
The more I looked at her, the prettier she got. Why on earth was she a lesbian…
“Oppa, you were home? This is my friend Kim Sujin. We got into the same university so we’re going to hang out together from now on.”
“Ah, a classmate. Nice to meet you. I’m Junhee’s cousin. Haha.”
“We’re planning to get a place near campus to live together. She’s coming up from Busan too, so we decided to room together.”
“You came all the way from Busan. That’s far. Haha.”
I took a quick glance. She was wearing gray leggings and a t-shirt under a short puffer jacket, but her chest and overall figure were damn near perfect.
A girl like this being a lesbian…
Man, what a waste. But look at them—they didn’t even shower before throwing on clothes. Check out that camel toe.
At Pigun’s words I snuck another look and saw a very clear outline between her legs.
Suddenly the bastard started reacting, so I quickly grabbed the trash bag.
“Where are you going?”
“Throwing this out and then heading to my part-time job.”
“Oh, for real? Oppa, winter break starts next week, right? Take us to the ski resort. I want to learn how to board.”
“You want me to teach you two instead of riding myself?”
“I’ll buy you meat. You already have a season pass, so it won’t cost you anything.”
“The money I spent on the season pass doesn’t count as money? Fine, I’ll think about a date.”
“Okay. Hehe.”
Junhee turned to Sujin.
“My oppa is seriously good at snowboarding.”
“Thank you. Hee~”
“Alright. See you later.”
Just hearing about the ski resort brought Ju Eunjin to mind again.
Hey, stop thinking about her and go stick it in something already.
I don’t know. Before my shift, let’s just hit the PC bang. I don’t want to think anymore.
When I stepped out the apartment entrance to throw out the trash, a light drizzle had started.
“Why the hell is it raining in winter? We’re going to freeze.”
There was a decent distance from our building entrance to the recycling station.
Going back for an umbrella was annoying, and even if I had one, carrying this much trash with one hand would be a pain.
“Just run.”
Gotta sprint before the rain really hits.
“Wooooooah—!”
Kk kk kk. What, are you filming a wuxia movie?
I’m entertaining myself. Don’t interrupt.
The rain was heavier than it looked. My hoodie was completely soaked in seconds.
Damn. Clothes are ruined.
Grumbling, I sorted the cans and plastics when I heard footsteps behind me.
“Oh my, is that the student from 602?”
I turned around to see the woman from Room 705. She was wearing a tight, short red dress with a puffer jacket thrown over it.
Her hair was pinned up, fully exposing the elegant line of her neck.
“Ah… H-hello?”
I got a little flustered remembering the first day she came to our house.
Oh? Oh… It’s that lady. Hey, try to seduce her or something.
A heavy weight began to stir below, so I yanked the hem of my hoodie down.
Stop getting hard, you idiot.
How can you tell me not to do the one thing I’m actually good at? Gotta do at least this much.
“Did you come to throw out the trash? Your clothes are soaked.”
“Yeah, I didn’t realize it was raining so I didn’t bring an umbrella. I’ll just dump this and run back. Hahaha.”
I forced a laugh and quickly finished sorting the recycling.
She sorted a few plastics of her own, tossed them, then walked back over to me.
“Student, I’ll hold the umbrella for you. Could you carry this bag to the elevator for me?”
“Huh?”
It looked like she had been grocery shopping; the standard trash bag was full of various items.
“Oh! Sure, I’ll carry it. Haha.”
After finishing the recycling I picked up her bag and stepped forward.
The woman from Room 705 opened her umbrella and casually linked her left arm with my right.
Even through the puffer jacket I could feel the soft pressure of her breast.
“What do you usually do in the evenings, student?”
“I have a part-time job.”
“Oh, you work hard. No girlfriend?”
“Haha, not yet…”
“How can a handsome boy like you not have a girlfriend?”
We made small talk until we reached the elevator. I pressed the button for the seventh floor.
“What time is it?”
“It’s two-thirty.”
“Ah… We still have time then.”
“Sorry?”
“Oh… nothing. Ho ho.”
We got off on the seventh floor and walked to the door of Room 705. I waited while she unlocked it.
