The Morning After the Debauchery
“Don’t give me that bullshit about how you ‘felt it too,’ Auntie.” I kept that thought to myself. I opened my eyes just as the bright, yellow morning light began to tickle my eyelids.
I moved my head instinctively, and a splitting headache hit me like a freight train. Ah, did I really fall asleep?
The sheets were stained with the fluids my aunt had sprayed out time and time again as I spread her legs. It was filthy. Just so wet and obscene. I had thought about tossing a towel or a robe over it before I went to sleep, but...
I felt a weight beside me, and when I looked, I saw my aunt curled up in a ball, fast asleep. It was exactly the same as last night. Her panties pushed aside, those plump, round buttocks exposed. Seeing that made my cock stir, so I reached out and touched her mound without even thinking. The middle-aged flesh bunched up in my hand felt heavy and firm. I had wanted to fuck her in other positions, too. My mind really must have turned into a beast. I’d just kept her legs spread and used her like a fleshlight in the missionary position.
“Mmm.”
...Honestly, I felt a bit unsatisfied. Maybe it was because I was drunk, but I couldn't control my ejaculation. Especially the first time I inserted myself.
I was just sitting there, feeling the lingering sensation in my hand, when a vibration started buzzing incessantly. I got out of bed to find my aunt’s phone vibrating on the floor. The contact name read: General Manager Choi Seokmin. As soon as I looked at it, the call cut off. The lock screen appeared. 9:58 AM.
Aside from this General Manager Choi, there were quite a few missed calls. I swiped the phone to check, and several names popped up.
General Manager Choi Seokmin, Junior Kim Younghoon, Chang-eun Honey, Chang-eun Honey, General Manager Choi Seokmin... What the hell is Chang-eun Honey? Oh. It’s Uncle. Shit.
“……”
...Right, now that I think about it, she did say she had to leave early. In a fit of madness, I seemed to have become a total psycho who didn't just ruin my aunt’s body, but her daily life as well.
What do I do now?
Is catastrophe approaching?
Thinking about it now, it was basically quasi-rape.
Perhaps because the alcohol had worn off and my mind was quite clear, I couldn't deny that my heart felt a little calm. It had been months since my head felt this clear. My body felt refreshed, too. I don’t mean that in a mental sense; it felt like a knot that had been tightly clogging up my physical being had finally been unraveled.
That filthy desire to make my aunt my personal bitch... that remained, too.
Shit, now that it’s come to this, I feel like a coward for agonizing over it so much before I started drinking. It feels like I’ve finally come face-to-face with the source of the sexual desire that has made me act like a total idiot for the past few months.
But is that a good thing? If you ask me if it’s good, well. I don’t know. Is it?
“……”
I sat on the table under the TV, feeling like I needed a cigarette, but I put my pants back on first. I walked over to the bed and woke her up.
“Auntie.”
I nudged her gently, and she stirred.
“Auntie. It’s morning. Wake up.”
She opened her eyes blearily. She looked up at me for a long moment, blinking. She seemed to be trying to grasp the situation. A motel room where she’d woken up hungover. A place that still smelled of the sour scent of the previous night. I was in front of her, and her phone had been vibrating over and over.
I could tell at a glance that her mind was in chaos. Realizing what she had done yesterday, how she had whimpered and moaned while pinned beneath me.
Soon, her body shuddered.
“Ah...”
A gasp of pure horror escaped her lips.
She quickly pulled the blanket up and wrapped it tightly around her body, as if to hide from the silence. I leaned against the table under the TV and watched her in silence. Her lips were trembling, and she was sending a message with shaking hands. Eventually, her gaze settled on the blanket she was clutching.
“Ha... ah, haa...”
She couldn't hold it in and let out a sigh. She looked like she was about to burst into tears. I watched her desperate movements for a moment before I spoke.
“I’m sorry, Auntie.”
Her eyes snapped to mine. I continued without hesitation.
“I was so drunk, I think I lost my mind.”
“……”
A condom filled with dried semen lay on the floor, and her suit, which she hadn't managed to put back on, lay like a shed skin by the bedside. The cold morning air of late February seeped through the slightly opened window, deepening the stillness. This place was just as grotesque as the situation. It was starkly obvious that this was where an aunt and her nephew had fucked.
“...You...”
The moment she finally opened her mouth, a vibration buzzed—zzzing. She picked up her phone. It was a call. Despite the silence, she answered it immediately, speaking with forced composure.
“...Ah, Executive Director.”
A murmuring sound came from the other side of the phone. My aunt forced her voice out, sounding hoarse.
“Ah, yes. That matter has already... already... haa, I explained the situation to the General Manager via message... I had a sudden emergency come up...”
She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment.
“Yes... I’ll keep that in mind. Ha, you say the ending is what matters... You’re absolutely right... No, this, the sighing... Yes, I understand... I’m truly sorry. Yes. Then, I’ll find time again later...”
Click. The call ended. Then, just silence. The person who sent the message just before must have been the General Manager. General Manager Choi Seokmin. That was the name on the phone. He must have been closely related to the work she said she had to leave early for.
‘Shit.’
I felt a strange sensation.
A perfect sense of immorality for having ruined my aunt’s day crawled up my spine. At the same time, the urge to blurt out, “Since it’s come to this, why don’t you just live as my bitch?” bubbled up inside me.
My mind was clear, but why was my heart so lost because of it?
It seemed to be the same for my aunt.
Her gaze, phone dangling from her hand, drifted toward me. She looked like she wanted to say so much. I could find traces of resentment in her eyes, and traces of anger, too. Does she want to tear me to shreds? Or is it something else? Can’t she just tell me? Doubt and suspicion... everything was complex and subtle. It couldn't be explained by a single thing.