After she opened the door and I set the bag down in the entryway, I turned to leave—
“Want to have a cup of coffee before you go? You carried my groceries, so the least I can do is give you a drink.”
“Huh? Ah, it’s fine…”
“Come on in. Our coffee is really good. Your mom loves it too.”
“Ah… okay…”
I let myself be quietly pulled inside.
Are we finally going to do it with this lady? I can’t forget the pose she showed us last time.
Shut up. I’m just drinking the coffee and leaving.
“Sit on the sofa for a minute. Take off your wet clothes.”
“Yes.”
I pulled off my hoodie, stepped into the living room, and glanced around.
A huge wedding photo hung on the wall between the entryway and living room, and dozens of pictures of their child were displayed in front of the TV.
Before I knew it she had come up behind me. She stroked my back while pressing her body close and spoke softly.
“Our son went to kindergarten. Isn’t he cute?”
“Yes, he takes after you. He’s handsome.”
“Really? Haha. Think he’ll grow up to be as good-looking as you? Oh right—what’s your name, student? It feels awkward to keep calling you that.”
“It’s Han Taekyung.”
“Taekyung, the water should be ready. Sit tight for a second.”
When she took off the puffer jacket her figure was insane.
She had been wearing loose clothes the day she visited our place, so I hadn’t noticed, but the tight dress made her narrow waist and full hips stand out dramatically.
She wasn’t short either—she looked close to 170 centimeters.
A short while later she brought out a tray with two cups of coffee, set it on the table, sat beside me, and handed me one.
“Just an Americano in a regular mug. Haha. But the taste is killer. My husband brought the beans back from Vietnam. Everyone who tries it goes crazy over it.”
“I see…”
To be honest I don’t really like Americanos. I’m still young enough to prefer sweet drinks.
Anyway, it was bitter. Extremely bitter.
“Taekyung, how was that day?”
“Sorry?”
“You know… when I showed you everything at your house.”
“Ah… haha. Yes…”
“Did you like it?”
“Yes… it was pretty… cool… um…”
I was struggling to find the right words when her hand slid onto my thigh.
She skillfully varied the pressure of her fingers, teasing my leg with perfect control.
“Want to see it again?”
“Huh? Ah~. Haha…”
“It’s okay. Come here.”
She turned on the sofa, propped her left leg up, and sat in the exact same position she had shown us that day.
Today she was wearing white lace panties.
“Should I just take them off completely today?”
She slipped her hand under her skirt, pulled the panties down, freed one foot, and left them dangling around the other ankle.
Then she spread her legs wide right in front of my face, giving me a clear view of her pussy.
Whoa…
“What do you think seeing it again? It’s clean, right? Touch it. Spread me open a little.”
“Ah… yes…”
Pretending I couldn’t resist, I slowly placed both hands under her thighs, gripped the outer lips with my thumbs, and gently pulled them apart.
As the darker outer folds opened, the bright pink interior appeared, already glistening with moisture.
“Aah… mmm… Touch it. Inside…”
“Ah… ha… yes.”
I kept my left hand in place and used the thumb of my right to stroke from the bottom of her entrance all the way up to her clit.
“Aaaah…”
Her legs and ass tightened, making her twitch. She noticed and smiled.
“It’s been so long since another man touched me like this. Haha.”
Pigun was already rock-hard, the head flushed dark red.
She pulled me up, sat beside me, and slid her hand into my sweatpants.
Whoa!
Damn, she’s bold. Our Noona is on fire. Ha.
She began slowly stroking my cock up and down.
“Heh? It’s already this big? You said you don’t have a girlfriend—how do you take care of this?”
She formed a tight ring with her thumb and index finger and started rubbing my glans in steady strokes.
It felt like a ring of fire had been wrapped around my dick. My heart pounded wildly as blood rushed to my head and my cock.
“But… auntie… isn’t it about time for your son to come home?”
“Call me Noona from now on. Ho ho. Worried about my son? We still have over an hour.”
She took my hand and pressed it against her own pussy.
I began sliding my middle finger along her slit.
She was already slightly wet; the moment I touched her, more fluid began to leak out.
We sat side by side, hands reaching for each other, touching eagerly.
Noona’s face flushed deep red as she let out soft, sighing breaths.