But then, she opened her mouth.
“You, Doha...”
She found herself scanning my body. I was still shirtless, nearly half-naked. The necklace around my neck, my abdomen, my abs, my chest. Finally, her eyes traveled up to my face, taking it all in. My neck. Then my lips. My nose, and my eyes.
“……”
She swallowed instinctively. She suddenly shuddered. As if she were horrified by the very fact that she had been examining my body...
“...Doha, for now...”
I answered immediately.
“Yes.”
“For now... it was because of the alcohol, right? Last night.”
“Last night, you mean.”
“...Yeah.”
“You remember, don’t you?”
“Honestly... not really. I don’t know what happened.”
“You don’t?”
“Yeah. I was so drunk. So I don’t really remember.”
She lowered her gaze and added,
“I definitely don’t... remember well.”
I stroked my chin and nodded.
“Aha.”
“For now... um.”
“Should I... explain it to you?”
She flinched, her eyes trembling.
“No... there’s no need for that. For now, I think I need to clear my head, don’t you?”
“Right. You did it with me, after all.”
“...Ah. Yeah, that’s right. That’s true. It seems like, somehow, that’s what happened.”
She forced a smile. It was so awkward that I felt embarrassed just watching her.
“Surely, Doha, you... it was because of the alcohol, right? Like you said earlier.”
“I don’t know what to say. Honestly.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Just, thinking about it now, it feels like we both wanted it... or maybe there was some kind of atmosphere between us.”
We were aunt and nephew. We were family, tied together by the bond of my uncle, who we both worked for at the same company. My aunt must have known what my words implied. It wasn’t just the alcohol; it was mutual arousal, wasn’t it? That’s what I meant.
“...Hey, wait a minute, Doha. What, what are you saying right now? Do you think that’s something you should say to your aunt?”
I guess it was too much.
The extreme impulse to make her entirely mine right here and now boiled over. Uncle... right, for a fleeting moment, his face flashed through my mind, but... of course, it was impossible.
The mind of this career woman, whose drunkenness had melted away through the series of events, was stubbornly clear.
“You, you dragged me into this. By force.”
“Right. In that sense, I’m telling you I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? If you were sorry... would you have said something like that? If you were truly sorry?”
“But you do remember for sure, right? If you’re saying that.”
“……”
She trembled, her lips quivering.
“...It was because I was drunk.”
“Because you were drunk.”
“Yeah. If I hadn’t been drunk, that kind of thing would never have happened.”
“You’re right. You’re absolutely right.”
“Everything was just a mistake, a mistake. The worst mistake. You admit that too, right?”
“Yes.”
As I readily agreed, she looked up at me, seemingly relieved. Our eyes met in a long, lingering stare.
“Hey, just now, I’m sorry... I think I got a little emotional.”
“It’s okay.”
“...Really, it was just because I was drunk. I’m not that kind of person, you know.”
“I was drunk too. I’m sorry. Honestly, for saying strange things to you, and for being forceful.”
“...Strange things?”
“You know, things like calling you a bitch, or saying you were moaning and stuff.”
“No, hey. Doha...”
“Ah. I’m sorry. I said something pointless... but looking back, I think I was just so excited at the time, and I liked the sounds you were making.”
“……”
She turned her head away, as if she didn't want to meet my eyes. She squeezed them shut.
“That was because I was drunk, too. Women... aren’t really like that. Especially not someone like me.”
Her tone was almost like a lecture.
“When you’re drunk, everyone is like that. You make strange noises and react strangely. That’s just how it is when you’re drunk, so don’t keep it in your memory. Okay?”
“Yes, of course.”
“So, for now, about Uncle...”
“You’re going to tell Uncle, right?”
For a moment, her eyes snapped back to me, startled. She looked a bit dumbfounded.
“...Yeah, uh-huh. I suppose I have to. About Uncle.”
“Right. I think we should. I think it’s right for us to go see him together and apologize.”
“That... would be right.”
“I’m a bit flustered because this is my first time in a situation like this. I’m sorry again, Auntie.”
“...I get it, so stop. Let’s stop with the apologies. It’s already... something that happened.”
She toyed with her phone. From what I saw earlier, there were missed calls from General Manager Choi Seokmin and Junior Kim Younghoon, as well as a contact labeled Chang-eun Honey. I could see her hand trembling slightly as she held the phone. Her forehead was lightly creased. She looked as if she were wondering how on earth she was supposed to explain this situation.
Could she tell him? Really?
That she was dragged to a motel, pinned down, kissed, fondled, and that she told him she’d take off her clothes herself... and that in the end, she acted like a horny bitch, screaming that she was going crazy? Could she confess all of that?
It was then that I became certain the situation wouldn't spiral into a catastrophe.
Just in time. In the strange silence that had settled between us, her phone rang again. Chang-eun Honey. Uncle.
She glanced at it, her hand trembling for a split second.
But she couldn't bring herself to answer. The vibration buzzed and buzzed. That was all. The only thing added to this strange silence was that. With a furrowed brow, she just stared at it, as if she would never pick it up for the rest of her life.
Zzzing— Zzzing—
It felt like she would never answer the phone. As I watched her, I just spoke up for her.
“Let’s keep it a secret, then.”
“……”
“The call is going to cut off.”
Finally, with a bitter expression, but very slowly, she answered the phone. Her first words were:
“...Ah, honey. Did you get home okay?”
Then came the rest.
“Well, Doha was so drunk... yeah. I had no choice... ah, yeah.”
At my words, her eyes trembled as they shifted to me.
“He threw up all over my clothes. So I had no choice but to stay with him... oh, he’s impossible.”
My aunt, of her own accord, told a lie.